Reward

'I could stay here forever...' thought Vahn, experiencing genuine awe as his eyes reflected the seemingly endless expanse of blue that was the sea. What was reflected in them, however, was the bodies of Grayfia and, periodically, Bulma, the former sporting a scant silver bikini and the latter modeling a comparably modest pink bikini with white leather straps and frills. As for him, he was seated on the beach, relaxing in a pair of stylish black swim trunks as Goku erected a large mound of sand nearby.

Though he cherished the life he was gradually building for himself back in the real world, Vahn couldn't help feeling that, rather than the freedom he sought at the start of his journey, he was constantly being bound by more and more duties and expectations. In the virtual world, he had all the time in the world and was free to go wherever and do whatever he pleased. He could grow at his own pace without having to concern himself with things like politics or the survival of species, and if he felt inclined, he could build a house right there on the beach, spending weeks, months, or even years doing nothing but lounging about, learning carpentry, and having sex with Grayfia whenever he pleased...

'I should just bring everyone here...' thought Vahn, feeling that he, Rias, Sona, and everyone could live far more meaningful lives in the Corridor and virtual world than the outside. They would have to leave, eventually, but with the stacking time compression, they could easily stretch a year or two in the outside world into hundreds of fulfilling, stress-free years of personal and emotional growth in-virtua.

Having convinced himself, Vahn's eyes softened, his smile becoming more prominent as he pictured Grayfia and Bulma scissoring each other with his cock sandwiched between them, a fantasy he fully planned to make into a reality that evening. It was a little selfish of him, but before he returned to the real world and convinced everyone to stay, he intended to stretch and make the most of his time with Grayfia. Their sexual compatibility was just absurd, so while Rias was undoubtedly his first love, Vahn wasn't in a rush to reunite with her as she was infinitely more willful than the silver-haired Maid. The moment she entered the virtual world with him, he wouldn't be able to resist doing whatever she wanted, so until then, he intended to do what he wanted...and what that was, more than anything else he had ever desired, was to make Grayfia madly in love with him...

As if she could sense his thoughts, Grayfia turned and stared at Vahn with her usual narrow-eyed smile, a simple but sensual look that caused a faint trembling to permeate his chest. At that exact moment, without needing a signal or an exchange of words, they both activated the mental command to return to the Creation Hub. This immediately ceased the flow of time in the simulated universe of Dragon Ball, so even though it took eleven days for them to return, Bulma and Goku didn't notice they had left, and Turtle still hadn't arrived with Master Roshi to reward them for helping him back to the sea...

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"Goodness, gracious, I think I've died and gone to Heaven..." expressed an exceptionally old man with a bald head, a thick white fu manchu, and a full beard, his thin and weathered body clothed in a bright orange aloha shirt decorated with a pattern of random letters, a pair of off-white khaki shorts, and straw sandals with red straps. More conspicuously, he had a club-like walking stick, a large purple turtle shell on his back, a Dragon Ball dangling from his neck, and red-rimmed sunglasses veiling his eyes from view, permitting him to leer at the bikini-clad Bulma and especially Grayfia without it being obvious at a glance.

"What a cool outfit..." remarked Bulma, causing Vahn to blink in surprise and stare at her from the side with slightly raised brows, consequently causing her to blush, turn her face away, and press the tips of her fingers together bashfully.

"Humu..." hummed the elderly man, who Vahn and Grayfia recognized as Master or, more accurately, Muten Roshi. Then, caressing his beard with his left hand, he stated, "Young man, kid, and beautiful ladies, I want to thank you for helping my turtle. My name is Roshi, the Turtle Hermit, and while I may not look it, I've been a renowned figure in the world of Martial Arts for many years. I come bearing gifts, but I can also give you lessons if you think you're up for it. I'm especially good at teaching young women how to protect themselves..."

With Roshi directing his final few words at them, a look of disgust marred Bulma's face as she covered her chest and crotch and turned her body to the side, inadvertantly giving the old hermit a view of her backside as she responded, "Ugh...no thanks..."

As he was used to such reactions, Roshi didn't take Bulma's rejection to heart. Instead, he shifted his gaze to Grayfia, his bushy white brows rising as he noticed she didn't seem at all bothered by his words, her expression completely relaxed even as he adjusted his sunglasses and looked her up and down, asking, "What about you, young lady? Would you like to receive this old man's special course? It even comes packaged with an advanced skincare routine and deep tissue massage..."

Finding Roshi's words more amusing than anything, particularly his calling her a young lady, Grayfia's smile became more prominent as she casually responded, "Thank you for the offer, but I must politely decline. Thanks to my boyfriend here, there isn't a bit of tension in my entire body..."

With Grayfia grasping his hand to emphasize she was talking about him, Vahn nearly whiskered her back to the Creation Hub but suppressed the urge using his Will of the Emperor. At the same time, he offered a smile of his own, earning Roshi's attention as he playfully remarked, "I can't blame you for trying, but if you take things too far, I might take offense."

"Oh, my..." hummed Roshi, grabbing and pulling his beard slightly as he felt the air around Vahn change. He didn't believe for a moment that the latter was more powerful than him, but he could sense he wasn't dealing with an amateur.

"Why do you have a turtle shell on your back...?" asked Goku, shattering the growing tension as he eyed Roshi with wide-eyed curiosity.

Recalling what Turtle had told him, Roshi smiled and hummed, "You must be Goku, the boy who discovered Turtle and persuaded your friends here to return him to the sea."

"I didn't convince anyone," responded Goku, shaking his head before honestly admitting, "I just asked Vahn, and he promised to bring Turtle back. And Bulma's the one who drove us here, so I don't need a gift or anything. I'm just happy I could help."

"What a pure and innocent response..." remarked Roshi, his valuation of Goku increasing immensely. He was originally going to offer the group a magic carpet to make their travels easier, but Goku's response made him think he might be suited to a different mode of transport.

"Alright, wait here..." said Roshi, offering the group a nod and stealing one final glance at Grayfia's mouthwatering breasts and the front of her mons-hugging bikini bottoms before approaching the sea's edge and striking a dynamic pose with his staff pointed at the sky, his voice reverberating as he shouted, "Come to me, Flying Nimbus...!"

Though it took several seconds, prompting Bulma to speculate that he had gone senile, Roshi was eventually vindicated when a fluffy golden cloud producing a prominent trail in its wake came flying down from the sky, circling the group at an impressive speed.

"Oh, wow...!" exclaimed Goku, excited and intrigued by the unfamiliar phenomenon. Bulma was similarly surprised, but when she noticed that Vahn and Grayfia had relaxed expressions, she composed herself so as not to appear like a bumpkin entering a city for the first time.

"Beautiful, isn't she...?" asked Roshi, ostensibly referring to the Flying Nimbus, which had come to a screeching halt at the group's center, but his gaze, veiled by his dark-tinted sunglasses, was focused squarely on Grayfia's breasts.

Unable to resist the urge, Goku surprised Roshi immensely by jumping onto the Flying Nimbus's back, prompting it to take off as he balanced himself atop it and laughed in happiness and exhilaration.

"Well, I'll be...I didn't even get a chance to explain how it worked, and the boy's already taking it for a ride..." remarked Roshi, shaking his head and exhaling from his mouth in exasperation.

"What do you mean?" asked Bulma, never the type to remain silent when there was something she wanted to know. Thus, while Goku spent several minutes familiarizing himself with the Flying Nimbus, performing acrobatic maneuvers and aerial somersaults as if he had been riding it his entire life, Roshi explained how it could only be ridden by those pure of heart...

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"Pure of heart, huh...?" muttered Bulma, sporting a serious expression as Goku piloted the Flying Nimbus back to the group's center, leaping off it as he excitedly exclaimed, "That was super fun! You guys should try it as well!"

"You might as well," hummed Roshi, caressing his beard as he prepared to save the mental image of Bulma and Grayfia falling through the Nimbus in his mind. Unfortunately, things didn't go quite as he predicted in his head.

"Hey, Vahn, help me up," requested or, more accurately, instructed Bulma. Despite this, Vahn didn't hesitate to position himself behind her, causing her to tense as he grabbed her waist and intentionally prodded her butt in the process of picking her up and lowering her through the Flying Nimbus.

"Well, I used to be pure of heart..." muttered Bulma, poutily directing an upturned look at Vahn before separating from him to retrieve something cool to drink from the blue and white cooler he had set out. At the same time, Grayfia promptly moved to replace her, positioning herself with her back to Vahn and taking the initiative to caress his bulge with her butt as he lifted her up and set her down gently through the fluffy golden cloud.

"I suppose this means I'm not pure of heart..." hummed Grayfia, directing an upturned look of her own at Vahn. Two days later, he released his hold on her waist, allowing her to move to the side as he tentatively placed his right hand atop the Flying Nimbus, feeling it solidifying the more pressure he applied. Subsequently being able to climb atop it surprised him quite a bit, as he was fairly certain his heart was no longer pure, but he chalked it up to having the purest form of energy across all Records comprising and flowing through his body. It was either that or the feelings he felt toward women like Grayfia, while increasingly lewd, were still pure...just not in the conventional sense...

"Well, that's unexpected..." remarked Roshi, almost certain that Vahn was one of his people. He wasn't in a position to witness it unobstructed, but he knew from the way Vahn's weight subtly shifted and suddenly stopped that he had rubbed up against Bulma's butt. He also sensed the change in the atmosphere around Vahn and Grayfia when she gazed back at him, so he fully expected the former to faceplant.

"Seriously, what gives...?" asked Bulma, returning with a blue and yellow can labeled HETAP, drinking from it with a long draw.

"More importantly..." said Vahn, gesturing to Roshi with his head while sitting atop the Flying Nimbus, drawing Bulma's gaze to the old hermit's neck as he asked, "Did you notice our new friend's necklace...?"

Only just noticed the Dragon Ball around Roshi's neck, mostly because she had been ignoring him; Bulma's eyes widened to their limits, nearly performing a spit take before promptly swallowing her drink, pointing at him, and exclaiming, "You have a Dragon Ball...!"

"A Dragon whatsit...?" asked Roshi, tilting his head slightly in confusion until Bulma explained what the orb around his neck was. This prompted an opportunistic gleam to flash across Roshi's eyes, but when he noticed Vahn staring back at him with a smile that didn't quite reach his piercing aquamarine eyes, he resisted the temptation to request that Bulma and Grayfia flash their breasts in exchange for its ownership and instead just requested the former's unfinished HETAP, straw included...

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