Gohan's Highschool Harem [Dragonball Z]

Summary:

When a much more assertive Gohan registers to attend senior year at Orangestar Highschool, he decides to live at Bulma Briefs' house instead of having to commute for 3 hours, 2 times a day.

This turns out to be a very, very wise decision...

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6 Am, Chi Chi's house, The Wilds…

Chi Chi's Perspective...

"Gohan! It's time to get up! It's your first day of high-school today," Chi Chi yelled out as she walked quickly up the stairs towards her eldest son's bedroom.

Truth be told, Chi Chi was actually pretty surprised that she was having to wake up her enormously diligent and hardworking son. Under normal circumstances, the boy rose from bed several hours before dawn every single morning so that he could sneak out and train his martial arts... The boy thought that she didn't know, because he didn't know that she possessed the required Ki perception.

Well she did….

Kami… Even if Chi Chi was only one tenth as perceptive to Ki energies as she actually was, she'd still be able to sense the titanic amounts of power that her son unleashed out there in the middle of the ocean. Every single Z fighter on earth could sense Gohan out there every single morning learning to focus enough power to core the entire planet like an apple down to the size of a penknife.

Gohan's training wasn't quiet in a spiritual sense, or rather, it wasn't the least bit subtle in any sense… No… His training was dramatic and most of Earth's best martial artists were well aware that it was happening.

Of course, all of Goku's lifelong friends just assumed that Gohan had her blessing to train...

Long story short, Chi Chi knew that Gohan was rebelling against her no training rule, and she knew that he'd been doing so since basically day one... She knew all about it, but she also knew that demanding perfect obedience from her enormously powerful and independent son was doomed for failure right from the beginning.

Over and above the fact that the Ox-King of Fire Mountain was Gohan's grandfather, the teenager was also an exceptionally rare form of life known as a Saiyan/Human hybrid. The boy was an honest to Kami alien Demi-god, with a set of warlike genetics that originated in another solar system on the far side of the Galaxy… With that much in mind, Chi Chi was just happy that her son spent his days training, studying, and inventing with Bulma, rather than traveling the galaxy looking for trouble…

Oh sure, there were definitely days that Chi Chi missed being able to cow her eldest son with nothing but an upraised voice and a wave of her frying pan, but she also had to admit that she appreciated the level-headed, assertive and purposeful young man that Gohan had become. Unlike his pure martial artist father, Gohan was highly gifted in a wide variety of different subjects and fields. Even more importantly, the boy had common sense. Case and point, after Gohan recognized that her single greatest ambition for him was merely that he get himself a social insurance number, a driver's license, and a job, just like any other garden variety human, he went into the city one day and he did exactly that…

What's more, at only 18-years of age, Gohan already had an enormously lucrative career as a tech developer at Capsule Corp…

Keeping all of these things in mind, it actually made an unfortunate amount of sense when Chi Chi walked into her son's bedroom only to find that the boy had gotten the slip on her. Reaching out, she picked up the letter sitting in his bed, and then allowed a conflicted little smile to grow across her face....

Dear Mom

I'm moving into Satan city for school.

Commuting 5 hours to and then from school using a jet flyer every single day makes no sense whatsoever, and that's what I'd have to do in order to look like a normal human. For that reason, Bulma has invited me to use one of her guest suites for the next six months.

Before you say it, no, I'm not taking advantage of Bulma's kindness. We're close friends and she's well aware that I can easily afford a house with my own money.

I suspect Bulma mostly wants me to keep her company in the lab and help her entice Vegeta to stay on Earth for more than a day or two every other month. The Saiyan-rated training gear that I keep developing does help keep him in this galaxy, but no amount of tech can replace having a real life sparring partner.

I'll be visiting the house every other Sunday for the duration of my stay at Capsule Corp, which means I'll be seeing you again in less than two weeks.

Love you

Gohan

6 Am, Several hundred miles to the South-East, Twenty Minutes South of Satan City, Capsule Corp Residential District, Bulma Briefs' Estate…

After donning a tiny little nightgown over her usual sleeping outfit (nothing at all), Bulma Briefs walked out onto the second level balcony of her quite frankly massive house to drink her morning coffee, take in the sunrise, and await her new houseguest. Well.. She probably wouldn't wait for very long. The teenager that she was aiming to greet was the very definition of reliable, which could only mean that he was already…

"I'm here," a quiet but masculine voice suddenly offered, as a man slowly floated down from the sky and settled onto the faux wooden finish of the extremely well-constructed deck.

"Welcome home," Bulma offered just as quietly, with no signs of sarcasm in her tone or her bearing. Gohan was family and this was his home for however long he desired to stay. A moment later, when the young man started giving her that full faced smile that always reminded her of Goku, Bulma found herself moving closer to give the teenager a hug. "Welcome home Gohan," she repeated, with quite a bit more meaning and expectation laced into the tone of her voice.

"I'm home," Gohan finally murmured in return, his arms tightening to juuust the right tension around her body, and his cheek resting flat atop her head. The man's grip was both strong and possessive, but not painfully so… It was perfect… As a Saiyan hybrid raised on Earth, Son Gohan knew instinctively just how much strength the human body could and could not handle. He was capable of being gentle with her even as he hugged her body tightly to his chest, and Bulma wasn't going to deny that she enjoyed every single second of it.

About half a minute later, the two of them broke away from their very long and warm hug without a word, and then turned to re-enter the house. As they moved, Bulma handed Gohan a key card that would open any door in her home, and a keychain full of encapsulated vehicles for him to get around in. She was pleased when Gohan didn't worry about somehow taking advantage of her. She appreciated the fact that the boy knew his worth both in her eyes and in the eyes of her company.

"Before we move on to the rest of the house, I want you to take a look in your closet," Bulma announced as the two of them entered the younger man's bedroom suite and took in his very comfortable looking living arrangement. "I've bought you a new wardrobe filled with the latest trends for young people in Satan city. I'll expect you to actually wear these clothes because I'm aware of the real reason that you're attending something as mundane as a… highschool... You're looking to meet girls your age, correct?"

"Uhhh well, people my age actually, but yes," Gohan admitted sheepishly. "I only know three or four people that are 18-years-old like me, and I haven't seen any of them since I was nine."

"Nodding her head, Bulma turned towards a closet and then opened it wide to reveal a wide assortment of very tight and or revealing clothing.

"Chi Chi would call me a slut if I wore any of these revealing outfits," Gohan whispered into the silence filling his bedroom.

"Chi Chi wore bikini armor until she was seventeen years old," Bulma immediately countered.

"No one, including my father, has ever been brave enough to mention the bikini armor," Gohan whispered dramatically while adopting a traumatized look on his face. Then the smile that he was desperately trying to contain slowly started leaking through his deadpan expression and Bulma was shoving him playfully with her shoulder.

"Go on. Try something on," the young mother demanded in a voice filled with mock authority. "Try something blue… I think you'll look good in blue."

"Jeans then," Gohan murmured to himself as he moved across the room, took up a pair of denim pants and then cast a glance back in Bulma's direction.

At first, Bulma only smiled in amusement at Gohan's sudden attack of modesty. Not only were they very close friends and had been for the better part of a decade, they'd also travelled clear across the galaxy together in extremely close quarters eight years earlier, during which time, they'd seen each other's naked bodies on a semi-regular basis. Then, belatedly, she realized that her young friend was just trying to be polite, and she nodded her head in understanding.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, but I'll turn around until you change your pants," Bulma allowed with a smirk. Then she was looking aside as a hurried rustling of clothing bounced up and down across the room, and was turning back to find… Oh… Oh my…

In a single cataclysmic moment that felt endless because of its impact upon her mind and her body, Bulma suddenly realized that she'd just made a critical error in judgment.

Son Gohan was a tall, immaculately sculpted, bronze toned, half naked, sex fantasy, with a completely flaccid cock that still managed to strain his skin tight jeans nearly to the breaking point…

In the seconds that followed this brand new awareness, Bulma was forced to subvocalize an instinctive moan of sudden arousal as she tried to pry her eyes away from the young man's long, lean and enormously muscular body. She could hardly believe the effect that her young friend Gohan was having on her body, especially considering how her husband, Vegeta, was a full blooded Saiyan and muscular to the point of absurdity.

Unfortunately for Bulma, the appeal of Gohan's body was in the quality of his muscles rather than their quantity, how he was well over a foot taller than her husband, and the fact that the young man's completely flaccid cock still managed to be the longest and thickest that she'd ever seen on a human…

Suffice it to say... Bulma hadn't seen this coming. In her mind she'd been picturing 11-year-old Gohan, and more of the same gawky cuteness that always compelled her to hug the boy like a teddy bear...

Of course now that Gohan was out of his baggy and unflattering clothes, it was more than obvious that his immature preteen body was a thing of the past… Gohan was a man now…

And he was beautiful…

Very suddenly and very thoroughly, Bulma found herself growing hot for her long-time friend, and what's more, it was with a powerful and nearly undeniable intensity… Even as she struggled to come to terms with her body's overly-dramatic reaction, her senzu bean restored, virgin-tight little pussy, was heating up and becoming completely soaked for the man.

And that was the moment when Bulma remembered a trait that was prevalent in the Son family men, and she began feeling an impending sense of doom...

Just like his father did all those years ago, Gohan was about to smell her growing arousal wafting through the air.

Sure enough, Just as that thought entered Bulma's mind, Gohan's nostrils suddenly flared, his eyes widened, and his Adam's apple bobbed meaningfully within the hard, smooth planes of his neck. The man was swallowing reflexively... It was a shock reaction… Then again, it could also be an arousal reaction…

Bulma forced herself not to look down at Gohan's waist to see just what nature of reaction the young man was currently having.

"You know Gohan," Bulma finally breathed out in a hesitant little voice. "When Goku and I were just kids, he could always smell the things happening around us to an absolutely absurd degree… It tended to be a problem for me, because he also didn't have any… tact…"

After a single very quiet moment went by where the 18-year-old Saiyan didn't do or say anything at all, Gohan slowly reached into the closet to pick out a tight black t-shirt, and then he silently drew it up over his head... Only after covering his shoulder, chest and abdominal muscles in a thin layer of black cotton, did his eyes track back to hers with a nearly paralyzing intensity. "The very last thing that I'd ever want to do is cause you problems Bulma…"

Oh Kami… Gohan was such a sweetheart…

At exactly the same time, he was also the most dangerous man on the face of the planet…

Kami...

For the next fifteen minutes, Bulma struggled to deny just how badly she wanted her longtime friend/coworker's cock hilted balls-deep inside of her pussy, as she escorted him down to the kitchen facilities, and explained how to use the various meal prep robots. Then the two of them were making their way over to her lab so that Bulma could hand over a piece of tech that they'd been working on.

Satan City was in the midst of a crime spree, and Gohan simply wasn't capable of ignoring such things. Just in the twelve hours that he was in the city a week earlier registering for school and testing into his different classes, he ended up intervening at three separate crimes, easily subduing the hapless criminals that were unlucky enough to catch his attention.

Gohan's heroism wasn't really a problem. Not really. Not in the grand scheme of things. His actions were merely in direct opposition to his current desire to avoid any and all public attention… Up until now, the man had avoided being identified simply by turning into a Super Saiyan before intervening, which slightly increased both his height and his musculature, changed his eyes into a bright teal blue color and made his hair glow a brilliant gold.

Now that Gohan would be living in the city, he wanted to be able to don a disguise that he could activate at the push of a button.

Gohan also wanted his disguise to be simple… sleek... minimalistic… nondescript…

Boring...

If left to her own devices, Bulma would've created a colourful superhero costume, complete with bright red cape and an ultra-vibrant color scheme. Instead, what Gohan had in mind looked more like a high-tech catsuit (skin-tight onesie) like the kind that a sneak-thief from a movie might wear.

The design of Gohan's new suit was predominantly navy blue in color, with black accents on his hands, feet and ribs, pure white slits for eyes, an opening for his mouth and jaw, and yet another opening around his hairline to free his wild black hair. Instead of a helmet, the suit contained a simple but reliable holographic projector that injected blue tones into his jet black hair until it was a shade of blue that was even darker than his suit. The hologram was a smart idea because it eliminated the risk that Gohan would be forced to go super Saiyan and have whatever helmet he was wearing get destroyed in the process. On the other hand, holograms aren't able to function perfectly when superimposed around moving objects, so small motes of light would likely flow among the various strands of his hair when he moved. While these flickering lights would most likely reveal the presence of the hologram, it would still fulfill its primary purpose. It would conceal Gohan's real hair color.

While the suit was undoubtedly ingenious, one other thing was immediately obvious. Gohan's dark blue and black "hero" suit was just a little too foreboding to ever be considered family friendly.

Instead, as Bulma watched the man slip on the sleek black watch that acted as the suit's

interdimensional storage space, and then press the pad of his index finger down against the biometric sensor hidden within the watch-face, she suddenly realized exactly what type of person his hero suit was geared towards impressing.

Her...

For the second time in less than half an hour, Bulma felt like she'd taken a bolt of electricity directly to the womb, as Gohan activated the suit, allowed its durable carbon nanotube material to crawl all over his body, and then stood there in front of her wearing skin-tight armor that revealed every single delicious angle of his unbelievably sexy body. The man looked like an A-list movie star with millions of dollars of CGI perfecting every square inch of his physique specifically to drive women wild. He looked...

Godlike… Gohan looked like a God.

The little moan/gasp mixture that Bulma found herself releasing wasn't anywhere near sub-vocal enough. It wasn't loud by any stretch of the imagination, but the man standing in front of her could hear a pin drop from over a hundred meters away...

No… Gohan heard every single millisecond of the desperately aroused whimper leaking from Bulma's mouth, and his eyes raked all over her body for just a fraction of an instant before he closed his eyes, drew in a very deep breath, and then deactivated the suit. "You approve of the suit then," was all he said in the end, not quite capable of posing his words as a question.

"Yes," Bulma slowly answered in a very quiet and solemn tone of voice. The way that she said that one single word made one thing very, very clear. The effect that Gohan's body was having upon her own was not a good thing. It wasn't something that she, a married woman, was embracing with open arms. It was a weakness, and one that she needed to overcome.

The equally solemn nod that Gohan gave her in return was knowing, which made sense, but it also contained just trace amounts of an emotion that Bulma wasn't prepared to deal with…

Regret…

Oh, Kami help her…

2 Hours Later, Satan City…

Gohan's Perspective...

Even as Gohan flew as fast as a jet fighter over Satan City towards Orangestar Highschool wearing his brand new disguise, he found himself completely preoccupied by what he'd just left behind... Bulma Briefs…

One thing was completely obvious… Living with his extraordinarily curvy and beautiful friend and mentor was going to end up keeping him awake at night.

The woman was sexy… She was so, so unbelievably sexy…

She was also hot for him. He knew it, she knew it, and she knew that he knew it.

It was a tough situation, but Gohan cared about both Bulma and little Trunks so he'd never do anything that might put their family at risk…

Still… The way that Bulma's rock hard nipples had poked up at him from where they capped her full, gravity defying tits, and the scent of her pussy juices dripping down her thick, sexy thighs… Gohan felt his cock stirring even now, two hours later and a couple hundred miles away.

Ugh… Gohan was beginning to think living with Bulma was going to be too hard on his body...

In the end, the steadily growing lust that Gohan was experiencing was so unwelcome and problematic, he was actually a little bit relieved when he suddenly caught sight of a five man group of gangsters robbing the Satan City Bank, and he started flying down towards the problem without a second's hesitation.

Even as the group of bank robbers ran out of the bank and moved towards the large blue truck that they were using as a get-away vehicle, they fired hundreds of bullets into the side of a nearby Police car to keep the newly arriving Police Officers pinned down. Then, a single moment later, when the Squadcar finally caught fire and threatened to explode, the Police Officers using it as cover were forced to run for their lives. In their desperation, the Policemen revealed their backs to the rapidly approaching gunmen. The Officers were fish in a barrel. They were about to be filled full of holes.

But that was the moment when Gohan arrived.

Making use of some of the Ki techniques that he always practiced out in the middle of the ocean, Gohan released a sudden and massive wave of pure unadulterated spiritual pressure, slamming it down against the hood of the gangster's getaway truck even as he dropped to the ground and tossed his backpack down a nearby alleyway.

At the same time that his spiritual pressure completely removed both of the get-away truck's front wheels, Gohan flew in to land a kick on one of the leading gangster's knees, breaking the bone with a sickening snap. Then he was delivering a tightly controlled chop to the same man's neck to drop him to the street in an unconscious heap.

Within the next two seconds, Gohan repeated this routine with two more gun waving men, breaking their legs at the knee before knocking them unconscious.

"Who is this freak," the get-away driver suddenly called out as he and another gangster leapt out of the newly destroyed truck, and turned their guns towards the dark suited man. Then, when the tall, dark themed fighter's only response was to continue walking in their direction, the two gangsters screamed in anger and began firing bullets at the man.

Or at least they tried to…

With a small, almost nonchalant wave of his hand, the navy blue suited man released two small balls of energy that melted the barrels of the gangster's guns just a split second before they managed to fully depress their triggers. With a Yelp of both pain and fear, the two criminals immediately dropped their newly red-hot machine guns, and then attempted to make a run for it.

They didn't get far…

A sweeping kick that neither of the gangsters ever saw coming suddenly dropped them both to the ground with newly destroyed knees, and then a sharp impact to the back of their heads rendered them both completely unconscious.

With all of the criminals both unconscious and sporting debilitating injuries, Gohan fired a series of small Ki blasts into all of the remaining guns and then walked into the alleyway to retrieve his school issue backpack (which was going to need to be replaced ASAP with something far less identifiable). Next he flew down a series of alleyways, dashed to the other side of the street while moving faster than a mundane human can see with their naked eyes, transformed out of his disguise, and then re-emerged as Son Gohan.

As he stepped out of the alleyway, he was just in time to watch one of the Police Officers handcuff the unconscious bank robbers while the other Officer called for a paddy wagon.

"Huh?! Who took out all these robbers?! It wasn't the Policemen was it?!" A woman with an adorable face and surprisingly dramatic curves on her tight little body suddenly spoke from just three feet to Gohan's right.

"Not a clue. Didn't see a thing," Gohan casually replied with a small, helpless shrug of his shoulders.

"I flew all this way for nothing. Someone's stealing my thunder," the girl barked out, with low levels of frustration leaking into her voice.

"Ah, I see… So this thunder of yours is what really matters," Gohan mused as if to himself, before turning around and beginning to walk away. He never turned back to respond to the young woman's sudden outpouring of denials and righteous indignation. He didn't have the time. He was running late for an orientation that he was supposed to be given at school…

Unfortunately, even as Gohan walked away, his ultra-acute Saiyan hearing caught a middle aged man calling out to a young Miss Videl, and then speaking to the woman from before. After describing what happened, this man explained that the superhero might just be a student at her school. He described seeing the black haired superhero throw an Orangestar High-School backpack into a nearby alleyway when he first arrived on the scene.

Well… Shit…

The backpack…

For all his intelligence, Gohan was feeling pretty damned stupid right about now…

First Period...

At first, when the professor in charge of Gohan's new home-room class introduced him as a boy that received perfect scores in all of his registration exams, he was confused as to why the man would even bother. A chimp with a calculator could've aced all of those exams…

Then, when the entire class went completely bonkers over the news and people started calling him a super-nerd or something, Gohan realized that perfect test scores were actually pretty uncommon.

Long story short, by the time Gohan walked through the door into the auditorium classroom and addressed all of his classmates for the very first time, they all had quite a few ideas about both what he'd look like and how he'd act.

They were wrong.

In rapid order, Gohan saw the boys in his class stop sneering at him as they took in his physique through his form fitting clothing and then realize that messing with him would be extremely unwise. At the same time, several different young women sat up straighter in their seats to study his looks, clothes, posture, and demeanor, and he wasn't dense enough to be clueless about their scrutiny.

Then Gohan was standing next to the Professor and it was time to make his self-introduction. He had no idea what he was expected to say, so he planned on keeping things as simple as possible. "Hello. My name's Gohan, and I just moved closer to the city so that I can attend a highschool for the very first time. I hope to become a good friend to you all."

"Gohan," two women sitting up in the second highest row suddenly screamed out, their voices containing enormous amounts of excitement. The girls in question, one tall with ultra-long purple hair and one medium height brunette with her hair styled up into two cute little buns, were waving their hands over their heads as they bounced up and down in their chairs. Just a few meters to the right of the two overexcited girls, a third woman with short blonde hair also had one of her hands raised, apparently to call him over, but the two girls had beaten her to the punch.

Gohan didn't immediately know what to make of what he was seeing. He didn't recognize either of the enormously attractive young women that were calling out to him or the blonde on their right hand side. What he did know was that he didn't want to hurt these girls' feelings. He silently nodded his head in both understanding and assent and began making his way up the stairs in their direction. Soon enough, he was approaching the back of the class, and he was moving to take a seat between the purple haired girl and the blonde.

"Do you remember us Gohan," the bun haired brunette asked as she leaned forward over her desk and stared at him with an almost eerie intensity in her eyes.

This was officially the moment of truth. Gohan was either going to remember who these girls were, or they were going to end up feeling unimportant in his eyes. Thankfully, Gohan only knew something like half a dozen people outside of his immediate friends and family, and he'd met most of them within a very short period of time nine years earlier…

And that was the moment when Gohan's eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned in a little closer to take a better look at the girls.

"Oh… Oh wow… I can't believe how pretty you girls have become," Gohan finally breathed out, as he dropped a fist into his palm in sudden realization. "It's been a long time, Ena, Chico…"

"You do remember us then," Ena enthused with a million megawatt smile growing clear across her whole entire face.

"Of course I do," Gohan immediately replied with a smile of his own. "Both of you girls made a real impression on me."

Gohan wasn't lying. Chico, Ena, Rom and the rest of the orphans that he met nine years earlier all made him feel very welcome within their ramshackle little home. Their kindness during a time when Gohan had nothing to offer in return wasn't something that he'd ever forgotten, and for that reason, he'd sent the orphanage that was housing them several very large donations over the years.

How did Gohan get his hands on large sums of money back when he was only a preteen? Simple… He flew to one of Earth's oldest and largest active volcanoes, created a hole deep into the earth with a very focused Ki blast, and then scanned the hole's walls with some of Bulma's tech in order to find rare elements and diamonds. Volcanoes are the common sense locations to look for ultra-rare and special minerals because powerful eruptions force them all up from deep within the Earth's mantle. It goes without saying that Gohan had to be very careful to avoid getting submerged in lava flows and such, but his Saiyan heritage gave him an absurd amount of tolerance for extremes of both heat and cold temperatures.

Gohan could fly up into the frigid near vacuum of the stratosphere, he could walk on cooling magma. He wasn't entirely human. A little bit of ambient heat was of no real concern…

Long story short, Ena and Chico both ended up growing up in a very well-funded and uniquely motivated orphanage, because Gohan's money donations always came with the demand that his friends (as well as anyone else living under their care) be very well taken care of. He'd also gone out of his way to give the orphanage staff the impression that someone with a ton of authority was closely observing their behaviour…

Judging by how both Ena and Chico were happy, well-adjusted and looking like a million bucks, not one second of Gohan's efforts had ever gone to waste, and he found himself smiling happily back at the two girls even as he placed his notebooks atop his desk. Then he turned to address the blonde woman sitting on his left hand side, only to find her staring at him with a cheerful but intense expression on her face.

"Hi there," the blonde woman chirped out in a friendly and welcoming tone of voice. "My name's Erasa, and the sourpuss behind me is Videl." With that much said, Erasa gestured over her shoulder where the black haired woman from the crime scene was glowering at him with laser-like intensity.

"You know what, Videl's kind of a celebrity, her dad's a really big deal," Erasa explained as she leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. "Would you believe she's Mr. Satan's kid?"

"Ah… I see… That would explain the self-entitlement," Gohan quietly speculated with a hand rising to his chin.

"Entitlement," Videl loudly spluttered before her eyes suddenly furrowed down into slits and she scowled at him even harder. "You're him! You're that rude guy from back at the crime scene!"

"Crime scene, wait… Did either of you two see the Golden Warrior," Erasa interrupted, her enthusiasm cutting right through Videl's rising anger like a knife.

"The golden who now," Gohan asked in return, flexing his acting muscles to their limits. "Is that someone I should've heard of?"

"Ah, that's right you're the new kid in town so you wouldn't know anything about it," Erasa enthused with an infectious smile on her face. "The golden warrior is some new crime fighter who's shown up like three times now to put a few baddies in their place. He's strong as an ox and they say he has spiky blond hair which is where he gets the nickname."

After nodding his head at Erasa's explanation, Gohan turned towards the front of the classroom, but then his attention was caught by Ena in his peripheral vision. The look the young woman was currently giving him was somehow… knowing…

"Gohan," Videl suddenly called out in an authoritative tone of voice.

In a random moment of stubbornness, Gohan began writing down the words that were written on the white board as if he was completely focused on their current lesson. He didn't want to jump every time this Videl girl barked his name, and he didn't want to make himself look suspicious. Then, when everyone sitting to his sides paused in what they were doing, Gohan realized that Videl really did command that much respect from the people around her, and he momentarily turned to regard her intense bright blue eyes.

"I talked to one of the witnesses back at the bank," Videl detailed in an accusing tone of voice. "According to what he told me, the "hero" that intervened earlier today, the one that the Police are nicknaming Black and Blue because of the color of his costume and the painful state that he left the criminals, was about six foot four inches tall just like you, had long spiky hair concealed under a hologram that made it a dark blue color, and was carrying around a backpack exactly like the one you're using."

"While Gohan actually was impressed with this Videl girl's sleuthing abilities, his mind was mostly focused towards his next plan of action. He needed to shake off the girl's suspicion and then he needed to say something interesting enough to change the subject. "Well yeah, you saw me at the crime scene wearing the street clothes that I'm wearing right now," Gohan responded, his tone incredulous and his attention returning to his notes. "I don't know about you, but I'm not capable of changing my wardrobe in less than ten seconds."

"Why were you present at the crime scene at all then," Videl immediately asked, her tone just as demanding as he'd learned to expect from her.

"I was walking down Main Street, one of the two largest and most heavily trafficked roads in all of Satan City, because it's the fastest way to get to school from Capsule Corp's residential area…" As he spoke, Gohan continued to write in his notebook, as if he were only giving Videl a quarter of his attention. It wasn't that he disliked Videl per se, it was just that she was turning out to be a massive busybody.

What Gohan missed by focusing his attention on his notebook, was the frustration that swiftly grew across Videl's face over being so casually dismissed, and the way that all of the other women in the group bit their lips in subtle approval. Apparently, it was rare that any man even passively defy Videl, and as much as they were all friends with the girl, they couldn't help but be attracted to his cool, calm, confidence.

Then something else that Gohan had just said suddenly registered in all of the girls' minds at exactly the same time, and a gasp was heard from off to Gohan's left.

"You live within Capsule Corp's gated community Gohan?! You work at Capsule Corp," Chico asked with a nearly manic amount of enthusiasm in her voice.

"I've worked at Capsule Corp for two years now, but I just moved into the residential area this morning," Gohan explained with a smile.

"That's amazing," Ena gushed as she lightly slapped Gohan on the back and then ran her hand down his shoulder in an exceptionally friendly manner. "We all know that you're smart because of how the teacher is simping for you, but Capsule Corp only hires people from among the best Universities and tech Institutes in the world! You must be a genius!"

"Videl, you don't actually believe this tech-nerd here is the Black and Blue superhero or the Golden Warrior," a blond man sitting on Videl's right suddenly asked with a self-confident sneer on his face. "Sure, he's got a muscle tone, but he clearly doesn't have the stones to fight and he's definitely not a blond."

As annoying as this Sharpner boy's attitude was, he was actually doing Gohan a favor, so he merely nodded his head and then refocused his attention on the teacher and the whiteboard.

Second Period...

The class following first period Math was Gym, and the class was moving outside to play a game of baseball. Truthfully, Gohan had never played baseball in his life, and that suited him just fine because he wasn't aiming to stand out. With that much in mind, he also had some cool little tools that he'd designed with Saiyan training in mind, as well as an eye for subtlety.

While Sharpner and Videl bickered in low voices over who would be forced to have him on their team, Gohan turned his attention to his watch and some of the functions that he'd designed into it. At the press of a button, he could multiply the gravity being applied specifically to his body by a factor of 20 (it wasn't much, but it was the best that he could do using a portable device). Thankfully, the device could also add enormous amounts of friction to the air surrounding his body to make moving feel like he was wading through concrete, and even more importantly, it could slow down his time relative to everyone else's so that he needed to move ten times faster merely to move at a normal pace.

With all of these tools working in tandem, Gohan figured he might be able to move as slow and weak as all of the regular people standing around at his sides, but he still intended to watch how Videl and Sharpner moved before he'd do anything the least bit physical.

1 hour later…

It was with a hangdog expression on his face that Gohan trudged back into the school building for lunch... Somehow, despite all of the precautions that he'd put into place, he'd still hit an infield home run, and then he'd caught what would've been Sharpner's home run hit by leaping atop the left field's fence line…

Long story short, his classmates were currently comparing him to the legendary baseball player Yamcha…

Maybe Gohan could also alter the density of his gym gear to be ten times heavier than normal… That plus the added gravity would hopefully…

"Hey, good game Gohan," Chico suddenly called out, her words cutting through Gohan's musings as she walked across the school's empty back lobby with Ena at her side.

"You tried your best," Ena added immediately after.

"I uh, yes," Gohan agreed with a smile and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "He didn't have to feign the chagrin that he was currently affecting. It was real, it just wasn't for the reason that the two girls thought.

With a sultry little smile that transformed her pretty features into a sexy form of mischievousness, Ena suddenly bounced up to Gohan's right side and wrapped her arms around his waist. After pressing every inch of her tall, curvy body against his chest and stomach, the tall purple haired beauty rose up onto her tippy toes so that she could rest her chin upon his collar-bone and stare directly into his eyes. "Don't worry Gohan. You'll get better at appearing to be a normal person over time."

Gohan's eyes widened imperceptibly as Ena gave him that knowing look again and Chico moved in on his left to run her little hands up and down the dramatic ridges of his abdominal muscle… As it turns out, Gohan's chagrin might be for the exact reason that these girls thought it was… On the other hand, he wasn't entirely sure what these girls actually knew about him, and he wasn't going to offer up any clues in the meantime.

"Uhhh yeah… learning how to fit in with people my age is part of the reason why I'm attending this school," Gohan hedged with a wide smile and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not sure what I did wrong, but I'm sure I'll do a better job of it in the future."

It was clear to all three of the teenagers standing in the lobby that Ena and Chico weren't merely talking about Gohan's lack of experience with highschool or being around people his age, but it was also clear that neither of the girls were interested in giving Gohan a hard time. Instead, Ena smiled as she slowly drew her right hand up Gohan's chest to his neck while Chico started dragging both of her hands down his stomach towards his thighs.

"Welcome to Orangestar Highschool Gohan," Ena breathed out in a voice that positively oozed sex appeal. Accompanying her words, the purple haired beauty's right hand finally finished rubbing up Gohan's neck to gently cup around his cheek.

"We plan to make you feel really, really welcome here Gohan," Chico added in little more than a whisper as she drew her hands off of his abdominal muscles to place them on his thighs just inches away from his bulge…

As if the two women had choreographed their assault on Gohan's teenaged libido well in advance, both Ena and Chico suddenly drew their hands away from his body, smiled up at him in a flirtatious fashion, and then slipped on by with their hands trailing the length of his shoulders.

Then the two girls were gone, leaving behind the scent of their arousal to drift around in the empty lobby's uncirculated air.

In the wake of his very first experience being teased by teenaged girls, Gohan felt his body becoming both restless and heated like nothing he'd ever felt before… First Bulma… Now Ena and Chico…

These girls were in heat…

And now so was he…

3 Hours Later...

After classes finally ended for the day, Gohan walked out the school's Main Entrance, trailing behind several of his classmates with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Hey Gohan," Sharpner suddenly called out from up ahead in a very loud and confident tone of voice. "If you want to prove that you're more than just a tech geek you should try out for the martial arts club."

With a gracious smile and a small shrug of his shoulders, Gohan turned to regard his second most pushy classmate to deliver yet another round of excuses. "To be honest, I really am just a tech geek Sharpner. I have work at Capsule Corp most evenings after school, which is why I won't be able to join any teams."

"Excuses, excuses," Sharpner drawled, even as he looked pleased that Gohan really was nothing but a wimp.

"Gohan definitely has the body for athletics, but I really don't think he's the fighting type," Erasa suddenly added as she walked up from behind Gohan and rested a friendly hand on his lower back.

Sharpner merely gunted dismissively at his childhood friend before turning away and walking towards the parking lot.

After delivering an appreciative smile back in Erasa's direction, Gohan caught sight of Videl scowling at him from a few feet beyond the sexy blonde's left shoulder. Two things were becoming increasingly obvious with every interaction that Gohan experienced with these two girls… Videl and Erasa were the very best of friends, Erasa liked him just fine, and Videl openly hated his guts... Needless to say, Mr. Satan's Ill-gotten fame didn't mean a damned thing to Gohan, so he didn't feel any obligation to fawn over the self-important black haired girl, but he would have to admit that it was a shame...

Videl Satan was special, and that much just couldn't be denied. She was a unique blend of classically beautiful Japanese Hime charm and dramatic shortstack curves adorning a well-developed martial artist's body. She was the kind of woman that his Saiyan genetics craved at an instinctual level.

Too bad for Videl, Gohan wasn't what anyone would call the simpering type… He had zero intention of bowing to the pressure that Videl was trying to apply with her eyes. No… He stared right back at the woman as if he never even noticed her scowl.

And then, even as he locked eyes with Videl and their little staring contest began in earnest, Gohan felt that same electric intensity from earlier in the day coming back with a vengeance… Very suddenly, Gohan's blood was rushing hot through his veins, and his body was making demands of him that he'd never felt before in his life. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his Adam's apple bounced in his throat, and a small bead of sweat grew into existence on his temple. He was in the thick of it hormonally speaking. His body was looking for a rut…

After looking back and forth between Gohan and Videl only to find them skullfucking each other with their eyes, Erasa sighed and rolled her eyes in long suffering. Then she suddenly smiled mischievously and dropped the hand that she'd placed on Gohan's back further down his body until she was cupping and squeezing his right cheek with a shameless variety of enthusiasm. Over the following five seconds, a red flush grew across Erasa's face as she felt the burnished steel that was the boy's ass muscles concealed under the dark blue denim of his jeans. When Gohan and Videl finally caught on to what she was doing and their eyes broke away from each other, Erasa's other hand was flattening out on Gohan's hip and rubbing upwards towards his stomach...

By the time Gohan's eyes broke away from Videl's death glare to look down at Erasa's shamelessly roaming hands, the woman didn't look the least bit mischievous anymore. Instead, Erasa was unabashedly groping his ass, thighs and abdominal muscles while biting at her lower lip in a way that easily broadcast her rapidly mounting arousal. The blonde was really into it, and getting more perverse with every second that passed. She appeared to have forgotten just how many students were walking by them all on every side. Dozens… Dozens of kids were giving Erasa very funny looks...

"Erasa," Videl quietly hissed when she caught sight of her best friend openly molesting the new kid. "This is like… a really public place… and you're being really, really slutty…"

"I… I know… I know but he's just so… Hooookay, I get it..." after drawing in a very deep breath, Erasa slowly drew her hands away from Gohan's body and then flattened her palms just below her own ultra-curvy chest as if she was struggling to keep them to herself. Then she didn't have to control herself any longer because Videl was grabbing a hold of one of her arms and she was being dragged down the sidewalk towards the parking lot. "I'll see you tomorrow Gohan," she called out, her voice quite a bit more wistful than Gohan had ever heard from her before....

For the third time in less than twelve hours, Gohan found his body growing increasingly keyed up with nowhere to direct his mounting sexual tension. With every single woman that felt up or openly lusted over his body, he was finding his willpower increasingly frayed. He needed to calm the fuck down. He needed to put the beast back in its cage.

He needed to burn off some of this sexual frustration.

Unfortunately for Gohan, he really did have a shift scheduled back at Capsule Corp tonight…

With a quiet growl of frustration, Gohan threw a storage capsule onto the pavement to reveal a slick black hover-cycle, mounted the bike with little to no fanfare, and then careened sideways out of the parking lot with the ease of a professional jet-pilot.

Several different pairs of eyes tracked his movements until he swerved out of sight a Kilometer down the road...

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8 Pm That Night…

When his Capsule Corp development work was finally finished for the night, Gohan all but ran back to his suite of rooms In Bulma's house and closed the door behind himself with a long and audible sigh.

Gohan's first day living in the city had been exceptionally hard on his body…

And his first live-in work shift hadn't been any easier.

Bulma Briefs, CEO and lead researcher of Capsule Corp, had spent a lot of the evening helping out in Gohan's lab space at headquarters... Over the course of Gohan's work shift, she'd repeatedly breezed into his workroom, checked out his various pet projects, completed computer coding for him as if she were nothing more than a lab assistant, rubbed at his arms and back in an affectionate manner and then walked back out as if her actions were completely ordinary…

They weren't…

Bulma's behaviour was the farthest thing from ordinary… The fact of the matter was that Bulma Briefs was the CEO of Capsule Corp… She really, really didn't have the time to be fussing over any single member of her research team.

No matter how you looked at it, Bulma was giving Gohan an enormous amount of special attention, and there wasn't anything the least bit subtle about it...

The highly intelligent and perceptive side of Gohan's mind was well-aware that Bulma was currently forcing herself to offer him all of the casual affection and friendliness that she'd always given him in the past. This part of Gohan's mind truly appreciated Bulma's thoughtfulness because she was attempting to prevent their relationship from growing distant and awkward... On the other hand, the animal part of Gohan's brain was telling him that Bulma was powerfully attracted to his body, and that all of her causal touches were far, far more meaningful than they appeared.

The real reason why Gohan's current situation was stressing him out was that both of those motives appeared to be true at exactly the same time. It was completely obvious that Bulma really was trying to salvage their long-time friendship by acting as if she'd never openly lusted over his body. Unfortunately for the both of them, the inescapable truth was that Bulma really was thirsty for his body, and there was nothing that she could do to conceal that fact from his hyper-advanced senses...

Gohan could smell Bulma's ultra-wet and steamy little pussy. Hell, he could feel the desire coming off of the woman as if it was a pheromone specifically designed to make him hard…

And it was working...

Gohan was hard.

After walking swiftly across the living room of his personal suite of rooms, Gohan slammed open the bathroom door, shed his clothes in a messy heap, turned the nozzle in the overlarge walk-in shower and then stood with his eyes closed under the warm and comforting water. He briefly thought about lowering the water temperature to cold in order to banish his arousal in a cascade of frigid water… Then he thought 'ah to hell with it,' and he drew his persistently hard cock up into both of his hands.

For the next minute or two, Gohan focused his entire attention on how Bulma's body felt against his own when she'd hugged him that morning, how he'd felt when she stared hungrily at his half naked body, how Ena, Chico and Erasa's hands had felt running up and down his stomach, chest and thighs, and how Videl somehow made him feel like an alpha that needed to just take what he wanted. He groaned as he started rising towards the relief that he needed so very badly.

Of course, fate took it upon itself to prevent Gohan from quietly taking care of his needs...

A high pitched, feminine squeak suddenly echoed all over Gohan's suite of rooms, causing his eyes to immediately snap open and take in his surroundings. Through the wide open bathroom door, Gohan immediately caught sight of Bulma Briefs, standing in his living room, twin mugs of what appeared to be tea in hand, and an unbelievably complicated expression on her face. The woman was horrified. She was also completely captivated. She was both of those things at exactly the same time… but she also wasn't looking away… not even for a second....

It was in that moment that something in Gohan's mind seemed to unravel, come undone, snap...

With a low toned and feral growl that came unbidden from his chest, Gohan stepped out from under the warm stream of water, used a rapid pulse of his Ki to vaporize the water coating his body, and then started stalking towards Bulma with long and purposeful strides…

"Guh..Gohan, I'm uhh, I'm sorry... I thought that we'd… talk," Bulma stuttered out even as Gohan marched out of the bathroom and rounded a couch in her direction. Despite the woman's apology, and the explanation that she was currently giving him, Bulma's eyes continued to roam Gohan's naked body, as she visibly struggled to look him in the eyes but her attention kept straying down towards his chest, abs and fully erect dick…

Gohan didn't say a single word in response to Bulma's apology. He was beyond words at this point. The beautiful, intelligent, sexy, wonderful woman standing in front of him, was soaking her panties with pussy juices even as he moved in her direction, and he wasn't capable of ignoring that fact for even a single second longer. He marched right up to the woman even as she slowly backpedalled her way towards the door to his suite, closed the distance about halfway across the living room floor, and then hooked a hand around her sexy little waist. His other hand immediately rose up to cup Bulma's chin. If the woman was going to tell him no, he wanted to make her look him in the eyes when she did so.

For several seconds in a row, Gohan stared down into Bulma's completely captive face, daring her to tell him that she didn't want the attention he was giving her… And then, when her eyes shook and her body trembled but no words of resistance managed to leave her slightly parted lips, he pulled the woman's waist hard against his own, pressed his rock-hard cock up between their bodies, and he crashed his lips down into hers.

The kiss was feral, it was sloppy, it was fierce, it was incredible, and both Gohan and Bulma moaned into each other's frantically melding mouths as their hands pawed desperately at each other's bodies. At first, Bulma's hands crashed up against Gohan's chest as if she'd try to push him away, but then they flattened out to touch more of his muscles and started roaming back downwards towards his arms and stomach, and thighs.

Even in his current state of ultra-primal need, Gohan was cognizant enough to know that he needed to get Bulma out of her skin-tight red dress uniform ASAP. Even as the bluenette rapidly groped at his body from top to bottom, he slipped the dress-straps off of her shoulders, and caressed her rapidly moving arms all the way down to her hands as he drew the clothing down the length of her body.

The moment when Bulma's massive, braless, gravity defying tits and their tiny pink nipples were revealed was magic. The moment she rose up on her tippy toes to press her luscious breasts against Gohan's chest as she kissed him even harder was more like a miracle. By the time Bulma's strappy red dress finally dropped like garbage to the floor, her legs were kicking up to wrap tightly around Gohan's lower back, and he was carrying the woman towards the nearest wall with his fingers sinking into the meat of her perfect heart shaped ass.

"We can't go all the way," Bulma suddenly moaned in a broken little voice, her mind in a state of panic, but her dripping wet pussy grinding wetly along the length of Gohan's perfect, veiny dick.

"It's already done, you're mine, I'm taking you as my woman," Gohan grunted back even as he drew his mouth away from Bulma's mouth to nip and suck at her milky white neck.

"You're flying into a heat right now," Bulma gasped in sudden realization. "You're definitely going to try to knock me up!"

"Not try… do," Gohan breathed out even as he lifted Bulma's body further up the wall and pressed the flared out dome of his cockhead against her puffy little pussy.

"But, the timing... Vegeta's, off planet. He'll immediately realize," Bulma protested.

"You barely tolerate that sociopath you call a husband, and I know for a fact that I'm several times stronger than him." Even as he said those words, Gohan continued to rub his cockhead up and down the length of Bulma's dripping wet pussylips so that his precum leaking tip could smooch against her swollen little clit over and over again.

"But what about Trunks though," Bulma finally called out in a long and plaintive moan.

It felt like that little boy's name crashed through Gohan's lust drunk mind like a tidal wave of ice cold water.

Trunks… Shit…

Truth be told, Gohan actively disliked Vegeta and he found it tiresome to play nice with the man. The so-called 'Saiyan prince' straight up tried to genocide everyone on Earth, and yet the man received a get out of jail free card after joining the fight against Frieza.

Little Trunks though… Trunks was an innocent. Trunks loved his father, and what Gohan was doing would end up destroying Trunks's whole entire world…

Gohan couldn't do something like that… He wanted to be better than that… Shit....

"Put me down," Bulma quietly breathed out into Gohan's chest, the panic in her voice all but gone now because she saw lucidity returning to his eyes.

With a small, frustrated, nod of his head, Gohan gently released Bulma's thighs, allowing the woman to drop to her feet... Then his eyes widened in surprise when the blue haired bombshell continued to move downwards to land on her knees with her hands resting upon his upper thighs.

With a low moan of both arousal and appreciation, Bulma drew Gohan's thighs apart so that she could shove her face directly into the short and curly hair framing his tennis ball sized nuts. Like a pig truffling for food, the woman pressed both her mouth and her nose directly into Gohan's gigantic velvety ballsack, and she drew in a large lungful of cock-musked air as if it was a flower field on a mountainside…

Gohan may not have had a lot of experience when it came to sex (zero actually), but even he had a pretty good idea of what his female friend was intending to do with his cock. With hands that were twitching with barely controlled need, Gohan slowly threaded his fingers through the woman's silky smooth hair, and then gently cupped both of her red flushed cheeks.

In return, Bulma began trying to stare up into Gohan's eyes, but she failed because of the ultra-thick veiny dick laying heavily across her face. It was only after she pulled the cock aside to rest on the right side of her face, that they finally managed to lock gazes, and then they stayed that way for several long seconds. Without a word, Bulma tried her level best to wrap her highly dexterous hands around the base of Gohan's forearm thick dick. Then they both grinned when her enormously talented little hands simply weren't up to the task, and she was forced to double up in order to completely encircle his girth.

"You pulled yourself out of a Saiyan mating frenzy just now… You… You really do care about me. You care about my son... You're just so… You're perfect," Bulma panted out even as she started drawing the flat of her tongue all the way up Gohan's length to lick at the underside of his cockhead. A few moments later, her ultra-soft and feminine hands began massaging their way up and down his shaft in a series of slow but intensely intimate pumps, milking thick bolts of precum from his cocktip that spattered down onto her eagerly awaiting tongue. It was official… Bulma Briefs was showering Gohan's cock with nearly fanatical amounts of adoration. She was treating his dick as if it was the love of her life…

And yet, it was clear to the both of them that she was only getting started…

With a throaty purr of rapidly increasing arousal, Bulma finally moved to take the plunge. She planted her pillowy soft lips around the very tip of Gohan's cockhead, and then she began forcing her mouth to widen around his bulbous, flared out crown by leaning her entire body in the direction of his thighs. Over the next ten to fifteen seconds, Bulma Briefs pushed and she strained and she sucked Gohan's cockhead deeper with everything that she had, until finally, she managed to pull the entirety of his overlarge crown into the very back of her mouth. With a squeal of happiness followed by a long lusty moan of satisfaction, Bulma vacuum sealed her mouth around Gohan's cockhead, massaging every square inch of the flared out dome with her lips and her cheeks and her endlessly twining tongue…

And yet, Gohan could see that the woman was still only just getting started...

When Bulma's hands suddenly dropped away from the base of Gohan's cock, he didn't quite know what to make of it. When she took a hold of his hands and drew them to the back of her head, a suspicion started growing in his mind. When the sexy as fuck, blue haired, big tittied, supergenius, stared meaningfully into his eyes, he bit his bottom lip in a sudden spike of arousal.

Then he nodded his head in understanding.

"Slap my left calf if it becomes too much to handle," was all Gohan ended up saying in the end, because A) Bulma was a grown ass woman who knew exactly what she wanted, B) she wasn't a moron which meant she knew what she was doing, and C) he really, really wanted to shove his entire fucking dick down his boss's gorgeous little throat…

When Bulma merely nodded her head without ever pulling her hard sucking little mouth off of Gohan's cockhead, he slowly threaded his fingers together behind the woman's head, began releasing some Ki energy into her body to regenerate whatever damage she might end up taking, and then he started pulling her mouth down the length of his shaft. Right away, Gohan realized that Bulma Briefs wasn't some amateur level cocksucker. The woman was world class at basically everything that she did, but the way she was rhythmically swallowing on every single inch of his shaft even as it was force-fed down her hot, wet, tightly clenching throat, had Gohan's breath coming out in ragged, pleasure-filled gasps. "Holy fucking, fuck, Bulma… So good… you're so damned fucking good…"

Yes. As it turns out, Bulma Briefs was a bonafide cocksucking virtuoso. She was a genius, and she knew it… By some miracle of slut magic, she even managed to look smug about her skill even with her mouth stretched wide into a perfect capital "O" and a gigantic dick bulge filling her whole entire airway. She winked up at Gohan in response to his praise, and then her hands wrapped around his thighs so that she could wrench her mouth further down his shaft. Just a half a minute after starting her newest pet-project, Bulma Briefs had already managed to get almost two thirds of Gohan's inconveniently large cock within the hot wet vice of her enormously talented throat.

Sixty seconds later, when the ultra-curvy businesswoman completely ran out of oxygen and was forced to pull her mouth back up the length of Gohan's dick, her cheeks dragged like a sleeve because of how hard she was sucking on his shaft, and the squelching noises that her skintight rippling throat muscles made were obscene in the extreme. Even when Bulma withdrew just enough of Gohan's dick to let her breathe in through her nose, she never once stopped licking and swallowing on his cockhead. Her mouth felt like heaven. Her talented tongue had his balls throbbing with need...

Of course now that an overachiever like Bulma had acclimated to the size of Gohan's cock, she almost immediately managed to cram over two thirds of his length right back down her throat, and she started bobbing up and down his length at a steadily accelerating rate… She moaned, she drooled, she gurgled and glucked, as she visibly dedicated her entire focus towards giving Gohan the wettest, tightest and most erotic blowjob imaginable. Her fat tits wobbled along with her every movement and her thick gorgeous ass waved back and forth behind her tiny little waist.

And then, when Bulma decided that she didn't need to hold onto Gohan's thighs for balance anymore, she withdrew her hands back from around his ass and she started fondling both of his heavy hanging balls instead. A groan of intense pleasure leaked from Gohan's lips as the bluenette lovingly kneaded and massaged Gohan's testicles in the palms of her hands even as her hard sucking mouth drew closer and closer to the base of his shaft with every single bob of her head.

Bulma's POV...

After just a single minute spent massaging Gohan's balls in the palms of her hands, Bulma came to realize that she could actually feel a veritable ocean of hyper-potent Saiyan cum being produced within the young man's enormously over-productive semen tanks. Gohan's balls were lurching angrily atop the palms of her hands, as they rapidly built up more and more freshly cooked cum for her enjoyment.

Armed with this new knowledge, the fact that Gohan had intended to fuck a load of cum balls-deep into her unprotected and ovulating little pussy suddenly took on a brand new intensity. The man had intended to have his perfectly massive, perfectly optimized bitch breaker of a cock, pry open her womb by force to release a gigantic deluge of his hyper-fertile seed directly onto her eggs...

Oh, oh Kami, oh fuck. So, so, sooo hot!

In what felt like an ultra-slutty version of a eureka moment, Bulma suddenly realized that she desperately wanted to drain Gohan's balls until they had nothing left to offer. She wanted to milk the man dry. She legitimately couldn't wait to have a vast pool of Son Gohan's seed swimming around inside of her stomach! She wanted to taste it! She wanted to bask in it! She wanted it badly, and she wanted it now!

At the same time, Bulma was so damned turned on right now that she desperately needed to take the edge off. As a result, one of the hands that had been massaging Gohan's balls suddenly dropped away so that she could start fingerfucking the living hell out of her pussy. To make up for this newfound neglect, Bulma immediately redoubled the speed that her hungry little mouth was bobbing up and down the length of Gohan's dick, until her throat was taking a pounding and her tits were slapping together in what she knew was a hypnotic fashion.

The blowjob that Bulma briefs ended up giving Son Gohan was tight, wet, sloppy, deep, and unabashedly desperate, and the schlicking sounds that she made while finger fucking the living hell out of herself acted as a counterpoint to the glucking sound of a fat dick pumping in and out of her throat. The world famous scientist's eyes teared up over time because of the abuse that she was causing her esophagus, and yet Bulma never even considered slowing down, not even when her mascara began trailing down her cheeks in a small series of tiny black lines. No… She was far, far too busy trying to suck Gohan's soul out through his thick majestic cock, reveling in the delicious taste of his meat, and enjoying the way the man was staring down at her obscenely swaying body...

Gohan's POV...

Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck...

Holy fucking Hell…

This next part probably goes without saying, but if weren't for the fact that Son Gohan had superhuman levels of both sensation tolerance and mental fortitude, he'd long ago have blown his load into Bulma Briefs' magical fucking mouth, and yet the woman was somehow managing to get even better at swallowing his dick with every single second that passed.

As it turns out, Gohan's oldest female friend was a cocksucking artist, a saint, an angel. Her sexy little mouth was a national treasure that needed to be protected at all costs! Even with his extraterrestrial constitution giving him an unfair amount of sexual stamina, Gohan was being driven to orgasm at an astonishing rate. This was a problem because there were a few things that he wanted to take care of first...

Most importantly… Gohan wanted to share the pleasure that he was currently experiencing with the woman who was providing it…

Over the last decade, Gohan's father had been either dead or off planet far more often than he'd ever been around, which was a problem when it came to parenting, but wasn't necessarily a roadblock when it came to exchanging casual conversation. Over the years, Goku had taught Gohan how to use King Kai's variety of telepathy slash empathy to communicate over great distances. These abilities allowed Gohan to convey thoughts, feelings and emotions to other people using his Ki power as the connection.

Well… Now Gohan was going to let Bulma know just how much he appreciated her efforts, and just how fucking amazing her sweet little mouth felt sealed tightly around his cock. Starting small, Gohan began broadcasting just how much he fucking adored Bulma directly into her mind, conveying his emotions in a way that couldn't possibly be fabricated. Then, when Bulma's lust glazed eyes suddenly sharpened and focused back up at his face, he slowly started to send over the purely physical sensations that she was causing on his cock, and the woman immediately shivered from her head to her toes. She was making him feel so, soooo fucking good, and now she could feel every single second of it for herself…

"That's right," Gohan confirmed, using both his voice and the medium of his thoughts to deliver his words even as his hands threaded back into her hair. "You're a Goddess Bulma. You're a miracle of lips, tongue and throat, and I'm only seconds away from cumming... Where do you want it, Bulma? Where do you want my cum?"

"Down my throat, on my face and all over my tits," Bulma mentally called back even as her frantically sucking mouth caused a cascade of powerful sensations to flow right back through her own central nervous system.

Of course, Bulma didn't have a dick, so she couldn't really experience the feelings that Gohan was sending her in a true anatomical sense, but the pleasure that she was causing him was being broadcast right back into her body, where it coursed through her pussy and clit like a lightning storm of sensation! Gohan, in turn, felt the pleasure that Bulma was feeling, and his balls immediately trembled in response.

Son Gohan was just moments away from cumming his fucking brains out, and because of the powerful empathic abilities that he'd just revealed… so was the woman that was sucking him off…

With a long low moan/whimper mixture, Bulma suddenly launched her tightly sucking mouth further down the length of Gohan's cock, leaning forward so hard that Gohan's hips were pressed back against the wall. A series of wet gurgling and gagging noises leaked out of the bluenette's mouth as she brutally throated herself further down his length, but then all of her efforts paid off when she finally managed to deepthroat the entirety of Gohan's truly cumbersome cock.

In an immediate reaction, both Gohan and Bulma groaned long and low in a mixture of intense relief and even more powerful pleasure. Then the moment became explosively sexy when Bulma started staring adoringly into his eyes, cupped her luscious tits in her hands, and waved her big beautiful ass back and forth, all with her stretched wide lips repeatedly smooching at the base of his shaft.

Gohan twitched and then grunted as the inevitable spike of ultra-intense arousal made his legs shake and his balls tremble violently directly against Bulma's chin. Bulma's hungrily sucking mouth was wrapped firmly around the root of his cock, her tongue was swirling around his shaft as if it had a mind of its own, her throat was rapidly swallowing on his deeply buried cockhead, and her eyes were still staring up at him in an intensely meaningful way. The stunningly beautiful, curvy, blue haired corporate CEO wanted to drink his cum. What's more, she was using the empathic connection that they were sharing to remind him exactly how she wanted it.

"Please, please, please, start by cumming balls deep down my throat! Fill my stomach with your seed until I can't take anymore, and then paint my face and my tits! Cum in me now! I want it! I need it! Please cum all over me!" Even as Bulma telepathically begged Gohan to finally feed her all of the cum that she craved so desperately, she continued to massage his balls, and she used her biceps to prop her big bountiful breasts together as a picture perfect target.

"Goddamn," Gohan groaned long and loud as Bulma moved into full blown fuck princess mode, and staged her unbelievably sexy body to make the most of his impending orgasm. Then there was just no holding it back any longer, and both Gohan and Bulma were moaning over the white hot explosion of pleasure that was radiating outwards from their sexes. Gohan's balls contracted hard against his shaft and Bulma's chin, his cock swelled and bucked within the tightly constraining walls of Bulma's steamy little throat, and a tidal wave of boiling hot seed started racing down the length of his cumvein towards his deeply buried head.

Gohan's loose grip in Bulma's hair tightened more and more as he roared his way to climax, pulling the woman's lips hard against the base of his cock so that he could expand her throat around his piping hot load. Once, twice, dozens of times, Gohan released massive ropes of thick gluey cum deep into Bulma's endlessly welcoming gullet, and he revelled in the way that her rapidly swallowing throat milked his entire cock in a sleeve of hot, wet, rhythmically clenching muscle.

As talented a cocksucker as Bulma was, she still didn't have a hope in hell of keeping up with the sheer volume of semen that Gohan was releasing. Nevertheless, for a little over ten seconds she managed to pull off a miracle of deepthroating perfection, before a backwash of bottlenecked cum began spilling up into her mouth, filled her mouth to capacity, and started leaking past her cock plugged lips.

And that was the moment when Gohan slowly drew his cock from within the woman's soft and heavenly throat, popped his cockhead free from her possessively sucking mouth, and aimed his crown at her face from less than three inches away. The next ten cumshots that he released painted Bulma's orgasmically ecstatic face a cheerful pearly white before he switched targets to do the same thing to her tits. The entire time that he came all over Bulma's beautiful fucking body, she trembled violently in her own mega powerful orgasm, and she thanked him empathically for giving her exactly what she'd needed.

Over time, Gohan's legs started trembling more and more in his current state of extreme pleasure overload. Bulma, likewise, was shaking like a leaf and spilling a torrent of pussy juices all over the floor between her thighs. Their mutual orgasm lasted far longer than either of them would've expected it to, and they began holding onto each other for support as they shivered and shook through their release. Finally, nearly a full minute later, Gohan's climax started to die down and the force of his cumloads slowly ebbed away. Needless to say, by this point Bulma's tits were a glorious semen covered mess, complete with rivulets of cum running down the valley of her cleavage to spread all over her tiny little belly.

Bulma looked sexy as fuck covered in his cum like that… Gohan immediately wished he had a camera or the balls to go grab his cellphone… He didn't...

Instead of going anywhere at all, Gohan allowed his legs to crumple, dropping his ass to the floor so that he could rest his back against the wall.

Without a word, Bulma immediately started turning around so that she could sidle her ass back between Gohan's thighs and rest her back against his chest.

Both Gohan and Bulma were still trembling from the intensity of their orgasms, as the pleasure that they'd just experienced had bounced back and forth between their minds in a feedback loop of sorts that had heightened their pleasure by several magnitudes. Gohan was surprised because he hadn't anticipated that side-effect, but he definitely wasn't complaining about the results...

"Woah…," Bulma panted out when her breathing finally regulated. "I wasn't expecting that I'd get to cum just now, Gohan… I only wanted to take good care of you… I've never felt anything like that though… How'd you do that?"

"Ki based empathy and telepathy techniques," Gohan replied as he loosely wrapped his forearms around Bulma's little belly and then felt his forearms get coated in cum…

"Is that a Saiyan skill," Bulma asked as she began hand-sweeping the semen off of her face, tits, belly and Gohan's arms, so that she could lick the cum off of her fingers.

"It's not a Saiyan skill, no, but a certain amount of Ki power is definitely required. I suspect Krillin and Tien could pull it off, but they're easily the two strongest pure humans on the planet…" Truth be told, Gohan almost didn't manage to reply to Bulma's question this time. He was far, far too preoccupied watching the stunningly beautiful woman feast on the semen covering her body. For obvious reasons, by the time Gohan was finished delivering his explanation, his cock was rock hard again and lining Bulma's spine all the way up to her shoulder blades.

"Vegeta must be able to use this empathy skill as well then," Bulma whispered to herself in an angry tone of voice.

"Probably not, no," Gohan slowly corrected. "To activate and maintain the technique one must be willing to share oneself spiritually. Opening yourself up to someone else at the spiritual level is powerfully difficult to do..."

"So only Saiyans that have open and accepting personalities can make use of the super sexy pleasure sharing powers," Bulma concluded.

"Well… yes," Gohan slowly agreed. "Long story short, to use empathic abilities, one must actually be capable of normal human empathy…"

"You really do hate my husband," Bulma pointed out in a surprisingly calm tone of voice.

"Normally I'd only think that he's a jerk, but I hate how he neglects you," Gohan clarified.

"You're acting like you're actually in love with me," Bulma pointed out with a tiny bit of laughter in her voice.

"Well… there's a good chance I am," Gohan quietly admitted. "I developed a crush on you while we were travelling to Namek, and that crush has matured with me over the years. I don't know enough about such things to know for sure, but… what I do know is that you're special, and you deserve better..."

By the time Gohan finished saying those words, Bulma's whole entire body had stiffened up as if she was a wooden signboard...

"Maybe me living here isn't such a good idea after all," Gohan allowed as he felt Bulma's explosive anxiety through the corded up muscles of her back, ass and upper thighs.

"You're family, Gohan," Bulma whispered in return as she quickly rose to her feet, walked across the room and picked up her dress. "I love you like family, and you can stay here for as long as you like... I… I need to oversee some things…"

With a truly impressive economy of movements, Bulma Briefs was back in her red dress, her hair was combed into its normal style, and she was walking quickly towards the door. In less than a minute, the woman went from being mussed up, naked, and resting in Gohan's arms to fully dressed and marching out the door.

When the dust finally settled, Gohan was left just sitting there in the corner of his living room, with his eyes locked on the front door to his suite. Well… Shucks… That probably could've gone better... Suffice it to say, Gohan wasn't a very good houseguest.

Shit...

Looking down at his lap, Gohan sighed in long suffering when he saw his rock hard cock waving in the air and spitting precum like some kind of poisonous serpent. It was then that he realized he was somehow, inconceivably, even hornier now than he'd been before Bulma went down on him.

With a frustrated shake of his head, Gohan rose to his feet and began walking back towards the showers. Maybe it was best to have a cold shower after all… He needed to cool his head… He needed to control his emotions.

He needed to keep hands off of Bulma Briefs…

Shit...