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A Harmless Wish	By : c0p13r Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 30 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Hey, wanna see a dragon?
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            “How about your mom?” Trunks, his arms folded, seeming thoughtful to the dilemma, passed a look to the room where the grownups were conversing, though really, Chichi and Bulma didn’t have much in common beyond their Saiyan partners; they still found some way to prolong conversation and make it enjoyable. They’d be at it for hours while Gohan studied in the corner. Like he wasn’t already the smartest kid at Orange Star.
            To their current predicament, Goten frowned fitfully. “You already said my mom. I said no.” He looked at Chichi as she threw her head back, hand to her mouth as she laughed livelily at whatever stitch Bulma had spoken. Of course, Bulma was an option, but Trunks had laid various reasons as to why they shouldn’t attempt it. Aside from the laundry list of ways Bulma would verbally thrash them, Trunks also mentioned how protective his dad was of her, despite his public demeanor.
            Chichi was much the same, only she needn’t hide behind her husband to ward off advances. Her hand across his behind was the deterrent to any misbehavior on Goten’s part, though Trunks would seem unlikely to accept that as an excuse. “I can handle a few spankings,” he boasted, even if Goten had seen him bawling his eyes out after Bulma spanked him a few times in the past.
            “Well, it’s not like we know a lot of women!” argued Trunks, turning away from the lounging room, his arms flailing up and down. “Mom has secretaries and stuff, but I can’t just go to them! It’ll get back to Mom, and she’s always talking about how CEOs have to walk on eggshells!”
            Grumpily, he plopped himself down on the floor, arms and legs folded, a severe and contemplative frown upon his face as he scoured the tiles for answers to this issue; this issue being the persistence of erections!
            Sure, Goten and Trunks got them periodically throughout the day, but they were easily remedied by distractions like food or toys or – favorite of all – fighting. But lately, their hard little dicks had become more frequent and less little. The little stubs had begun to reach full branches of turgid Saiyan dick, before puberty had even put hair in that area! Goku was a lost cause for information, and Vegeta was pretty closeted about personal issues even for his son, but Trunks was able to at least learn a bit about Saiyan biology from his genius mom, and harnessing the wits inherited from her, Trunks deduced that it was their Saiyan lineage awakening in them. “Think about it,” he had said to Goten as they both stood there, baggy pants stretching over a pole like a tent at the front. “We’re, like, the only Saiyans left! So of course we gotta start making more babies!” Goten nibbled his fingertip dubiously, but trusted Trunks’ logic. He was the smart one, after all.
            So then they began to fuss about where they could put their Saiyan babies. Bulma and Chichi were at the forefront of mind, naturally. Bulma was pretty liberal around the house, always confident in her looks and figure. Many times, Trunks would walk in on her in some slacks and just her bra; she’d be nonchalant about it, but his eyes would be caught by the sway of her holstered cleavage and look at very little else. She’d get back to whatever device she was designing, heedless of her dangling knockers, and Trunks would wrestle with the urge to ask permission to feel them!
            Of similar circumstance, Chichi was more guarded of her modesty, but was not adverse to the occasional family bath. Goku would insist she join him and their youngest in the tub, and no towels allowed. Chichi would begrudgingly ditch the cover, using her hands to shield herself, blushing like a bride at the exposure of her flared pubic hair and her brownish nipples. Goten stared in awe, but it was Goku who addressed it directly, wrapping an arm around his wife and hoisting a tit in his hand with a look of dimwitted intrigue. “Wow, Chichi, did they get bigger since last time?” She crimsoned at his audacity and lectured him of the importance of boundaries. Especially in front of their impressionable son!
            Strike Chichi and Bulma from the list, though Trunks revisited the former as an option, like he could catch Goten unawares with how little the black-haired boy thought. “Sheesh, why does it have to be complicated?” bemoaned the Saiyan royal, tilting his head back as he observed the ceiling, Goten cautiously sitting beside him, thinking that the closeness of their heads might improve their thinking power.
            Trunks was so busy fussing at the roof that he didn’t see an obvious choice sauntering down the hall. Goten noticed her, though.
            18 spent as much time at Capsule Corp. as she could get away with. Not that she liked people, and a remote island in the middle of the sea was much to her preference. Yet being alone meant she was never alone. Krillin could take off with Marron to do human pleasantries, and she’d still have a pervert to contend with. Roshi rarely even asked for contributions from his tenants, not when he had access to 18’s bathwater and laundry. She learned quickly that both needed 24/7 guarding, or he’d swig up the soapy shower walls with the greatest delights. Be that as it may, she liked visiting the lap of luxury now and then.
            “What about Krillin’s wife?” Goten pointed blatantly at the blonde wandering aimlessly. “She’s pretty.” He made this observation as simple fact instead of opinion.
            And Trunks would agree. Not catching her in the shower at the World Tournament was a great missed opportunity for Mighty Mask. But he was also smarter about the Android/cyborg. The thought of a challenge provoked his Saiyan urges, but it was seconded to male lusts. “No way, Goten! Think about it!” He cupped his hand over his mouth while Goten leant an ear to him. “She’s pretty, but she’s crazy scary. Remember what she did to that Hercule chump? She’s the type to extort for favors. I only have a hundred zeni saved from allowance!”
            “Wow, you’re rich, Trunks!”
            “Well, yeah,” Trunks agreed less than modestly, unable to miss the opportunity to brag, rubbing his nose snobbishly. “I guess that’s true…” He switched to the matter at hand. “The fact is, 18 is a psycho! We can’t just fight her and make her do that!”
            “What if we fuse?” Goten was desperately trying to help with a solution to not seem like deadweight. Alone, super-smart Trunks could probably find an answer to the problem, and Goten would be left stranded with no way to fix things.
            “Duh, because if we fuse”—Trunks crossed his pointer fingers like an X—“the problem will be twice as bad. Besides, we’d probably wind up giving them twins or something.”
            Twins excited Goten simply because he’d grown up on the idea ‘The more, the merrier’, but Trunks was much too busy. However, if that was to be their dilemma, in a world where whims could be turned to wishes… “Well, how about we wish that we don’t have twins? Shenron can do that, can’t he?”
            Trunks deliberated for a second, and then chided Goten. “You dummy, why waste a wish on that?! We don’t even have a girl picked out to make a baby with!”
            “Oh…” Goten sulked. “Sorry.”
            Trunks nodded in satisfaction for kicking Goten off the metaphorical pedestal of great ideas, and continued his thinking process. He couldn’t help thinking… that there was someone…
            Gohan…
            Trunks perked up as the beginnings of an idea began to take shape.
            Gohan!
            “Gohan!” he exclaimed out loud, and then turned to Goten, throwing his arms out to the sides. “Gohan goes to school where there’s a bunch of girls, right?!”
            “Yeah,” Goten replied, “but aren’t they too old for us? I mean, we barely started school.”
            “Speak for yourself,” Trunks grumbled to the younger, and then pumped a fist to his chest. “Highschoolers are into mature younger guys like me!”
            “Hey, you’re not that mature!” argued Goten, fearing he was going to fall behind if he wasn’t at Trunks’s level.
            “Am so! A lot more than you! Now listen! I’ll get Gohan to introduce us to some girls at his school, and I’ll put in a good word for you! Got it?”
            Goten nodded, now smiling. “Got it! Thanks, Trunks!”
            “Here you two are! Heheh! I was looking for you!”
            Trunks and Goten turned from their scheming to the girl striding down the hallway. From the look of her, she was a little worse for the wear; her clothes saturated in sweat, face red from strenuous activity, but proud despite this disheveled appearance. Videl, daughter of Hercule, and recent tagalong for whatever Gohan was doing.
            Add an easily forgotten aside to that list; at least to Trunks, who didn’t want to be bothered now that he and Goten had a plan.
            “Hi, Videl!” Goten greeted enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you were here!”
            Videl, scrubbing sweat off her cheek with the towel draped over her shoulders, smiled back. “Your mom called and said you guys were visiting Capsule Corp. today and invited me over. Guess I got a little carried away in the training room. Dad should really look into getting one for himself.”
            “Huh? You tried out the gravity room?” asked Trunks, who wasn’t allowed in there without Vegeta’s supervision.
            “Yeah,” said Videl nonchalantly, not knowing how it bugged the kid. “You Saiyans put yourselves through all kinds of training methods, and I wanted to try it out. Guess coming from space makes five times normal gravity easy for you.”
            “Five times? You-You trained at five times gravity?”
            “Hm? Yeah. Is that strange?” Videl didn’t know where she stacked up after all.
            “Well, no,” Trunks hesitated, now thinking on it. “Not for you, I guess. But…” His voice lowered to speak more to himself, “I didn’t think the machine went that low.”
            “Well, now that I’ve found you two!” She suddenly bent forward to meet their eyelevel. Trunks yelped and jumped; Goten was unfazed. She smiled enthusiastically. “I was wondering if you two would be willing to do a favor for me, since Gohan’s got his studies.”
            Goten and Trunks looked and her, and then looked at each other. “What is it?” asked the former with a finger hooked to his bottom lip.
            Videl winked, holding up a finger. “Remember those Dragonballs?”
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