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"Are you seriously planning to return to that place in two years...?" asked Bulma, straddling Vahn's lap in the back of her convertible as Grayfia sat in the driver's seat, heading northward along a dirt road. Seeing Chi-Chi all over him had irritated her, so while she wasn't in the mood for sex, she allowed Vahn to fondle and caress her butt beneath her skirt.

"I'm not the type to say I'll do something and then not do it," responded Vahn, giving Bulma's left butt cheek a light smack as he added, "But I'm also not trying to increase the number of dependents I have...I'll show up to the party, as promised, but I have no intention of allowing myself to be forced into an engagement or marriage..."

'I've had more than enough of that...' thought Vahn, still willing to honor and looking forward to marrying Rias, Sona, and possibly even Ravel, but that was where he drew the line. Now that he had a better understanding of what he truly wanted—living a free and unfettered existence with those he had chosen to share his life with—he wouldn't let anyone else pressure him into accepting duties or responsibilities he didn't willfully seek...

"I don't know...you folded pretty fast with me..." remarked Bulma, her eyes narrowed halfway between an accusatory and sultry look.

"That's because you're an exceptionally independent woman..." countered Vahn, adopting a smoldering grin as he slid the tips of his fingers beneath the fabric of Bulma's panties, caressing her butt directly as he asserted, "I know that, even if I'm not with you twenty-four-seven, you have your own life, work, and interests to occupy your time and focus. You don't need me to live a long, fulfilling, and accomplished life..."

"Yeah...I am pretty amazing, aren't I...?" asked Bulma, her voice faint and sensual as she narrowed her eyes further and angled her face to indicate she wanted to kiss. Vahn readily complied, heralding an end to their chat and the beginning of a protracted makeout session...

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[September 10th, 749]

With Bulma retiring to her self-assigned room after dinner the previous night, Vahn found himself lying in bed, contemplating how his decisions thus far would affect the plot of Dragon Ball moving forward. Instead of gazing listlessly at the ceiling, however, he had Grayfia perched or, more accurately, seated atop his face, sporting a pair of black tights in place of her usual stockings and garter belt, her multi-layered skirt veiling his head and upper torso so that her scent could invade his nostrils and suffuse his head with a pleasant tingling.

Since he felt they were growing closer, Vahn had asked Grayfia to tell him what she wanted to do to him. She initially contended that all she wanted was to serve him, but after some coaxing, she surprised him by confiding that she had always wanted to try scent training. In essence, she wanted to get him so acclimated to her scent that just smelling her was enough to get him in the mood, just as his scent purportedly did to her...

'I could become addicted to this...' thought Vahn, deeply inhaling Grayfia's fragrance and enjoying the feeling of her silk tights as he rubbed his nose against them. At the same time, he wondered about the futures of Gohan, Trunks, and Goten. If Chi-Chi persistently pursued him as she had Goku in the original canon, there was a good chance that Gohan wouldn't be born. And since he was in a relationship with Bulma, the likelihood of her getting together with Vegeta and producing Trunks was slim...rather, as there was no guarantee that Vegeta would change his genocidal ways and turn over a new leaf as he did in canon, he and Grayfia might have to put the Prince of Saiyans down permanently...

Realizing how tremendously he had affected things in just nine days, Vahn couldn't help feeling it would be better to simply reset the scenario before things got further out of hand. He no longer strictly intended to spend his time in the verse increasing his strength, so if he did reset, he and Grayfia could settle down on a coast somewhere and bide their time for the World Martial Arts tournament. That was what he had planned originally, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him...

(I believe you should see how things play out.) suggested Sis, causing Vahn to shift his focus to her words as she explained (*The changes you are worried about are not necessarily bad things. In canon Dragon Ball, the Earth is destroyed or nearly destroyed many times, and innumerable people lose their lives as a result of the main cast's oversights or general negligence. Rather than having the Dragon Balls as a reset button, would it not be better to prevent the events that necessitate their use?*)

'But characters like Gohan are really important to the story, especially by the time of Super...' contended Vahn, prompting Sis to point out (Gohan's entire life is plagued by trauma and the expectations of others. Not only was he forced to watch his father be beaten and killed by his uncle, but he was subsequently abducted, abandoned in the wilderness, and forced to train from the age of four. In the subsequent arc, he's forced to watch his friends and surrogate father be killed by Nappa, and that's just the tip of a very large iceberg. And don't even get me started with Trunks...if he is never born and Doctor Gero is never allowed to create Androids 17, 18, and Cell, there is no future timeline for Zamasu to seize power and Grand Zeno to ultimately destroy...)

'You're not usually this assertive...' noted Vahn, a faint smile developing across his face as he continued inhaling Grayfia's fragrance, adding, 'It's nice...assertiveness suits you...'

(You can't be the only one to change~) remarked Sis, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, causing Vahn to wonder if it would be possible for her to construct an avatar for herself so they could speak and interact directly. She quickly confirmed this was possible, but since they would be together, she precautioned him against unnecessarily complicating things and advised that he continue focusing his time and attention on the silver-haired woman sitting on his face...

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"That's how it is..." muttered Vahn, relaxing in a porcelain tub with Grayfia reclined against him, his fingers gently kneading her pale pink nipples as he revealed his intent to have everyone settle into the virtual world for an extended period.

"And when that time comes..." whispered Vahn, slipping his right hand into the water and resting it on Grayfia's lower abdomen as he softly asserted, "I want you to bear my children..."

Exhibiting no hesitation, Grayfia, sporting a closed-eyed smile, answered, "I will bear as many children as you're willing to bless me with...as for the matter of everyone migrating to the virtual world to facilitate their growth, I believe it's a wise course, even if a little excessive..."

"How many children do you want...?" asked Vahn, proclaiming, "Because that's precisely how many I want..."

Not wanting to betray Vahn's expectations and trust, Grayfia deliberated for several seconds before revealing, "If I can be honest, I never wanted children...even Millicas-sama...I love and treasure him dearly, but because of my past and the circumstances of our species as a whole...I knew that any children Sirzechs and I had were fated to live a burdened existence..."

Exhaling a melancholic sigh, Grayfia muttered, "And since I did not want to become an existence that could be leveraged against him, I have kept my distance, entrusting him to the care of House Gremory and consigning myself to serving as Maid rather than caring for him as his mother..."

"I am sorry you both had to go through that..." muttered Vahn, wrapping his arms around Grayfia and enveloping her with as much tenderness and love as he could manage. Unbeknownst to him, this caused an extremely comfortable feeling to permeate Grayfia's body, helping her to regain her smile as she softly and sensually asserted, "It's fine...because things are different now..."

Guiding Vahn's right hand back to her lower abdomen, the location of her aching womb, Grayfia stated, "It's too late for me to be the mother that Millicas-sama needed while he was growing...but with your power and this wondrous place, he will have all the time in the world to ensure he is prepared for whatever trials and tribulations may come..."

"Even if that's the case...I would like it if the two of you spent more time together..." muttered Vahn, prompting Grayfia to close her eyes, issue a faint hum, and respond, "I believe it would be better to let him continue spreading his wings without me as a hindrance...but if he's willing to give me a second chance, I will assuredly take it..."

"That's what I like to hear..." affirmed Vahn, kissing the top of Grayfia's head. He only had surface-level knowledge of the intricacies of her and Millicas's relationship, and he probably wasn't helping things by plowing her at every opportunity, but he believed that if she approached him with the earnest desire of rekindling their relationship as mother and son, the crimson-haired youth would embrace the chance...

"Thirteen..." muttered Grayfia, breaking a lengthy silence and prompting Vahn, who had closed his eyes, to open them and parrot, "Thirteen...?" in a confused tone.

"I know it can never be..." muttered Grayfia, her expression listless and tone hushed as she elucidated, "But if we were able to remain together, just the two of us, I would want thirteen children, twelve boys and one girl, so they could gradually proliferate our combined genes across this world and others..."

"That's...ambitious..." responded Vahn, exhaling a faint chuckle. At the same time, however, he seriously considered Grayfia's words. He could never bring himself to abandon Rias, Sona, Akeno, Tsubaki, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, and, though she was not yet completely his, Venelana, but with the combination of the Corridor and the virtual world, it was possible for him and Grayfia to have a world entirely their own...

"It may not be possible now..." started Vahn, sliding his right hand from Grayfia's abdomen to her pussy, gently caressing her slit as he said, "But once you've mended your relationship with Millicas and he's been able to mature into a proper young man, I don't mind disappearing with you for a few centuries in a world where time flows independently from all others..."

Raising Grayfia's chin and compelling her to meet his gaze, Vahn stared into the depths of her eyes as he softly asserted, "I understand this may be difficult to believe, but while I was smitten with Rias at first sight, you and Akeno are the ones who have taught me what it means to fall in love. And between the two of you, you occupy such a large portion of my heart, it threatens to push out all others..."

"You're right...it is difficult to believe..." affirmed Grayfia, holding Vahn's gaze with a narrow-eyed smile as she raised her hips and guided his dick into her hot and quivering pussy, an impassioned sigh escaping her throat as she sat flush against him and hummed, "But we still have between four and 1,362 years to figure out if what we're both feeling is real or just a by-product of us looking for an escape from the burdens and responsibilities foisted upon us by circumstance..."

"That's a pretty big window..." noted Vahn, his smoldering look gaining a hint of playfulness as he added, "But I can assure you of this...we aren't leaving this place until you're thoroughly convinced that your place is at my side. Not for a few hundred or a few thousand years...but for as long as we can both endure a shared eternity..."

"That's too excessive..." muttered Grayfia, biting her bottom lip, squeezing her thighs together, and forcing her cervix to kiss the tip of Vahn's dick as she suggested, "For now, let's focus on making the most of this one single moment..."

"Gladly..." responded Vahn, punctuating his words with a kiss, prolonging their bath until Goku came looking for them, wondering why breakfast had yet to be prepared...

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