Gohan's Highschool Harem: Chapter 2 - Seeing Red

By the time Gohan's homestay in Bulma Briefs' mansion was a week old, Bulma finally stopped avoiding Gohan's presence, and the two of them were beginning to cohabitate in the fashion that they'd originally intended to. They were being casual around each other. They were keeping the drama to a minimum.

They were carefully, diligently, ignoring the neon pink elephant singing power ballads in the middle of the room...

The problem was the following… Every single time Bulma caught sight of Gohan at breakfast, at work, or in the various rooms of her home, her body would grow both warm and wet, and the scents that would waft off of her newly excited sex were enough to make Gohan grow hard in his pants.

Bulma Briefs wanted Son Gohan. She wanted him bad…

And he wanted her in return.

Neither of them were getting what they wanted in the slightest, and the sexual tension existing between the two of them was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

Gohan wasn't sleeping very much at all these days… Bulma, on the other hand, was noticeably, visibly doing a much better job of maintaining her composure, but Gohan couldn't even begin to imagine how. The woman looked like she had absolutely no problem at all with the way she was soaking her panties every single time he entered her presence, as if the intense arousal she was feeling was completely inconsequential and far, far beneath her notice…

Bulma was displaying a level of willpower and self-control that Gohan could only admire, and it made him want to do better, to somehow make himself less of a burden to his host.

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Monday Morning, Seven Days Into Gohan's Homestay in Bulma's Home…

After waking up early to head out for his daily training, Gohan decided to use the gravity chamber for a brief warm-up, only to find himself unable to enter the machine's swipe access door. This probably meant that there was an oversight on the Security Team's side of things, as Gohan helped maintain the highly sophisticated training tool, and would likely need access to it sooner rather than later.

With a desire to check on his key-fob access, Gohan walked through the service hallways threaded throughout the basement of Bulma's mansion, located the Security office, and then stood in front of the door. At first he'd intended to simply ask for the Robot sentry that manned the office to fix his broken clearance. Unfortunately for him, a rather large sign on the office door explained that the Security Robot's batteries charged between the hours of 3 Am to 6 Am (two and a half hours from now)... at which point, Gohan grew just a little bit confused.

The swipe access door to the Security Office was ever so slightly ajar… and a human being was breathing heavily inside of the room.

It was during that moment that Gohan realized that the person sitting inside of the Security Office smelled… familiar, and his body reacted on instinct alone. A split second later, he was leaning close to the crack in the reinforced metal door, he was peering inside of the highly sophisticated work-station, and he was freezing in place like a statue at what he could see happening within…

Bulma Briefs was leaning way back in the Camera Review chair of the security office with her eyes locked on a massive holoscreen monitor displaying hundreds of security-camera feeds from all over her company and assorted properties.

The cluster of smaller camera-feeds ringing the much larger central hologram were videos of Gohan working within his lab, bending over, picking things up, eating food, smiling at his coworkers, swimming in the pool, and sleeping naked atop his bed....

The central camera-feed had a high quality, high definition, hologram of a naked Gohan stalking up to Bulma's side, passionately kissing her, pressing her back up against the wall of his private suite, almost penetrating her pussy with his cock right then and there, and then pulling back at the last possible second to get his dick sucked dry Instead.

With all of these holograms repeating themselves over and over again in a semi-circle formation that surrounded Bulma's reclined body, the blue-haired woman had her legs spread wide with her calves resting atop the armrests of her chair, so that she could pleasure herself in a blur of rapid arm movement. She had a large dildo in hand, and she was repeating the name Gohan in a series of breathy little whines...

This… THIS was the reason why Bulma looked so damned calm and unaffected nowadays… The woman was a MASSIVE voyeur who was SPYING on his rooms, and she was touching herself on a regular basis in order to take the edge off.

And in a split second of explosive arousal, Gohan almost gave the woman exactly what she really wanted from him… his dick, in her pussy, over and over and over again until her eyes were rolled up into her head and her womb was swollen full of cum...

Until Gohan's advanced hearing managed to catch Bulma whispering out the words, "I can't do it…Trunks," at which point he was reminded why the woman was shamelessly invading his privacy in the first place, and why she was frantically fucking herself instead of seeking him out...

And he didn't know what the hell to do.

Less than ten seconds later, Gohan was flying away from Bulma Briefs' mansion. Less than five minutes after that, he was hundreds and hundreds of kilometers away…

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Thirty Minutes Later…

The air above Earth's Southeast Sea was hotter than a maxed out oven for almost two Kilometers in every direction (1.2 Miles), as a titanic amount of Ki power was unleashed upon the world. Son Gohan was pouring out ungodly amounts of raw power in the form of hundreds of thousands of razor sharp destructo disks ala Krillin, and then he was having them all rotate in blisteringly fast orbits around his body. He was completely encasing himself within a violently swirling maelstrom that looked almost like a miniature sun...

And yet, the Super Saiyan two residing within the core of the blisteringly hot flow of energy was nothing but an unrecognizable blur of kicks and punches, as he trained himself to make use of complex Ki attacks and extremely technical martial art techniques at exactly the same time.

Every day… Every single Kami-damned day, Gohan trained both his body and his Ki abilities to their absolute limits, and as a result, he was more than five times as powerful now than he was back during the Cell Games... Back when he wasn't strong enough to completely vaporize Cell's body…

Back when his father was forced to pay the ultimate price for his failure.

Of course, Gohan was well-aware that he fought with absolutely everything that he had back during his battle with Cell, and that his failure wasn't from a lack of effort or determination… He also knew that he shouldn't harshly judge his eleven year old self for failing to achieve levels of power that were far, FAR beyond his capabilities at the time… But that didn't mean that it was acceptable for him to REMAIN as weak as he was during that one life-alterringly crucial moment in time.

Needless to say, Gohan never even CONSIDERED obeying his mother's absurd demand that he stop training altogether, to focus on his studies… Not with a universe chock full of Friezas, Dr. Geros, and Cells looking to bully the weak.

No… No way. Training came first.

And studying came easy, which is why Chi Chi never had any cause to wave her frying pan around…

With a growl of unleashed aggression. Gohan manipulated his tightly packed cocoon of Destructo Disks into a dense five-meter-wide column of rapidly spinning death that he sent careening through the air at blisteringly fast speeds. If he'd learned anything at all from all of the life or death battles that he'd taken part in during his preteen years, it was that a fighter's power level didn't amount to much if they couldn't see, keep up with, or land a blow upon their enemy. For that reason, Gohan spent a good portion of his daily training experimenting with his Ki energy in a very methodical and scientific fashion, with the intention of making the most of every single amp of spiritual power that was contained within his body.

And this daily routine ended up paying off for Gohan in dozens of different ways, with the most dramatic being the following:

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[li]Gohan attained a completely absurd level of control over both his spirit and his spiritual energy, even when it was split up into thousands upon thousands of extremely complex Ki projectiles moving at mach speeds over a hundred Kilometers (62 Miles) away from his body.[/li]

[li]If he was paying attention, he could sense the mundane objects and lifeforms that moved around within his vicinity, via waves of ambient Ki that he routinely released from inside of his body. [/li]

[li]He was able to erect an invisible energy shroud around his body that was able to deflect most enemy Ki attacks (up to a certain density, velocity, temperature, or torque). [/li]

[li]After reaching a meditative state, he could absorb the excess life energy being discharged by the world around him to slowly but surely expand his spiritual center and increase his max Ki potential (this ability was helping Gohan grow stronger far, FAR faster than Vegeta could ever hope to replicate, which pissed the man off like you wouldn't believe). [/li]

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While Gohan was a half Saiyan as well as a martial artist similar to Vegeta and Goku, he was also a highly gifted scientist, and ironically it was this second attribute of his character that was allowing him to grow so strong. He'd applied the scientific method to his own training, figuring out through trial, error, and well-documented research what methods or practices allowed him to attain and manipulate greater amounts of strength through the proper application of his Ki.

Long story short, it was probably Gohan's fault that Vegeta spent so much time off planet neglecting his wife, because the man was a sore loser and he was off looking for an opponent closer to his weight class.

At exactly the same time, it was also Gohan's fault that the woman currently trying to sneak up on him did so much damage to his closest human friend…

Even as Gohan allowed his torrent of Destructo disks to scatter harmlessly up into the stratosphere, Android 18 was quietly, stealthily, approaching him from behind, which he could only feel because she was moving within the range of his ambient Ki. Not even Bulma knew why, but the alterations that Dr. Gero made to Android 18's physique cloaked her Ki, making her completely undetectable to anyone using conventional Ki perception…

Unfortunately for Android 18, Gohan could still sense her presence like he would a chair or a rock or a cat on the roadside. He recognized the shape and chemical composition of her body as it moved throughout his Ki field, and this recognition caused his mouth to compress down into a thin little line.

Suffice it to say, Gohan and Android 18 had a very… strained relationship, and while the impulses that drove the woman to cause him so much trouble weren't truly of her making, the way she chose to go about them all most certainly were.

With a sigh and a small indrawn breath, Gohan suddenly performed the instantaneous transmission (teleporting) technique that he'd learned from his father, allowing him to bypass the space between his current location and Android 18's… Between one instant and the next, Gohan traveled four Kilometers to appear directly behind Android 18's back, where he grabbed the woman's arms and held her in an extremely thorough full-Nelson lock.

"Wha… Hey! Let me go" Android 18 yelped out, as she wiggled and squirmed within Gohan's arms. Before the woman finally gave up resisting, her black sandals fell off of her rapidly kicking feet, her denim skirt slid up her bucking and wiggling thighs, and her skin-tight black tube-top rode up the length of her belly to bunch up under her breasts.

"I warned you to stay away from me," Gohan immediately growled back, his grip upon 18's arms tightening into a vice as she continued to buck and kick at his legs.

"But you're the one who came to ME," Android 18 protested just as quickly. "I live in Satan City. I have for half a decade! Now you're flooding the entire damned city with your spiritual energy every single morning, and I haven't slept in days!"

When Gohan recognized both the honesty and the intense frustration filling 18's voice, he grunted his understanding and loosened his grip just the tiniest little bit. He didn't let the woman go however, because he still had one more question for her… "Fine, I'll fly farther away to train in the morning, but I still want to know why you were sneaking up on me just now."

"Because… because I have business with you, and you avoid me like the plague," 18 admitted in a slow, subdued and halting tone of voice.

"The way I treat you is appropriate considering your past actions," Gohan chewed out between tightly clenched teeth. "You're a selfish, self-centered, manipulator."

"Are you also going to call me a pedophile like everyone else in your little gang," 18 snapped back, bitterness ringing out in her tone.

For just a split second, Gohan thought about doing exactly what 18 was prodding him to do, but then he didn't. He couldn't. He knew better.

While Android 18 was actually born a human, after being genetically engineered and fabricated by the mad scientist Dr. Gero, she existed for the specific purpose of killing Gohan's father, Goku. For that reason, her body was hardwired with a strong compulsion to kill Goku If she was capable of doing so, or to sire children that could finish the job if she was not. With that twisted objective in mind, Dr. Gero implanted a powerful compulsion into Android 18's altered genetics. He hardwired her body with an intense sexual desire that would have her seeking out the strongest compatible lifeform she could find and then breeding with it as often as she possibly could...

Unfortunately for both Android 18 and Krillin, after Goku died and the Cell games finally came to an end, the strongest lifeform remaining on the planet was only eleven years old…

Gohan.

If, hypothetically, Android 18 attempted to seduce Gohan immediately after the Cell Games came to an end, then both her actions and her inappropriate attraction to a preteen boy would've been forgiven, because Bulma would've explained the mechanisms driving her behavior... The reason why all of the Z fighters, including Gohan, remained both judgmental and angry with the woman three-quarters of a decade later was because she decided to betray their trust instead. Android 18 hid her true intentions, allowed Krillin to think that she was falling in love with him, and manipulated the man's feelings so that he'd help her secure all of the Dragon Balls.

For the length of time that Android 18 and Krillin were traveling the world together looking for the Dragon Balls, she carried out a picture perfect tsundere girlfriend act, stringing Krillin along until he fell deeply in love with her.

It was only after Android 17 was resurrected, the failsafe bombs built into 17 and 18's bodies were removed, and all of the murderous impulses that had been implanted into the two of them were erased, that the woman finally acted upon her REAL attraction…

She attempted to isolate, seduce and then MATE with an eleven year old boy, during a house party that was being thrown in her honor.

Gohan would never forget the day he found himself red-faced and stuttering out nearly incoherent denials as he shoved away a newly naked Android 18 and dashed out the door of the guest-bedroom she'd pulled him into… only to be met in the hallway by a completely devastated looking Krillin.

It goes without saying that the whole situation was extremely hard on Krillin, who ended up a broken-hearted mess for almost an entire year, but since the man had an extremely resilient character, he ultimately managed to pull out of his depression, stopped unintentionally avoiding Gohan's presence, and successfully moved on with his life. Nowadays, Krillin was happily-married to a small and adorable redheaded woman by the name of Chuu Lee, who interestingly enough, was the person who taught Goku how to sense Ki energy back when he was only a preteen boy.

Back in the present, Gohan didn't end up calling Android 18 a pedophile, because he knew her attraction to him back when he was eleven had absolutely nothing to do with his still developing body, but rather the overabundance of Ki power that he'd learned to pour out in a fight. At exactly the same time, he didn't apologize for the abuse that the rest of his friends rained down on Android 18 whenever they saw her, because her actions at that time almost destroyed the closest friendship that he had (with a human male).

"Have you even tried to understand WHY I manipulated Krillin," Android 18 suddenly called out, when baiting Gohan didn't work in the slightest. "I grew up living on the streets with Lapis, Android 17, MY BROTHER, and he was the only person who mattered to me in the whole entire world, and that was BEFORE I had my emotions stripped away from me by Dr. Gero… During the time I was stringing Krillin along, I had the emotional maturity of a ONE YEAR OLD, and I was desperate to save my BROTHER!"

"Why are you still seeking my understanding so many years later," Gohan immediately asked back, in lieu of conceding that the woman actually had a point. "By now, you could've located all of the Dragon Balls by yourself and wished to have a normal sex-drive, completely unrelated to strength or Ki power levels."

"I did exactly what you just described four years ago, but Shenlong asked me a question that stopped me in my tracks," 18 retorted in a surly little growl. "The dragon asked me if I desired to alter my baseline sexual predilections along with Dr. Gero's programming, because apparently I was ALWAYS attracted to strength to a completely absurd degree, and I ALWAYS would've wanted you for myself... According to Shenlong, if he were to follow through with my wish, he would also have to alter something that was born of ME and was ALWAYS a part of me… at which point, I lost interest… Instead, I asked the dragon to restore all of my missing childhood memories, so that I'd actually understand what he was talking about. Then I asked him to grant me all of the knowledge required to grow rich and influential in human society, and I asked him to revert me and Android 17 back to the age that we were when Dr. Gero captured us… I've chosen to remain a genetically perfected cyborg, but my acquaintances call me the name that I grew up with, Lazuli, and my body is twenty-two years old…"

Once again, Gohan found himself unable to respond to 18's words, because the woman wasn't describing unreasonable feelings or responses. She was describing trauma, emotional instability, uncertainty, and personal growth, and he couldn't fault her for the way that she felt…

And yet, all of that amounted to absolutely nothing for one completely obvious reason…

Gohan didn't want to hurt Krillin again.

Then again, there was also a second aspect of Gohan's current situation that he simply couldn't come to terms with… "You should've removed the component of your sex-drive that dictates you ONLY desire the absolute strongest person available," Gohan breathed out in a frustrated little sigh. "There are several other exceptionally strong people on Earth, and I have no interest in being your one and only real attraction. It feels… wrong. It feels like a violation."

"I don't see it that way at all, Gohan… At only eighteen years old, you're a wealthy and ingenious tech developer/scientist/engineer with a warm and sunny disposition, and a body made for sin," Android 18 argued as she attempted to touch Gohan's abs with her tightly secured hands and failed. "The way I see it, aiming for second best is just aiming for the first loser. YOU are the very best that this planet has to offer."

"And what if I'm just not interested in you," Gohan finally barked out in his rising anger and impatience. "What if you're just not my type 18? What then? Will you simply live and die alone?"

For just a single instant in time, Android 18 flinched and froze like a statue as if she'd just been struck in the face by Gohan's questions… Then she suddenly released just the tiniest little snort, followed by a few equally subtle snickers, and then she exploded into an exceptionally girly fit of giggles that shook her entire body.

One thing was completely obvious right from the get-go… Android 18 thought Gohan's question was completely and utterly absurd.

"Gohan Gohan Gohan…," Android 18 chortled out, even as her giggles very slowly came to an end. "I may be an amoral user with an almost sociopathic lack of human emotion, but other than that… I'm a flawless work of art… I've been genetically revamped and retrofitted with a body capable of seducing nightmarish monsters into obedience… I'm sexy… I'm very, VERY sexy, Gohan… My body is specifically designed to drain your seed with all sorts of skills and body techniques, and my adaptive genetics will assure us the very best and strongest children…"

Along with her words, Android 18 started squirming in Gohan's grip again, and her point was immediately proven by the effect her actions were having upon his body. The woman's impossibly soft, heart-shaped, bubble-butt, pressed and rubbed back against Gohan's crotch, her long lean legs twined back to curl around the back of his calves, her massive perfect breasts flared out on either side of her slim and sexy torso, her shiny golden hair floated idly down her shoulders, and her flawlessly sculpted muscle tone coiled under her luminous, milky skin.

The cyborg woman was sexy. She was alluring. Gohan knew for sure that she was beautiful beyond measure even without looking her in the face, and he was growing hard in his bright orange training gi over the way she was humping herself back against his body.

But then Gohan found himself gritting his teeth because… NO… He was NOT some mindless ape, incapable of denying his dick. This woman was cold and calculating, she was going to hurt Krillin, strain his relationship with the rest of the Z fighters, and she was looking to stake a claim on him when he was barely eighteen years old…

Interestingly enough, it was this third fact that helped Gohan the most when it came to regaining control of his libido. He was young, he appeared to be popular with the women that he'd met so far at school, and he had no interest in settling down with anyone specific until he figured out what he actually wanted from a woman.

"I've never even dated anyone before, 18," Gohan finally bit out, as his arms tightened again and Android 18's movements were brought to a stop. "I have zero intention of having children with the very first woman who offers me an easy lay."

"And why not? After all, you confessed your LOVE to the very first woman to ever suck your cock," Android 18 purred out in a voice that was equal parts seduction and cruelty.

BOOOM!

Between one instant and the next, an explosion of Gohan's Ki was propelling both himself and Android 18 straight down towards the ocean surface at speeds that were setting the oxygen hitting their bodies aflame, and they were crashing down into the water in a gigantic eruption of superheated steam and foam. Within just five seconds of hearing Android 18's inherently threatening words, Gohan had moved the two of them almost two hundred meters underneath the surface of the water, and his Ki was maintaining a four-meter-wide sphere of air around the two of them by splitting the nearby H2O into its two separate elemental components.

Within a violently rippling bubble of carefully separated oxygen and hydrogen, bobbing in place within just five meters of the ocean floor, Gohan squeezed one of his hands punishingly tight around Android 18's elegant, swan-like neck, stared into her eyes from just inches away, and then growled into her ear with enough killer intent to give a normal human a heart attack… "First you'll tell me exactly how you're spying on me, and then you'll tell me why I shouldn't make you CEASE TO EXIST for trying to blackmail me."

"I'm a cyborg," 18 immediately replied with an electric blue light reflected in her eyes and a feral smile upon her face. "There isn't a computer system on all of Earth that's secure enough to keep out my incredibly sophisticated brain, so I've downloaded all of the hologram footage that Bulma's compiled, and I've seen EXACTLY what she does with it. And no… You're NOT going to make me disappear, or the video of Bulma sucking your cock will automatically be distributed to every corner of the internet and to all of the biggest News Networks on Earth. We'll see how long it'll take for Vegeta to find out about his wife's infidelity when a video of her chugging your jizz goes viral all around the world…"

"You won't be alive to see the fallout of that decision," Gohan threatened in a chilling little whisper. "Both you and Android 17, your BROTHER, will be less than dust in the wind by that point."

"If I thought for even a single instant that you were capable of murdering an innocent and uninvolved father of three, which my brother has become by the way, then what you just said might actually have given me pause," 18 retorted with a scoff. "Fortunately for me, you're just not that kind of person… You're nowhere near barbaric enough to slaughter an innocent bystander. Not when there's a far more… peaceful… solution. It's simple Gohan… Just give me what I want. Let me have unobstructed access to your bitch-breaker dick, and I promise that I'll NEVER reveal any of your secrets."

At the tail end of her words, 18's hands rubbed up and down Gohan's chest, her long, sexy legs twined up and around his lower back, her panty-clad pussy rubbed wetly against the bulge in his pants, and she licked her pink and pouty lips in an impossibly erotic fashion. She did all of this despite the fact that Gohan's right hand was still squeezing her neck with enough force to crush a diamond down into dust sized particles.

"You're spiteful enough to risk the safety of every lifeform on this planet simply to get some dick," Gohan seethed out, almost but not quite in the form of a question. "If Vegeta finds out what Bulma and I did that day, he'll abduct his son and then try to crack this planet like an egg. I'll be forced to kill him, 18… to kill Trunk's dad."

"It's best to just do as you're told then," 18 pointed out in a very casual and carefree tone of voice. "Look, I'll give you time to think on it… HONEY… but someday very, VERY soon, I'm going to do things to your cock that would make a back-alley crackwhore blush like a virgin..."

After blinking dumbly at Android 18's sexually charged words and then gritting his teeth into an extremely tight scowl, Gohan suddenly vanished without a trace.

A single instant later, when the explosive inrush of seawater finished shredding the pocket of oxygen Gohan left behind, and all of the gas bubbles he'd created were slowly trailing up towards the surface of the ocean, all that remained was Android 18, floating idly in the dimly lit water with a look of savage triumph dominating her angelically beautiful face.

After meeting Son Gohan in person after seven years of waiting, the boy… no… the MAN was even more impressive than Lazuli had ever dared imagine.

And she was going to have her way with his god-like body, over, and over, and over again…

Life was good.

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Two Hours Later…

While careening across the country far faster than he'd ever flown in the past, Gohan poured all of his various frustrations into the Ki energy that was pushing him along. As a result, he broke the sound barrier and then broke it another four times in rapid succession, tearing through the air at such insane speeds he left a scorching hot contrail of carbon dioxide and water vapor in his wake.

Gohan was angry with Android 18, which made sense because she was blackmailing him. Given the circumstances, his anger made sense, and it wasn't a reaction that he was currently concerned about.

On the other hand, Gohan was also extraordinarily HOT for Android 18, which was leaving him feeling dirty, as well as completely disgusted with himself.

It was Gohan's out of control lust towards Bulma that armed Android 18 with the blackmail material she was using on him… Even worse than that however, it was his sex-drive that wanted the gorgeous blonde woman to succeed…

It was official… Son Gohan was a slut. He was a dyed in the wool, shameless, sexual deviant, and he was much better off when he was secluded in the mountains with no one to interact with but his mother and younger brother.

Now if only this understanding would calm the erection that was still throbbing away within the navy blue tights of Gohan's superhero-suit.

After everything that had happened since he first moved into Bulma Briefs' house, and all of the teasing that he seemed to be receiving from absolutely EVERY woman that he met, Gohan was at the breaking point. He was frustrated. He was horny. He was pent-up in the extreme and fraying at the edges…

Long story short, Gohan's mental state was in complete and utter chaos, which is the reason why he ended up running late to his first period class at school, causing him to land directly onto the rooftop of Orange-Star High, where he returned his hero-suit into its other dimensional storage space, and then ripped off the orange training Gi that he was wearing underneath. Even as Gohan threw his school uniform to the floor and started stripping himself completely naked, he thanked his lucky stars that he'd started wearing a necklace of different storage capsules containing absolutely everything he could possibly need.

It was only after Gohan straightened out from pulling on a pair of black boxer-briefs that he heard a woman panting and gasping for air just a few meters behind his back, and he FINALLY noticed that he wasn't alone… Whipping around, Gohan saw a small, slight but curvy teenaged redhead sitting cross-legged between a trio of ventilation ducts, where she'd just witnessed absolutely everything that he'd done since he landed on the roof…

Well… Fuck…

"The new kid… Gohan… You're that superhero… Black-and-Blue," the redheaded girl slowly and haltingly breathed out, as she stared up at Gohan's mostly naked body with stars growing within her extremely expressive violet colored eyes.

While at first Gohan thought about making a series of completely absurd denials, in the end, he didn't bother doing so because he'd merely be insulting the unknown girl's intelligence... Instead, he felt his right hand sliding up the back of his neck as he adopted a look of chagrin upon his face, and he laughed just a bit as he tried to look as non-threatening as possible. "Uh, hi, yeah, I've been called Black-and-Blue by the Newspapers and such, although I'm not the one who came up with that superhero name. If at all possible… miss… I was hoping you could keep my identity a secret, as anonymity protects me and my family from both reprisals and the media."

In a series of bouncy and energetic movements, the pretty young redheaded woman suddenly rose up to her feet, dusted herself off, and then squeezed her tightly curled hands between her rather impressive breasts as her eyes panned up the length of his mostly naked body. While it would be more accurate to call the girl heart-achingly adorable rather than sexy because of the soft dusting of freckles on her cheeks, and her fluffed-up and curly hair, the skin-tight, low-cut, white belly-shirt that she was wearing was doing an excellent job of displaying the milky-white caps of her breasts, while her emerald green mini-skirt revealed an extra-long expanse of soft and creamy thigh-flesh. This was a woman who was well-aware of the young and innocent sex-appeal that she was offering, and she made the most of it by bouncing up to Gohan's side with a look of unconcealed hero-worship on her face.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Gohan," the girl immediately asked in a completely out of control gasp of rapidly expelled air.

"I, uh… no… I mean I, I don't even know your name yet," Gohan stuttered back in his surprise.

"My name's Angela, I'm a student in your class, and what do you mean by NO," the newly named Angela chirped out in an overly offended tone of voice. "You know what? I'm going to tell everyone your secret if you don't say yes to going out with me!"

Crackle… Crack… Clatter… Sizzle… Thrum…

As Gohan's open and easy expression transformed into something quite a bit more intense and serious, the air around him and Angela started feeling heavy and solid like a wall, arcs of electricity began bouncing from one metal pipe to another all around the rooftop, and the dirt covering the concrete at their feet vibrated in place before floating up into the air.

Son Gohan was so, so, soooo unbelievably pissed off that he was being blackmailed AGAIN, less than three hours after Android 18 finished playing him like a fiddle. At exactly the same time, as he stared down at the newly trembling redhead, he knew one thing with zero doubt in his mind…

This reckless, self-entitled, selfish, little GIRL had no freaking clue just who it was that she was messing with.

As a feeling of indescribable pressure began pulsing outwards from within Gohan's body, casting waves of ozone scented air outwards in every direction, he began stalking towards Angela's newly freaked out form as if he was a predator stalking its prey. He moved slowly but assertively, and he stared into the woman's eyes the whole entire time. Then, when he finally broke the silence, his gently spoken words shook Angela's bones because of the spiritual pressure that he was injecting into them… "Do you REALLY think that you can blackmail me, Angela?... Do you TRULY believe that I'll allow you to endanger my friends and my family by revealing my identity?"

By this point, Angela's body was beginning to float up off of the ground, carried aloft by a thick outpouring of Gohan's ki, and she was windmilling both her arms and her legs in a desperate bid to find solid purchase. At exactly the same time, she visibly attempted to say something, ANYTHING that might placate Gohan's anger, only for a series of tiny little whimper/whines to slip from within her wildly wobbling lips.

Angela was afraid… She was very, VERY afraid…

Good…but not quite good enough…

With a slow-paced, gentle, almost intimate motion of his hand, Gohan curled his fingers around Angela's right shoulder…

And then they were gone.

Within one moment and the next, Gohan and Angela emerged into existence ten meters above the surface of the water in the middle of an ocean on the far side of the planet. The fact that they'd moved to an incredibly far off location was immediately obvious because it was nighttime where they'd arrived, and the air gusting against their free-floating bodies was carrying fat flakes of snow.

Angela and the incredibly powerful being that she'd just finished trying to blackmail were alone in the middle of an arctic ocean... Gohan wouldn't even need to kill her personally in order to negate the risk that she posed to his life. All he'd have to do is leave her on an iceberg or a small frozen island, and she would NEVER be seen by anyone EVER again.

Tears instantly started leaking from within Angela's eyes and she chewed at her bottom lip as she shivered and shuddered and floated in place.

"Are you starting to understand just how DANGEROUS it is to blackmail or threaten people," Gohan breathed out in a tone of voice that was somehow both sympathetic and extremely menacing at exactly the same time. "Are you beginning to see why you should THINK before you act?"

"Ye..Yes, Yes. Thank you for teaching me, and I'm sorry for my actions! Please don't leave me here," Angela begged in an increasingly frantic tone of voice. "I'll take your secret with me to my grave! I'll serve you for the rest of my life! I'll do it! I promise! Just, just please take me back with you!"

Along with her screamed out words, Angela screwed her eyes shut as if she was delivering a prayer, which is why she didn't immediately notice that she'd just experienced another change in scenery. It was only after a warm breeze wafted against her body that she opened up her eyes again and found that the two of them had returned to the rooftop of the school. Then her feet were pressing down against the concrete again, her knees were wobbling weakly in her relief, and Gohan was walking across the roof again as if he'd completely forgotten about her existence.

Gohan sighed to himself as he bent over to pick up his school uniform, because scaring the piss out of a spoiled rotten teenaged girl had been the very LAST thing on his agenda when he first woke up that morning.

"How may I serve you… Master?"

Turning back towards the redheaded woman that was staring at his back with an unnerving intensity upon her deeply red-flushed face, Gohan drew in a very deep breath for the patience required to deal with yet more of her nonsense… As attractive as Angela was, she'd also pissed Gohan off less than a minute after meeting him, so he failed to see how she could be useful to him in the slightest...

But that was the moment when Gohan sensed an increasingly familiar scent coming from Angela's newly dripping pussy, saw the lust-glazed quality to her eyes, saw her chest heave as her breathing grew fast and irregular, heard her heart jackhammering in her rising arousal, and a somewhat... amoral... plan suddenly entered his mind, fully formed and exciting in the extreme.

"I can serve you on my knees, on my back, on your lap, on all fours…," Angela continued to explain as she unfastened the top few buttons of her already low cut shirt to reveal the tops of her emerald green bra, closed to within just a foot of Gohan in a blur of eager movement, and then pressed herself up against his chest. "I've learned my place, Master. I won't make demands… But I need you. I feel so… I'm burning up!"

A split second after coming to a decision, Gohan curled a hand around Angela's wrist, and the two of them disappeared from the roof of the school again. An instant later, Gohan and Angela were standing within the front entry parlor of the Brief family residence, where Gohan began pulling the increasingly horned-up redhead through the various rooms of the house. He had a destination in mind, a side agenda on the way to his bedroom that he was looking forward to accomplishing. A small rebellion that he wanted to wage. A lack of control that he wanted to address…

Around this time every single morning, Bulma Briefs took her sweet ass time drinking her morning coffee either in the living room or out on the balcony. Since it was a slightly overcast day today, Gohan figured the woman would be sitting in the living room…

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Gohan and Angela encountered a stunningly beautiful Bluenette reclining back in a loveseat with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and a holo-tablet in the other.

"Morning, Bulma," Gohan cheerfully called out as he and Angela marched across the room towards the stairs. "This here is Angela, and the two of us are going to spend the morning… 'talking', up in my bedroom. Oh, and my key-fob access to the gravity chamber is missing, so I was wondering if you could check on it for me…"

"Uh, okay," Bulma haltingly breathed out as she took in Gohan's current lack of clothing, saw the way that Angela's shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the top half of her bra, caught the red-flushed state of the teenage girl's face, heard the labored quality to her breathing, and then recognized the manic cast to her massive violet colored eyes. Then Bulma was turning back towards Gohan, and she was trying to remember what in the hell they were currently talking about… "Uhh, Gohan,"she finally breathed out in a slow and breathy tone of voice… "Isn't an access card problem something that you can take care of yourself?"

"It is, and I did try to sort it out earlier this morning, but the Security Office was very, very OCCUPIED, when I arrived…" With that message delivered, Gohan took a hold of Angela's visibly trembling hand, and drew the woman out of the room.

Even as Gohan and Angela ascended the stairs towards the house's second level, his preternaturally advanced hearing allowed him to sense Bulma's heart rate and breathing grow fast paced and labored in her dawning realization. Then Gohan heard the woman march quickly down the stairs towards the basement level of the mansion and the Security Office, and he knew right away what the woman intended to do… He also knew that he was about to 'help' his host get exactly what she wanted out of their current situation, because he'd just opened up an empathic link between Bulma's mind, his own mind,… and Angela's mind…

Bulma Briefs didn't know it yet, but when the timing was juuuuust right, Gohan intended to make her feel absolutely everything that Angela was experiencing, by opening up a channel between their minds… There was a slight element of risk involved in what Gohan was currently doing, sure, but since Bulma was currently ordering the robot-sentry manning the Security Office's camera review chair to leave its post and then power itself down, he wasn't all that concerned about the consequences. Instead, Gohan focused his attention on the bright red face of the redhead walking beside him, and the way that her whole entire body was shaking with excitement.

"Bulma Briefs… THE Bulma Briefs… The richest, most powerful woman to ever walk the Earth… follows your orders," Angela panted out before lapsing back into a breathless form of silence.

"She's my friend, boss and benefactor. I have no authority over her," Gohan immediately corrected. "If, in the future, you have any dealings with Bulma Briefs at all, you will call her ma'am, boss or mistress, depending on the circumstances."

Angela could only nod her understanding, as Gohan waved a small bracelet key-fob in front of a door-side panel, and the thickly insulated door to his suite of rooms slid to the side. Then the two of them were quickly moving beyond a lavishly comfortable living room slash media room into an equally well-appointed bedroom area.

Needless to say, at this point Angela felt like she might hyperventilate. A feeling that only grew stronger as Gohan moved to the foot of his bed, spun in her direction, and then pushed his black underwear down to the floor. By the time he stepped free from the discarded black material and his eyes snapped in her direction again, Angela was whimpering with need, and her eyes were transfixed down between his thighs.

For several moments in a row, Angela merely stared at the biggest, most majestic, most perfect dick she'd ever seen in her life, even with a holo-computer in her bedroom and unrestricted access to the interweb. The monolithic slab of cockmeat that was swinging down between Gohan's thighs was only now beginning to grow hard, but it was still two thirds longer than either of the boys she'd dated in the past, and more than three times thicker.

"My pussy… will be very, very tight," Angela finally managed to squeak out, as her right hand quickly rubbed down the outside of her emerald green skirt to cup around her hot little mound.

"Show me," Gohan immediately ordered, even as he sat down on the foot of his bed.

"Ye.. Yes of course, Master," Angela immediately gasped back, even as she pulled a holo-phone from her pocket, queued up a slow-paced acoustic guitar song, and then threw her phone onto a nearby armchair. By the time the intro to the song finished playing, and the rhythm began in earnest, her hands were sliding towards the hem of her belly-shirt, she was gyrating her hips in slow, sexy circles, and she was staring at Gohan's face with an intense hunger in her eyes.

As Angela's belly-shirt was pulled up the length of her stomach towards her breasts, Gohan's eyes widened as he could make out every single one of her ribs and the outside of her pelvic bones as a result of her extremely low body fat percentage. Then his eyes widened even further, when the cups of the redhead's emerald bra dropped free from her bunched up shirt, revealing a pair of breasts that made no sense whatsoever on her tiny little frame. For all that she was clearly a healthy young woman, Angela was elfin, she was slight, her body was as light as a feather, which made the full and perky breasts that bounced and jiggled dramatically within the confines of her bra completely remarkable.

Next, Angela unclipped her skirt, revealing a flared out little waist that tapered into a surprisingly round and curvy ass, soft milky thighs, and a dark green set of soaked through panties. The naive and innocent looking teenager's pussy was dripping wet with arousal, which was made completely obvious by the twin rivulets of clear, slippery fuck-juices that were running down both of her inner thighs.

Slowly, sensually, Angela slid and swayed herself closer to the foot of Gohan's bed, waving her surprisingly full hips in his face as her hands rubbed and pressed against the hemline of her panties. An effort at teasing that came to a swift and sudden end, when her thumbs hooked under the frilly green lace that was hugging her waist, and she began drawing it slowly down both of her thighs.

Right away, Gohan could see that it was EXACTLY as Angela claimed it'd be... It was completely obvious right from the get-go that her completely hairless, bright pink and shiny little pussy was going to be tight with a capital T, and that was BEFORE you noticed how the perfectly pristine little slit where her pussy-lips met was visibly squeezing on nothing but air.

For all that Angela's sex still looked brand new and completely unused, her pussy-juice soaked little cunt was dripping wet, hot to the touch, throbbing with need, and prepared to take a dick…

"From now on, this is your exclusive pussy, Master," Angela slowly and breathily panted out, her ability to communicate impaired by the adrenaline and endorphins coursing throughout her veins. What wasn't impaired was her decision making ability, as it appeared she knew exactly what she wanted… Without another word, Angela dropped to her knees at Gohan's feet, sidled forward between his thighs, and then curled her little hands around the base of his newly erect cock.

But then, when Angela couldn't completely encircle his wrist thick shaft with either of her hands, she giggled in a slightly manic fashion, because she was completely overwhelmed and didn't even know where to start…

And Gohan used this time to look over Angela's right shoulder towards the pinhole camera that he knew was located in the upper corner of his bedroom, using this recording device to lock eyes with the blue-haired voyeur in the Security Office. Then, when he felt Bulma grow increasingly nervous, excited and horny over his return attention, he subtly swiveled his eyes back and forth between the camera and Angela's head, and then strengthened the link within the two women's minds.

Bulma Briefs is a very clever woman… For that reason, when her perception of the Security Office suddenly dulled to about half strength, she began feeling a soft, carpeted floor beneath her knees, and she could see the spectral outline of an enormous meaty dick just inches away from her face, she knew EXACTLY what Gohan was doing to her. She also knew that she wanted, no, that she NEEDED to make the most of the opportunity he was providing her… With newly shaking hands, Bulma picked up the over-large dildo that was resting down between her thighs, drew it up into the air where her mind was convinced Gohan's cock was floating, and she opened up her pretty little mouth…

Up in Gohan's bedroom and down between his thighs, Angela suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of growing confidence regarding her cocksucking skills, as well as an almost all consuming drive to have Gohan's big, beautiful, innately superior dick hilted down her throat. These feelings made absolutely no sense whatsoever considering the fact that Angela had never deepthroated ANYONE before, let alone a monster-cock like Gohan's, but she embraced this new perception wholeheartedly because it granted her the will to act…

And act she did.

After draping her forearms atop Gohan's thighs in an affectionate fashion, Angela leaned forward towards his dick even as she slapped his shaft down atop her face. As the man's hot and heavy length bounced and bucked atop her upraised cheek, she released a tiny gasp/moan mixture of helpless arousal, and then she whined from deep within her throat as her tongue started dragging up the side of his shaft. Gohan's dick smelled both musky and powerful, but he tasted clean, if not a little bit salty (like ocean water). The sensation of his smooth, hard cockmeat pressing back against her tongue had her pussy tightening up again, as she slippped into a full-blown cockworshipping frenzy the likes of which she'd never felt before in her life.

Angela didn't just want to have sex with this gigantic veiny dick… She also felt herself adoring absolutely everything about it, as well as a desire to spoil it completely rotten… A desire to drain it balls-deep inside of her throat…

She immediately moved to achieve her desires.

After widening her lips into a perfectly round little O (the best that Angela could do with such an adorable little mouth), she popped her lips around the very tip of Gohan's dick, and then slid her tongue around his cock-head in slow-paced, intimate circles. These circles slowly sped up over time, until finally she was licking and laving the very tip of Gohan's dick in a series of rapid figure-eights.

And Gohan approved. Angela was certain of it. Some unknown… instinct… had her staring adoringly up into his eyes, causing the man to respond by gently, tenderly rubbing the side of her face. It was cute. Kami help her, HE was cute, and Angela found her heart hurting as she leaned her face forward towards his lap.

Glurk! Gluck Gluck!

Big!.. Gohan's cock was so damned big!

Barely, just barely, Angela managed to squeeze and squelch her tiny little mouth around the man's massively flared out cockhead, but only by stretching out her lips to the very limits of their elasticity and obscenely chipmunking out her cheeks. A situation that was sure to make what she was intending to do quite a bit more difficult…

At least not without some help.

Without pulling her absurdly stretched out lips off from around Gohan's cockhead, Angela reached out for his hands, pulled them behind her head, and then gave the man an imploring look with her eyes.

And Gohan immediately recognized what Bulma/Angela was requesting of him, causing a wry smile to grow across his face. "Tap my right thigh when you've reached your limit…"

Angela immediately nodded her head, causing tiny squelching shlicks to emanate from within her completely cockstuffed mouth.

With a quick nod in return, Gohan's hands slowly curled around the back of Angela's head exactly like he did to Bulma just seven days earlier. Then he began pulling the redhead's adorable little mouth further and further down his shaft with an impossible to deny level of strength, and Angela's eyes started widening in a mixture of excitement, burgeoning panic... and soul-deep satisfaction.

"Good girl," Gohan breathed out as he scrubbed Angela's hot and suctiony little mouth further and further down his length, her lips and throat expanded around his cock-meat, and her eyes grew moist with unshed tears. Then he finally felt the woman's mouth get lodged firmly around the midpoint of his shaft, saw the woman realize that she was incapable of taking any more, and felt her whine against his shaft when she begrudgingly tapped his thigh…

But then, very suddenly, a switch seemed to flip within the teenager's mind, she immediately dropped down to all fours in between Gohan's thighs, and she started trying to wiggle her mouth even further down his shaft like a boa constrictor eating a big meal. She didn't succeed, at least not at first, and yet she didn't seem the least bit discouraged as she ruthlessly face-fucked herself. Over and over again, the redhead launched her mouth against the second half of Gohan's cock, causing a sequence of gagging and glurking noises to fill the entire room.

Needless to say, a groan of surprise and pleasure was driven from Gohan's lips, as Angela's hot, wet and above all else TIGHT little throat squeezed and insistently swallowed upon the first eight inches of his dick, wringing drippy strings of his precum deep into her esophagus

Bulma Briefs was a cocksucking miracle worker, and she was helping soft and spoiled little Angela make the most of what tools she had available. She was a giver, she was determined, and her force of personality was allowing the redhead she was mind-melding with to surpass all her limits.

Gluck gluck, gag, wheeze, squish, gluck, gluck, gluck gluck!!

Gohan's hands returned to rubbing gently at Angela's cheeks immediately after her hands returned to his lap. He had to. The woman deserved it. Not only was she brutalizing her own throat around increasing amounts of his cock, but one of her hands was milking his unattended shaft and the other one was contact-juggling his balls… Angela, the doe-eyed little cocksucker, was getting better. She was getting better FAST, and the look of unconcealed cumhunger on her pink-flushed face was enough to make Gohan's balls tighten up against his shaft... In return, he abruptly started channeling some of the sensations that HE was feeling directly into Angela and Bulma's minds, sharing the pleasure that they were causing him as they quickly drove him to orgasm.

What Gohan didn't anticipate was the fact that his Saiyan constitution afforded him an absurd amount of sensation tolerance, a level of tolerance that Angela simply didn't share, which is why her super-sensitive little pussy immediately released a wave of femcum all over the carpet, her legs lost the strength to hold her ass up in the air, and she collapsed to the floor in a newly orgasmic mass of limbs. At exactly the same time, a string of nearly incoherent words started slipping from within the teenager's newly slack jawed mouth...

"I… I can't even… feels too good… I… I need you to… for me… fuck… fuck my mouth… Master!"

While Gohan was pretty certain that Angela's newest idea was mostly being fed to her by Bulma, he could also see in her eyes that the redhead was losing it with lust, and she was desperate to get him off. A theory that he confirmed just a few moments later, when he used his ki to pick the woman up off the floor, lay her back on the bed with her head hanging backwards off the edge, and then kneeled on the carpet with his cock laying atop her face. The woman immediately shivered from her head to her toes, draped her trembling hands atop his shaft to pull it down against her mouth, and then moaned long and loud directly into his cockflesh. A moan that only grew louder, as Gohan pulled his hips away from her face, her head tilted back even further to follow his dick, and then his cockhead started pressing against her adorable little mouth.

"Yes, yes do it," Bulma/Angela moaned out as a bolt of precum slapped down against her chin. "Use my mouth, fuck my face! Do it pleaMMMMMM!"

Of course at the exact moment that Angela started yelling out the word 'please', Gohan began stretching her hot, tight, and welcoming little mouth around the head of his dick. At the same time, he leaned in over the redhead's willowy thin body to reach down below her back, unclasp the hooks of her bright green bra, and then throw the lacy material aside. By the time Gohan managed to stuff almost half of his oversized cock down Angela's possessively sucking throat, one of his hands was deftly pinching and tweaking both of her rapidly bouncing nipples, and the other hand was insistently rubbing at her excessively steamy little cunt.

And the combination of having Gohan's large calloused hands roaming her nipples, pussy-lips and clit, plus the pleasure that the man was somehow reflecting directly into her body, had Angela moaning whorishly all over the dick in her throat and spastically kicking her feet up in the air. A moan that grew even more manic and uncontrolled just a few seconds later, when Gohan suddenly picked up the pace, thrusting his cock down into her airway faster and faster.

And Angela felt every single millisecond of the pleasure that Gohan was extracting from her body… causing her eyelids to flutter over lust-clouded eyes as she came her fucking brains out. A state of mind and body that made it even more impressive, when her lips, tongue and throat continued to squeeze, lick, suck and swallow on every last inch of the cock in her mouth, and her hands slid up the back of Gohan's thighs so that she could grope his muscular ass.

Gohan was losing it. He was just moments away from cumming, and he wasn't holding back in the slightest. He watched Angela's sexy elfin body wiggle and squirm atop the bed as he fucked her little face. He watched her full, perky breasts jiggle and bounce atop her ribcage at the end of his every thrust. He watched a dramatic dick bulge expand within her long and slender neck whenever he pumped his cock down her hot, wet, tightly-squeezing throat. He watched how withdrawing his wrist thick cockmeat from her adorable little mouth pulled her lips outwards like a skin-tight sucking sleeve. He felt her pussy release yet another wave of warm, slippery femcum all over his fingers as he insistently rubbed her clit. Then, finally, Gohan felt a fussy little hand start cupping and massaging his massive, cum-swollen balls, one after the other, and he exhaled a long, low groan of both warning and surrender.

Of course Bulma/Angela's only response was to tighten her grip around Gohan's ass and swallow upon his dick as hard and fast as she possibly could, milking his shaft with a completely undeniable pulling pressure.

With a grunt followed by a groan of utmost satisfaction, Gohan came… He came hard, pumping a powerful surge of cum directly into Angela's esophagus, and his pleasure slammed back into both Angela and Bulma's minds just a single instant later… All of the sudden, all three of them were cumming, which was leaving Angela in a dangerous state because she wasn't paying any attention at all to the fact that she was being asphyxiated. Instead, she was squirming with her feet flailing up in the air and her thighs rubbing together as a hot flow of pussy-juices erupted from her violently trembling cunt..

In the end, it was Gohan who spared Angela from passing the fuck out, when he abruptly withdrew his cock from within the woman's tightly sucking throat, popped his cockhead free from her fiercely resisting lips, and then started launching the rest of his cumloads all over her face, neck, tits and belly.

Needless to say, Angela wasn't in the right state of mind to react at all to the ropes of hot, sticky cum that were raining down all over her body, but she still found herself rubbing her hands up the length of her belly to cup and squeeze her tits and then drag her palms up the sides of her neck to her face. Some slutty instinct residing deep within her mind (Bulma) had Angela rubbing Gohan's cum into her skin as if it was a lotion of legendary quality before sucking all of her semen-covered fingers clean with a moan of whorish satisfaction. Then she started releasing a happy gurgling/mewling noise instead, when the sexiness of her actions caused Gohan to launch one last double-sized cumshot directly between her lips, filling her little mouth to the brim until cum began leaking down both sides of her face.

Gohan's climax was long, it was lingering, it was powerful, and since he was sharing it with the two women that helped him reach it, they were eager to help him stretch it out. This eagerness had Gohan popping his cockhead in and out of Angela's extremely creamy mouth over and over again, allowing the woman to sharply suck upon his glans whenever he pulled away. An action that he continued to perform for several moments after his climax finally came to an end, allowing Angela to suckle and lick the cum that was coating his shaft.

Angela's mouth was hot and tight, her tongue was eager and dextrous, and her hands were kneading both of Gohan's balls as she fastidiously polished his cockhead and shaft.

Gohan's cock was being worked over… Angela/Bulma was a pro.

Needless to say, Gohan's cock remained hard enough to use as a baseball bat, which wasn't something that went unnoticed…

"You're still... so hard for me," Angela haltingly slurred out as she slowly reemerged from the orgasm that Gohan had just shared with her.

After nodding in agreement to Angela's words, rising up onto the bed, and lifting the lust-drunk redhead up into his lap, Gohan spared a moment to look aside at the camera hidden in the corner of the room. There wasn't a simple and straightforward one liner that he could say to convey how he currently felt to the two women that were spying on him through the little recording device. Bulma was his long-time friend, while Android 18 was his blackmailer. The two women had essentially nothing in common.

Still…

Gohan stared at the camera for a long and lingering moment in time, before returning his attention back to the teenager grinding her pussy up and down the bridge of his dick. In a series of very efficient movements, Gohan dropped Angela on her back with her head on his pillows, lifted her legs up and wide apart, leaned in over her body, and then pressed the head of his cock against her teeny tiny little pussy-lips.

"Oh Kami, please, please don't tease me," Angela gasped out, when Gohan's cock just barely spread apart the rhythmically clenching lips of her pussy, and his hands held her ankles wide at his sides.

While a small amused shake of his head was the only visible response that Gohan actually gave to Angela's words, he also started channeling a gentle stream of ki energy directly into Angela's body... Of course, a lot of the ki that he was currently releasing would go to waste due to the fact that Angela wasn't a ki cultivating martial artist, a spiritually enlightened monk, or even a lukewarm dabbler such as Bulma, but the woman's body still managed to retain just enough of his spiritual power to help her handle what he was about to do to her…

"Do it! Fill me! Make me your whoOOOMYGAAAAWD!" Angela's yelled out words suddenly devolved into a scream of maxed out excitement and pleasure, as Gohan's cock started sinking down into her pussy, and she abruptly realized she wasn't feeling anywhere near the discomfort that she would normally expect to feel.

In a single slow-paced but relentless thrust of his hips, Gohan spread apart the steamy-hot folds of Angela's soaking wet and slippery little pussy, until the first two-thirds of his dick was being sucked on by frantically clenching pussymeat, pulling him even deeper as if it had a mind of its own.

"Big! So fucking big, it's rubbing against EVERYTHING, all at once, all the time," Angela loudly squealed, as she watched a visible dick-shaped bulge expand up the inside of her nonexistent little tummy and then connect with something hot and sensitive deep behind her belly-button.

A feral smile graced Gohan's lips as he finished thrusting the last several inches of his cock inside of Angela's incredibly pleasurable cunt, felt his cockhead press and squeeze within the woman's poor defenseless cervix, felt his balls loudly slap against her dramatically flared out asscheeks, and sensed Bulma Briefs freaking the fuck out as she felt every single second of it.

Down in the Security Office, Bulma was releasing an unbroken string of long, loose, warbling moans from within her completely slack-jawed mouth because she was finally, FINALLY getting a taste of the big, fat, veiny, half-saiyan dick of her dreams. A feeling that she made the most of by slamming her over-large dildo in and out of her deliriously happy pussy as fast as her well-toned arms would allow…

And since Bulma's mind was currently linked up with Angela's, the outcome of her actions was inevitable...

Angela could feel the sensation caused by every single rounded rib encircling the large rubber dildo being pumped in and out of Bulma's hyper-aroused and sensitive little cunt, causing her eyes to contract down to needle points in her surprise and sudden overstimulation.

Of course that was also the moment that Gohan chose to start withdrawing his cock back out from within the red-hot squeezing depths of Angela's completely overwhelmed pussy, and the barely-legal teenager's nervous-system went totally fucking berserk.

The entire time Gohan pulled his cock back out of Angela's ultra-tight, slick and silky pussy, he was forced to press the woman down into the bed with his hands cupping both of her tits because the redhead was wiggling, squirming, bucking and kicking in the throes of an orgasm for the ages, and he needed to keep her on his dick. He needn't have worried… As soon as Angela's ankles were freed from within his grip, she wrapped her calves tightly around his lower back, and she humped her violently trembling pussy back up the entire length of his cock all by herself. Then she did it again, and again, and some more, a little faster with every single repetition, because the woman was beyond reason with pleasure at the moment, and she was prepared to fuck herself silly.

As it turns out, despite her apparent innocence and lack of experience, Angela was a very, VERY sexual young woman, and that was before she had her mind connected directly to Bulma Briefs'… Now that the ingenious bluenette's extreme arousal and affection was bolstering her own, Angela was evolving into a size-queen slut of epic proportions, and she was getting herself fucked with a reckless variety of enthusiasm.

"Gods! Oh my Gods! Kami! Master! Your godlike dick is fucking wrecking me! Yours! I'm all yours! Fucking ruin me! Own me inside and out!.." Angela's words were barely recognizable, couched as they were within a completely unbroken string of high pitched, syruppy chirps and messy mewling moans, but since her mind was currently connected directly to Gohan's, he ended up getting her point.

Angela wanted Gohan to make a mess of her cockstuffed little pussy, and he had every intention of giving her exactly what she wanted.

In an instantaneous burst of movement, Gohan stopped allowing Angela to dictate the pace that the two of them were fucking by grabbing up her waist and holding her still… Then he started squelching her skin-tight little pussy up and down the length of his shaft as if she was nothing but a sex-toy that he was using for his own satisfaction.

Over and over again, Gohan pulled and pushed Angela's clenching and clinging cunt up and down the length of his long, thick and veiny dick, forcing the completely hysterical woman's body to bounce and squirm atop the bed, as her legs kicked up into the air behind his back, and her hands frantically groped at his arms, chest and stomach muscles. Then, when he picked up the pace just a bit, the redhead slut moaned as her eyes trailed up into her head. A reaction that caused him to speed up even more, at which point Angela's thigh muscles started spasming in her newest, most powerful orgasm yet. An orgasm that washed over Gohan's body, leaving him shivering with tightly-controlled pleasure.

If Gohan wasn't a demi-Saiyan with an inhuman amount of willpower, he would've bust inside of Angela's possessive little pussy right there and then, but he was, and he did, and he had every intention of making the most of it. He was going to fuck Angela to within an inch of her life. He was going to give Bulma exactly what she needed from him.

It was time.

Leaning forward over Angela's body, Gohan splayed out a hand down atop her cockstuffed little tummy, pressing down in order to squeeze her pussymeat even tighter around his cock. At exactly the same time, his other hand cupped and massaged her right tit, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Even then, his hip thrusting continued to speed up with every crack of his balls against her slightly upraised ass.

And Angela's eyes grew as wide as saucers, her body flushed red, her core muscles tensed, an explosion of air was released from within her mouth, a torrent of pussy juices flowed over Gohan's cock, and she whined deep in her throat as he captured her lips. Then she started freaking out even more, because a presence couched deep inside of her mind was ecstatically happy to have those lips devouring her own, her hands were intimately curling around the back of his head, and she was keening like a small defenseless animal directly into his mouth.

As Angela's body shook and shuddered in out of control paroxysms. Gohan broke the kiss and turned her around on his cock so that she was on all fours again, and then started fucking her from behind before she even returned to the here and now. Then he grunted when Angela scream/moaned down into the bedsheets, her pussy muscles went buck fucking wild around his dick, and her ass started humping back against his thighs with an out of control, wild intensity. An intensity that Gohan responded to by wrapping his hands around Angela's tiny little waist again, and then piston-fucking her like a machine from behind.

For the next forty-five plus minutes, Gohan fucked Angela to orgasm after body rocking orgasm, first in doggy-style from behind, then with one of her legs resting atop his shoulders as she lay on her side, and then with her straddling his lap reverse cowgirl so that she could frantically hump her surprisingly thick and bouncy ass back against his waist. An out of control, high intensity fuck session that had Angela's eyes growing increasingly vacant, her body moving with less coordination, and her breathing growing increasingly ragged.

Gohan didn't stop. He didn't even pause or slow down. He fucked Angela senseless again and again until lines of mascara were trailing down her obscenely ahegao'd face, because Bulma was spilling pussy juices all over the leather desk chair that she was reclining in with a manically happy expression on her face, and he was finally, FINALLY getting what he needed so badly.

The next time Angela's mind returned from the whitewashed wasteland that her most recent orgasm had sent her to, she found herself straddling Gohan's lap again, except she was facing him this time, and the man's arms were curled around her back in an intimate fashion. Of course, Gohan was lifting and dropping her pussy up and down the length of his cockmeat as if her body weighed nothing at all, but this time he was also cupping her face, so that he could kiss her softly on the lips like a real lover would… A sudden change in dynamic that Angela's body instantly surrendered to, allowing Gohan's cockhead to squeeze even deeper within the hottest, tightest, most possessive, most fertile depths of her newly submissive little cunt.

The newfound closeness and physical affection also seemed to trigger something couched deep inside of Angela's mind, as she immediately felt herself loving Gohan to teeny tiny little pieces as she luxuriated in his Godlike body, and the blissful way that he used it. The man was hot and hard and so impossibly beautiful, and the way that her nipples felt as they dragged up and down his muscular chest had her pussy instinctually squeezing around every last wrist-thick inch of dickmeat coring out her body. With a submissive, mewling moan, Angela allowed herself to become Gohan's obedient little fuckdoll, wanting to spoil him with every fiber of her ultra-slutty being.

But there was a problem with Angela's new ambition…

Within just five minutes spent fucking Gohan in this much more romantic and sensual position, Angela's legs were tightening up around his back like iron bands as her body was driven into yet another mind-breaking orgasm, and a wave of her femcum was splashing all over his cock, balls and inner thighs.

"I can't, I just can't. I'm cumming to death," Angela finally bleated out directly into Gohan's neck, as she started seeing stars in the intensity of her orgasm, and she knew she was just moments away from passing out. Then a split second impulse that seemed to come completely out of nowhere had Angela screaming something directly into Gohan's ear even as her cock-riding tripled in intensity. "Please. Please cum inside me, Master! Fill me up! Creampie my needy little cunt with your biggest, hottest load!"

After just a split second spent scanning his two lovers' minds, Gohan found out that it was actually Bulma that was driving Angela into her current cum-hungry heat, as the bluenette didn't think she'd ever get another opportunity to feel Gohan's cumload filling her pussy… On the other hand, as it turns out, Angela was wholeheartedly embracing Bulma's desires for reasons that surprised him. The extremely reckless teenaged redhead saw the man that was currently fucking her stupid as a godlike superior existence, and since she couldn't imagine finding a better man ANYWHERE under ANY circumstances, she was both ready and willing to have an… "accident" happen...

In the end, Bulma and Angela's intentions became perfectly aligned, which resulted in Angela rapidly rooting her tightly clenching pussy-lips down around the very base of Gohan's massive, cunt-wrenching dick, so that she could massage his bulbous cockhead within the skin-tight entrance of her incredibly fertile womb. It also drove the redhead to wrap both her arms and her legs around Gohan's back tighter and tighter, lick, suck and kiss at his neck, nibble at his earlobe, and whimper a string of infinitely slutty words directly into his ear. "Cum inside me, Master. I'm your slave, your whore, your slut, your needy little cumdump. I'll take it deep inside. Every single drop of your cum. I want it all. I want it so bad!"

With his mind connected to the two unhinged breeding bitches that were begging for his cum, Gohan found himself slamming his cock balls-deep within Angela's heavenly little pussy over and over again with zero intention of pulling out. Of course he had no intention whatsoever of actually impregnating Angela, not less than two hours after she tried to blackmail him, but there was no reason to share that particular information with the two cumsluts that he was fucking, so he didn't... Instead, Gohan groaned low in his throat as his hands curled tightly around Angela's sexy, flared-out ass, started grinding her pussy around the bottom two inches of his dick with his cockhead pounding insistently against her cervix, and he poured on the theatricality as he growled into their ears… "You want me to swell your womb around my biggest fattest load? You want to walk around with a baby-belly and your tits swollen with milk? Fine then. Take it. Take my cum deep into this slutty little pussy of yours."

"Yes! Yes please!" Angela/Bulma yelled out as Angela quickly undulated her curvy little body within Gohan's tightly restraining arms, milking his cock with every scrap of seduction that she (and Bulma) had to offer. "I want it! I want to be your bitch! I want it so bad, so fucking bad it hurts! Put out the fire in my womb, Master! Put it out with your seed!"

With a grunt of extreme satisfaction, Gohan suddenly stopped fending off the climax that he'd felt building for quite a while, allowing a violent deluge of thick and sticky cum to careen down the length of his cumvein, explode out against Angela's cervix and then flush deeper into her womb. Then he was forced to haul Angela's pussy back down around the base of his cock, as her ass and thighs erratically jerked and bounced all over his lap, she moan/screamed towards the ceiling, and then latched her lips around the meat of his shoulder.

Even as Angela and Bulma experienced the full intensity of Gohan's orgasm, it was the impossibly huge creampie that they could feel swelling the walls of their wombs that had them both babbling nonsense from within their wide-open, perfectly ahegao'd mouths. They were neck deep in an out of control mating frenzy that had Angela actively trying to crush her womb around the head of Gohan's cock, scratching all of her nails down the seemingly impervious skin of his back, and whimper/moaning down into the crook of his neck.

As a result of her runaway excitement, Angela's pussy was currently the tightest, hottest, wettest, most active piece of dick-milking fuck-muscle on the surface of the planet, causing Gohan to cum all the harder, as his cocktip was forced ever deeper within the woman's ineffectual little cervix... Heaven... Angela's cum-starved little pussy squeezed and squelched around every last inch of his cock, her perky sweat-shined tits bounced beautifully against his chest, her soft and sexy thighs rubbed just right around his waist, and her slim smooth calves scissored sensuously around his back…

It was perfect.

Suffice it to say, Gohan was nowhere near finished cumming… In fact, he was only getting started…

Sure enough, a little over twenty seconds later, Angela's eyes widened to the size of saucers, she abruptly leaned back to look down at her tiny little tummy, and then she squealed long and loud in a fit of maxed out arousal. A rippling bulging bump was developing just beneath her navel where her womb was currently being cumflated by an inhumanly massive outpouring of roiling, boiling semen. A single moment later, the pressure growing inside of her extraordinarily inseminated womb finally built to a level that could no longer be contained, at which point a torrent of ultra-viscous, frothy seed exploded out past the plug that was Gohan's thick and meaty dick, and Angela's stomach decreased back to normal (albeit with a cock-bulge still presenting from her pussy to her navel).

"Hohhh fuck, hooooolllly fucking, fuck… Pregnant, I'm gonna get pregnant," Angela whimpered as she felt more and more of Gohan's boiling hot cum flush into her deepest depths and then audibly squelch out past her messy, O'd out cunt-lips. "You've definitely made me a… mommy," she added in a little drunken slur, as her eyes drifted closed and her body slumped down against Gohan's chest.

The redhead was out for the count. She'd dropped unconscious just as her overstuffed womb accepted the last few ropes of Gohan's absurdly huge cumload.

With a long, languid sigh of contentment, Gohan slowly, gently, lifted Angela up and off of his cock, and then lay her back on the bed with a sheet converting her body. She'd be fine where she was for the moment, but there was another woman who was going to need a little bit more of his attention…

After vaporizing all of the cum and sweat off his body with an outpouring of his ki, and then throwing on his school uniform, Gohan performed the instantaneous transportation technique… A split second later, he was standing in the middle of Bulma's Security Office, in front of a very naked, sweaty and disheveled looking Bulma Briefs.

Bulma looked up at Gohan through fuck-drunk, half-hooded eyes…

Gohan nodded his agreement because their minds were still connected, so he knew exactly how the woman felt. "Yeah… I know… That was really freaking hot."

"I'm… I'm sorry for… for begging you to cum inside," Bulma finally offered in a voice made hoarse by long, loud and persistent moaning.

"I disassembled the various proteins in all of my semen just as it was exiting my body using my ki," Gohan offered with a shrug. "Angela will likely sulk when she finds out that she won't be getting pregnant, but I don't plan on providing anyone with my children so easily…" Along with his words, Gohan looked up into the corner of the room, where yet another camera was likely keeping Android 18 informed about his movements… It was an issue that Gohan and Bulma would need to address sooner rather than later, but at the moment they had something much more immediate to take care of…

"You're so clever, so sexy… so so perfect," Bulma offered up with a loopy little smile curling the corners of her sexy little mouth. Then her eyes were drifting shut and her body was sinking languidly into the plush leather of her chair.

After taking his time picking up Bulma's discarded clothing (and gently withdrawing the dildo from her pretty little pussy) Gohan placed a hand atop the bluenette's shoulder, teleported the two of them up into her private suite of rooms, and then lay her out atop her sitting room couch. If at all possible, Gohan wanted to get back to school for his afternoon classes, but he had zero intention of leaving a fucked senseless Bulma Briefs laying semi-conscious in her Security Office. Even if Bulma wasn't one of his closest human friends, too many of her tech staff visited that room on a daily basis for that outcome to be anything but a mistake.

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Twenty Minutes Later…

After teleporting himself and a newly cleaned up Angela back to school for the beginning of their afternoon classes, Gohan and Angela walked down the school's central hallway towards their class's assigned auditorium.

Angela was on her best behavior at the moment, which meant that she was acting casual, she was speaking to him quietly, and she was keeping her hands to herself. Angela was acting as if the two of them were friends, as in, JUST normal, casual, friends.

NOT ONE of the female students that saw them moving by were fooled for even a second…

All one had to notice was Angela's oddly bow-legged and weak kneed gait, her red-flushed but extremely relaxed facial features, the fact that her perennially perfect hair was far messier than usual, and the fact that she was visibly struggling not to hang off of Gohan's body, and the reality of the situation was incredibly obvious.

None of the women that populate Gold Star Highschool failed to recognize what Gohan and Angela spent the entire morning doing to each other.

And as a result…

A storm was brewing.

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