All the warriors at Kame House had departed for their separate training regimens, leaving only Goku behind. He had decided to take a well-deserved vacation and simply enjoy some peaceful moments. The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon, painting the sea in brilliant shades of crimson and gold. The gentle waves lapped against the shore, their foam catching the dying light like scattered rubies across the sand.
Goku lay sprawled on the sofa, his chin resting in his palm as he observed Master Roshi kneeling before the television. The old master was completely absorbed in watching the weather woman deliver her forecast, his eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement.
Nearby, Bulma knelt at the low table, completely focused on some intricate device she was tinkering with. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, tools scattered around her as she worked. Goku found himself studying her profile—the way her big blue eyes narrowed in focus, her delicate nose scrunching slightly when she encountered a particularly challenging component.
A strange thought struck him suddenly. *She's... actually kind of cute.*
He'd never noticed before, probably because she usually drove him up the wall with her complaints and demands. But seeing her like this, absorbed in her work, he couldn't help but appreciate her features.
"She's cute when she shuts up," Goku muttered, not realizing he'd spoken aloud.
Bulma's head snapped up, catching only the tail end of his comment. "What? What did you say?"
"Nothing," Goku replied quickly, turning his attention toward Roshi, who was now attempting to peek up the weather woman's skirt through the screen.
The bathroom door opened with a soft click, and out stepped Mai and blue-haired Lunch, both wearing Lunch's clothes—a pair of shorts and a tank top. Since Mai was taller and more athletically built, the clothes fit her quite differently. The tank top hugged her toned frame like a crop top, revealing her flat midriff, while the shorts clung to her muscular thighs.
Goku rolled onto his back, hands clasped behind his head, his mind wandering to that mysterious voice he'd heard earlier. So many questions swirled through his thoughts, but his contemplation was interrupted when something blocked his view of the ceiling.
Looking up, he found Mai leaning over him, her chest hovering inches from his face. The shortened tank top left little to the imagination, and Goku could see the gentle curve of her breasts from below. She wore a mysterious smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"What?" Goku asked, feeling oddly unsettled by her proximity.
"Nothing!" she chirped, still smiling that enigmatic smile.
Goku didn't trust that expression one bit.
"Dinner will be ready soon, everyone!" Lunch called out in her sweet, innocent voice from the kitchen.
Mai straightened up quickly, the sudden movement causing her braless form to bounce noticeably. "I'll help you!" she announced, heading toward the kitchen area behind the sofa.
Goku heard a rustling sound beside him and turned to see Master Roshi creeping along on his knees. The old master positioned himself with his hands on the sofa's back cushions, peering toward the kitchen with a ridiculous grin and bright red cheeks.
"Isn't this nice?" Roshi sighed dreamily.
"What?" Goku asked.
Roshi jerked his head toward the kitchen. Curious, Goku propped himself up to look over the cushions.
Mai and Launch were working side by side in the kitchen, both wearing Lunch's shorts, but the garments looked completely different on each woman. Mai's toned, athletic build made the shorts sit snugly against her upper thighs, creating an appealing silhouette. Lunch, with her softer curves, filled out the shorts in an entirely different way—the fabric rode up slightly due to her fuller hips, creating a gentle crease that she occasionally had to adjust with her fingers.
"Yeah... I guess it is nice," Goku admitted slowly, a strange realization dawning on him.
For the first time, he was truly seeing these women—women who had been either clinging to him or irritating him—as genuinely beautiful by any standard. The thought puzzled him.
"Is it because of this new body? Puberty?" he muttered under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotizing curves and movements before him.
A deeper thought struck him as he watched them work. What if he never found a way back to his original world? He might have to build a life here, maybe even marry one of these women and have children. Back in his world, he had status, an empire, recognition—a comfortable life he'd built over years. But this was the first time in sixteen years of living in this world that he'd seriously considered a permanent future here.
His imagination began to wander as he studied Lunch. He pictured himself coming home from a hard day's work to find her waiting at the entrance with a bright smile. She'd take his coat, the house would be spotless, dinner would be ready, and she'd shower him with kindness. Three children with blue and dark hair would run to greet him—the perfect family.
But then... *ACHOO!*
In his imagination, Lunch suddenly transformed into her blonde, aggressive personality. The children turned blonde too, chaos erupted throughout the house, things started breaking, kids began crying, and Lunch was firing guns in the air, shouting at everyone to shut up.
Goku shivered, snapping back to reality. "Nightmare with the blonde version... but I bet the sex would be crazy," he murmured.
His gaze shifted to Mai, tall and athletic yet somehow innocent. "Mai's pretty straightforward," he mused. "Killer body, seems loyal, but that's about it." If he wanted security over excitement, she might be the safer choice.
He tried to remember other women he'd encountered, but his mind drew mostly blanks. There was Suno's mother, but since he'd seen Suno as a child, that didn't trigger any particular interest. Then he remembered Panchy, Bulma's mother.
"Oh yeah, she had quite the... assets, if I recall," he said, trying to convince himself his interest was purely innocent. "I should visit her and Suno's mom... just to check how they're doing, of course!"
The thought of Panchy naturally led him to consider Bulma. What would a future with her look like? He turned to study her, only to find her face inches from his, wearing a murderous glare.
"About time you noticed me," she said through gritted teeth.
Next to them, Roshi quickly slunk away, fearing for his life.
"Enjoying the view?" Bulma asked with dangerous sweetness.
"It's quite good, I have to say," Goku replied honestly.
Before he could finish his sentence, Bulma's fist came swinging toward his face. Goku reacted instantly, leaping up and landing smoothly on the ceiling before bouncing back through the window in one fluid motion.
Bulma remained frozen in her attack pose, seething with anger. Her gaze slowly drifted toward Mai and Lunch preparing dinner, her eyes focusing on their shorts. She looked down at her own skirt, then touched her hips with a frown.
---
Several minutes later, Roshi crept outside and found Goku sitting peacefully, gazing at the horizon where the sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and purples.
"That cloud looks like a beautiful woman!" Roshi declared, pointing at a formation in the sky.
Roshi looked at him. "Goku, do you remember what happened when Tambourine killed Krillin? What happened to me?"
"Well, I remember arriving to find them... Dead. You told me about the Dragon Balls being able to bring them back. But everything in between is darkness"
"For a moment there, your energy was overwhelming—it was crushing all of us. And your hair..." Roshi paused dramatically. "It was flickering golden."
"Golden?" Goku grabbed his hair, looking up at it with confusion. "What am I, some sort of lightbulb?"
"It might be something worth exploring when you seek greater strength," Roshi suggested.
They fell into comfortable silence, both watching the sun sink lower toward the sea, painting the water in shades of fire.
"You know," Roshi said suddenly, "I wonder if Lunch's boobs gets bigger when she sneezes."
"Shut up," Goku replied flatly.
"Dinner's ready!" Lunch called from the window, her cheerful voice carrying across the evening air.
"Yes, Lunch-chwaaaaan~" Roshi sang, practically skipping toward the house.
Goku sighed and followed him inside.
---
After they had devoured dinner, the girls immediately began talking about taking a bath together. Roshi's ears twitched noticeably, a light blush creeping across his cheeks.
Later, Goku and Roshi sat in the living room when the old master suddenly stood up and began tiptoeing toward the bathroom.
"By the way," Goku called out, "how are we going to split the sleeping arrangements? You only have one bedroom."
Roshi froze, his face reddening. "You take the sofa—it's perfect for you! I'll... sacrifice my comfort and squeeze in with the girls in the bedroom. For space efficiency, you understand."
Goku looked at him with complete deadpan expression. This old man actually thought that excuse would work. Deciding to play along, knowing exactly what would happen, Goku put on the fakest smile imaginable.
"Oh, thanks, Master Roshi! I hope the girls will agree to that arrangement."
"Yeah... no need to tell the girls," Roshi said nervously. "It's only natural that you get the whole sofa to yourself."
---
In the bathroom, Mai, Lunch, and Bulma were relaxing in the hot bath water, steam rising around them.
"Wow, Mai, your stomach is so flat! And those abs! Your body is so elegant!" Lunch exclaimed, admiring Mai's athletic physique.
"Stop it," Mai said bashfully, touching her own midsection. "Your body looks better, Launch. You have bigger breasts and wider hips—I heard that's what men prefer."
"What? No! It's just fat," Launch protested, touching her own curves self-consciously.
To the side, Bulma had sunk until half her face was underwater, her eyes comparing her own more modest proportions to her bathmates.
"Do you think Goku prefers your type of body?" Mai asked Lunch curiously.
Bulma's eye twitched at hearing those words.
"No way! Goku's a martial artist—he must like athletic bodies like yours!" Lunch replied to Mai.
Then she sneezed. *ACHOO!*
Her hair turned blonde as she looked around, taking in the situation. "Why isn't Goku in here with us?" she asked with slight annoyance.
"What?!" Bulma sputtered.
"I wanted to ask him, but I was too shy," Mai admitted, blushing so hard steam seemed to rise from her head. "It would have been better if he was here."
"This bath sucks!" blonde Lunch declared. "When I don't have him to cuddle with or things to destroy, I feel empty inside."
"You too!" Mai exclaimed. "When we were separated, I got used to always having him around. I kept feeling like something was missing!"
She hugged the empty air, as if embracing an invisible Goku.
Bulma watched them talk about Goku like he was oxygen and they needed him to breathe. *Why are they so attached to him? Goku is just an annoying, cocky, disrespectful, foul-mouthed little prick... Plus, I have Yamcha. He's taller and... okay, he's a little dumb and always focused on training instead of giving me attention. But Goku is stronger... smarter than Yamcha... funnier than him... I was supposed to prove Yamcha is better than Goku! Shit! Why am I so annoyed by this?*
"By the way, did you notice Roshi's eyes on us earlier?" Mai said, her happy expression replaced by annoyance.
"Yeah, that perverted old fuck! One day I'm going to put a bullet in him!" Lunch snarled.
Bulma's eyes widened with curiosity. "Wait a minute! I know it's annoying to be stared at by a pervert, but Goku was looking at you too—earlier in the kitchen, right next to Roshi!"
Mai turned with a big smile "really!? He was looking at me!?"
"That's true!" Lunch confirmed to Bulma. "But you're missing something important!"
"Yeah!" Mai agreed.
"What? What's different about perving on someone?" Bulma asked.
"When Roshi looks at you, his face gets disgustingly distorted—drooling, blushing, practically panting," Lunch explained. "But Goku? He always has that straight face, like he's not looking at you but through you, with those cold, intense eyes... Ahhhhh~"
She moaned softly, blushing as she sank her hands deeper into the water.
Bulma stared at her with a bewildered expression.
"Most men start blushing and getting flustered at everything," Mai added thoughtfully. "But him? I've never, ever seen him blush. Not once."
"What are you talking about?! Goku has blushed before when—" Bulma started, then her voice trailed off. After traveling with him and seeing her in multiple compromising situations, she realized with growing alarm that his expression never changed. He never blushed, never got flustered, never showed any typical male reactions.
She smacked both hands against her face. "Bullshit! He's a guy like any other—he's just good at hiding his perverted thoughts!"
Mai and Lunch looked at her with serious expressions and said in perfect unison: "He's not like everyone else."
"Fine then!" Bulma declared, standing up in the bath with water cascading off her. "I'll prove to you that he's just as perverted as every other man!"
The girls immediately perked up, placing their bets on Goku while Bulma wagered on his hidden perversion.
As they prepared to finish their bath, one final thought crossed Bulma's mind: *Why am I so obsessed with proving this?*
--
The three women emerged from the bathroom, steam still rising from their skin, their movements causing subtle bounces with each step. Their faces were set with determination as they spotted their target.
Goku was sprawled on the sofa, completely absorbed in watching television. The news was on, and a reporter's voice filled the room:
"Thank you, Hercule, for defending justice once again! In other news, residents in the southern districts have reported multiple sightings of a terrifying giant monster over several nights. Witnesses describe hearing bone-chilling roars and seeing massive destruction in its wake. Our field reporter is standing by with—"
Suddenly, a pair of thighs appeared in front of the screen, blocking his view completely.
"Move, I'm trying to watch," Goku grumbled, rustling around in his bag of chips without looking up.
The television clicked off.
"Wha—" Goku started, lifting his head to find Bulma standing before him with her fists planted firmly on her hips.
"Nap time!" she declared with authority. "Mai!"
Mai stepped forward with an apologetic smile. "Pardon me, Mister Goku."
Before he could protest, Mai effortlessly hoisted him over her shoulder like a sack of grain.
Goku sighed in resignation. "Lunch, at least grab my chips."
The procession began, with Bulma leading the way toward the stairs, Mai carrying Goku, and Lunch dutifully clutching his snack bag. Roshi watched the scene unfold with confusion, then got up to follow the group.
As they reached the bedroom, Roshi tried to squeeze through the doorway behind them.
"We have to squeeze—" he began hopefully.
*SLAM!*
Bulma slammed the door directly into his nose, sending the old master tumbling down the entire staircase with a series of painful thuds.
Now, with everything in place, Bulma was ready to execute her plan.
---
Mai gently placed Goku on the bed, then sat beside him, her thigh pressed against his. On his other side, Lunch settled in equally close, both women wearing their most revealing outfits.
Goku looked between them, sensing something suspicious but not quite understanding what.
Then Bulma began her performance. She walked slowly in front of them, making exaggerated motions that emphasized her hips, occasionally bending in ways that revealed glimpses of her curves. Her movements were deliberate and strange, designed to push up her chest and showcase her figure.
Goku watched with growing confusion before finally asking, "Is your... coochie itchy?"
"MY PRIVATE AREA IS FINE!!!" Bulma shrieked, her face turning crimson.
Goku turned to look at Mai, who had been staring at him intently. The moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away and leaned backward, slowly rolling up her tank top as if she were overheated. A bead of sweat traced down her toned abs, disappearing beneath her shorts that rode dangerously low on her hips.
Goku raised an eyebrow and turned to Lunch. She was doing the same thing—using her finger to pull down her tank top, revealing more of her cleavage while stealing glances at his face.
Goku's expression darkened slightly as realization dawned. *Oh, I get it... They're testing me. For what, I don't know, but it's pissing me off.*
Then something changed in Goku's demeanor. He turned to look at Mai with a slow, deliberate movement. His expression was unlike anything they'd ever seen from him—his mouth slightly open, his normally sharp, calculating eyes now round and sparkling with an almost innocent sadness. His eyebrows drew together in the most endearing way.
"What are you three doing?" he asked in the softest, most vulnerable voice they'd ever heard from him.
Mai immediately cracked. "AHHHH! I CAN'T RESIST!!" She threw her arms around him, pressing his face against her breasts. "Bulma told us she wanted to prove that you're like other men—a pervert!"
"TRAITOR!!!" Lunch and Bulma shouted in unison.
Goku found himself trapped in Mai's embrace, his head nestled between her breasts while his back pressed against her abs, his feet dangling helplessly. He wore an expression of mild annoyance despite his compromising position.
"Why do you want to prove I'm a pervert?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"Because all men are!" Bulma shouted, blushing furiously. "And they only want one thing! S-s-sex!"
Goku looked at her seriously, still tightly held by Mai, who was now rubbing her face against his hair. "That's true... You're right. Ultimately, men do want sex. But women do too—they might not seek the same type, but they want it just as much. Here's my question: if everyone is something, doesn't that something become the norm ?"
His philosophical tone was somewhat undermined by the fact that he was still dangling from Mai's chest.
"Yeah! But some men are so obsessed with it, it's gross!" Bulma said defensively.
"Again, true. Those men who act like that are perverts. But women can be just as perverted," Goku replied calmly.
"I've never seen one!" Bulma protested.
"I have seen one. The worst kind," Goku said with his eyes closed.
"Who?! You can't prove it!" she challenged.
"She's in this room... and that's you."
"Me?! What the hell are you talking about!"
"Weren't you the one who went on an adventure to gather the Dragon Balls to get the perfect boyfriend?" he asked teasingly.
"Geh?" Bulma's face went pale.
Mai and Lunch looked at her with newfound understanding.
"And if you got that perfect boyfriend, what were you planning to do?" Goku continued with a knowing smile.
"Geh! Geh!?" Bulma had no response. Lunch and Mai looked at her with something resembling pity.
"I-I was a kid! I was only sixteen! You know how sixteen-year-olds think!" she said desperately, approaching them. They backed away from her.
"My point is," Goku said, "everyone has desires and kinks. Y'all are not mine, so forget about making me blush."
Lunch fell to the ground, devastated by what sounded like a declaration that they weren't beautiful enough for him. Bulma clenched her teeth at his apparent rejection. Mai, however, was too focused on breathing in his scent and nuzzling his neck to properly hear what he'd said.
Goku's fluffy tail swished behind him and behind Mai leg as Bulma crossed her arms and demanded, "Yeah! And what exactly IS your type of girl?!"
Lunch's ears perked up. Mai, still holding him, began breathing harder and blushing more intensely.
"Well... it's complicated," Goku said thoughtfully.
Mai's grip began to loosen slightly.
"What do you mean complicated?! It's simple! Big boobs, round ass, long legs, the mature type, the shy type?" Bulma rattled off examples.
Behind Goku, Mai's breathing became increasingly labored. Her mouth fell open, her face flushed red and hot, her eyes beginning to roll back as her body trembled.
"That's teenager thinking. Those aren't my priorities," Goku sighed.
In the background, Lunch approached Mai with concern. "Are you alright?"
"YOU ARE A TEENAGER!!!" Bulma stated the obvious.
Mai began making muffled sounds in the background.
"Yeah... I'm a teenager... true..." Goku said slowly, just as Mai released him and collapsed onto the bed, sweating profusely, her face red and her breathing heavy, eyes rolled back.
Goku landed on his feet, grabbing his tail and wiping it clean on the bed sheets. "Anyway, even I don't know my type. It's something that changes... And when there's love, there's no need for types~" he said with an obviously fake, saccharine smile.
Bulma looked at him with complete deadpan expression. "Stop..."
"Yeah, I was bullshitting just now," he admitted matter-of-factly.
Lunch looked between the almost-passed-out Mai and Goku, not understanding what had just happened to her friend.
Goku pulled out a futon, placed it on the ground, and climbed in. "Anyway, I'm going to sleep!"
Lunch immediately raised her hand high. "I SLEEP NEXT TO HIM!"
Hearing no protests, she turned to see Bulma standing with her arms crossed, deep in thought with a scheming expression. When she looked at Mai, she saw her friend getting up unsteadily, her hands on her shorts.
"Excuse me," Mai said with a small smile and a very red face, "I need to use the bathroom."
Bulma remained lost in thought, possibly planning her next move. All three of them eventually settled down for the night.
After a little while, Mai returned from the bathroom, looking refreshed and composed once again.
After deciding on the sleeping arrangements, they settled in for the night—Goku and Lunch sharing the futon while Mai and Bulma took the bed. Next to the bed sat a window overlooking a large palm tree that swayed gently in the evening breeze.
As the night progressed, the tree's movements became more pronounced, swaying faster and more violently. Through the window, a bright light began to appear—the reflection of the moon bouncing off something shiny and round climbing up the trunk.
"Just a little more... fufufu," came a creepy chuckle from outside. The shiny object was revealed to be Roshi's bald head as he climbed higher up the palm tree, trying to get a better view into the bedroom window.
"Argh! I can't see anything!" he complained, squinting against the moon's reflection on the glass. Determined, he climbed even higher, causing the tree to bend precariously toward the window.
"Hohoho! Those are some nice pichi-pichi gals!" he exclaimed with perverted glee.
Inside, the room was indeed warm, and Lunch had clung to Goku during her sleep.
"Lunch... I'm burning up here," Goku muttered drowsily.
"With desire?!" Lunch asked excitedly, suddenly more awake.
"Shut your horny ass up!" Goku retorted, pushing her away from him.
Outside, Roshi witnessed this exchange and bit down on his beard with pure jealousy. "Lucky little...!!!" Driven purely by his perverted energy, he climbed even higher, making the tree bend dangerously close to the window. He could just start to make out the shorts Mai was wearing.
"Almost... *pant*... almost!" he wheezed, blushing furiously.
But then he went too far. The tree bent so much it reached its breaking point and snapped back like a catapult, launching Roshi in the opposite direction. A branch caught his shorts on the way, leaving him flying butt ass naked toward the ocean with a distant *splash*.
---
The Next Morning
Goku woke early as usual, and when he opened his eyes, he noticed something peculiar. "I wonder if they turn blue too," he mused, staring at Lunch's spread legs, which were somehow positioned upside down across him.
During the night, Bulma and Mai had somehow migrated from the bed to his futon. Their shorts had ridden down and their tank tops had shifted up in their sleep. Goku carefully pushed aside this "debris of flesh" and got up to take a relaxing shower in the bathroom.
When he emerged from the shower, he found Roshi sleeping on the sofa, his hips moving at an incredible speed, creating actual smoke from the friction.
"Damn, that's impressive!" Goku said with genuine admiration before heading to the fridge. He grabbed three bananas and went out to the beach, settling into a lounge chair to relax.
After a few minutes, the others began to wake up. Lunch cheerfully prepared breakfast for everyone to eat on the beach.
"Say, Roshi," Goku said casually while digging into his meal, "let's do that boys' night out today."
Roshi immediately straightened up, trying to hide his excitement. "Yes... why not?" he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.
"What do you mean, boys' night out?! So we're not invited?!" Bulma demanded, clearly pissed off.
Mai looked at Goku with disappointment, while Lunch continued eating with her usual cheerful smile.
"I mean, yeah, that's what 'boys' night out' means... only men," Goku replied matter-of-factly, continuing to eat his breakfast.
"You little...! Fine then! Tonight, me and the girls are doing a girls' night! Right, Mai?" Bulma declared defiantly.
Mai looked confused, but when she glanced at Goku and felt a strange pinch in her stomach, she caught on. Bulma cleared her throat delicately.
"So, Lunch, didn't you mention wanting to try that new club downtown?" she said with practiced casualness, buttering her toast with exaggerated nonchalance.
"Oh yes!" Lunch beamed with genuine enthusiasm. "The one with the pretty lights and dancing! When should we go?"
Mai nodded along, trying to look equally natural. "We should definitely dress up for it. I heard it's quite... upscale." She shot a sideways glance at Goku, who remained focused entirely on his food.
"A girls' night out sounds perfect," Bulma continued, raising her voice slightly. "Just us three, having fun, meeting guys and stuff." She paused meaningfully, waiting for some reaction.
But there was nothing. Goku continued eating without so much as a glance in their direction.
---
After a few hours, the bathroom door swung open and Goku stepped out, adjusting the sleeves of his bomber jacket like he'd been born wearing it. The silver chain caught the light as he tilted his chin up with that cocky grin. His wild hair remained untamed, his sneakers spotless, and he moved with the exaggerated swagger of Saiyan.
Mai's eyes widened as she joined her hands together. "Mister Goku! You look sharp—"
Before she could finish, Bulma pulled her aside with a menacing look. "Girls! Let's go get changed!"
---
The bedroom door opened and the three women stepped out, each moving to her own rhythm. Bulma adjusted the hem of her short skirt as her cropped jacket framed her small waist, her toned legs catching the light with every confident step.
Mai followed, straight-backed and poised, her long black dress hugging the curves of her hips before flowing sleekly to her ankles. A strategically placed slit offered the faintest glimpse of thigh as she moved with graceful precision.
Last came Lunch, rolling her shoulders as an orange jacket slid loosely over a snug yellow top that showed off her figure perfectly. Her ripped jeans clung at the hips before loosening down her legs, completing the effortlessly cool look.
Together, their outfits carried both sharp edges and playful fire—each one styled to make their presence impossible to ignore.
Mai and Bulma turned discreetly to see Roshi looking at them with his usual perverted grin. He approached Mai, clearing his throat with exaggerated seriousness.
"Mai... for old time's sake, can you give me a pafu-pafu?" he asked hopefully.
Mai realized what he meant and blushed furiously before swinging her hand and delivering a sharp slap. Bulma immediately followed up with another slap that sent Roshi flying across the room.
Goku approached the scene and stopped in front of Roshi, who was now sprawled on the ground. "Don't you have anything other than that musty suit?" he asked.
"What's wrong with this suit?" Roshi mumbled from the floor.
Goku sighed and gave up on the idea of making Roshi dress better. "Fine, whatever. Let's just get going before the night gets old."
He turned on his heel, bomber jacket swishing, and headed out the door without so much as a backward glance at the girls' carefully curated outfits.
Bulma's face twisted in frustration, her cropped jacket suddenly feeling too tight as she watched him completely ignore how her short skirt hugged her curves. Mai bit her lip, adjusting her black dress's slit self-consciously, while Lunch just shrugged, her ripped jeans and yellow top still radiating effortless cool.
"This little...!!" Bulma muttered through gritted teeth, steam practically rising from her ears.
---
Goku and Roshi made a beeline for the capsule plane parked on the beach. The compact vehicle popped out from its capsule with a familiar whoosh, and Roshi climbed into the pilot seat with a lecherous grin.
"I'm so excited! I can't wait! Hey, don't forget to back me up!" Roshi revved the engine, that perverted grin lighting up his face as he gripped the controls.
But before they could lift off, the girls came stomping out with Bulma leading the charge.
"Hey! Wait up!" Bulma yelled, waving her arms frantically. "We have to share the plane—there's no other one around!"
Mai nodded vigorously, her long dress flowing behind her, and Lunch bounced along, already humming a cheerful tune.
Goku blinked, mid-throttle. "Huh? Yeah, okay, let's go."
Bulma wasn't taking no for an answer anyway. She shoved her way into the back, dragging Mai and Lunch with her. The plane was cramped, but they squeezed in—Goku up front with Roshi, the girls piled in the rear with knees knocking and outfits rumpling.
As they took off into the twilight sky, Goku scratched his wild hair. "First, let's swing by your place, Bulma. I want to grab Oolong... I don't want to be stuck alone with..." He pointed with his eyes toward Roshi.
Bulma rolled her eyes but didn't argue, directing him toward Capsule Corp headquarters.
Mai fidgeted with the slit in her long black dress, her cheeks tinged pink as she leaned toward Bulma and Lunch. "Um... girls? What exactly do we do at this club? I've never really... been to one like this before," she asked shyly, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting nervously.
Bulma perked up, spotting her chance. She raised her voice just enough to carry to the front—making sure Goku could overhear without it seeming obvious.
"Oh, Mai, it's simple! When the guys start talking to us—and trust me, they will, looking like this—we just entertain them. You know, innocent stuff. Like chatting, maybe holding hands if they're cute... and at worst, a little kiss. Nothing big, just fun!"
Lunch's eyes went wide, her orange jacket slipping off one shoulder as she clapped her hands to her cheeks. "A kiss? With a stranger? Oh gosh, that sounds so... so bold! What if they have cooties or something?" She giggled innocently, but her face flushed bright red as she fanned herself.
Mai turned even redder, her poised demeanor cracking as she buried her face in her hands. "K-kissing? I... I don't know if I could do that. What if it's awkward? Or... or what if they expect more? This is all so new!"
Up front, Goku overheard the whole conversation and couldn't hold back a hearty laugh, nearly choking on his banana. "Hah! Holding hands and kissing? That's your idea of entertaining guys at a club? Man, Bulma, you're thinking way too innocent—like we're back in kindergarten or something!"
Bulma whipped around in her seat, her short skirt hiking up as she glared daggers at him. "What the hell's so funny, you muscle-headed moron? Spill it!"
Goku waved her off, still chuckling as he steadied the plane. "Nothing, nothing! Just... yeah, sounds like a blast. You girls have fun with that." He grinned to himself while Bulma fumed and the plane continued toward the neon lights of the city below.
---
The plane touched down smoothly on the sprawling lawn of the massive dome-shaped house, which gleamed under the evening lights. Goku hopped out first, stretching like he owned the place.
"Oolong! You in there? Get dressed up—we're hitting the town!"
The door swung open, and out waddled Oolong in his usual suspenders, with Pu'ar floating beside him with a sleepy yawn.
"Dress up? For what, another one of your crazy adventures? Pass—I ain't wearing no monkey suit."
"No, you fat, disgusting pig, we're hitting the clubs tonight," Goku replied, slightly irritated.
Oolong's eyes lit up immediately. He knew they were going to see girls, and with Goku and his silver tongue leading the way... He ran back inside with Pu'ar following behind him.
Before Goku could say anything else, a bubbly voice echoed from inside. "Goku, dear! Is that you? My, it's been three whole years!"
Panchy, Bulma's mother, came fluttering out in her signature frilly dress, blonde hair bouncing as she threw her arms around Goku in a warm, enthusiastic hug. Her ample figure pressed against him with naive charm and carefree energy.
Goku froze for a split second, then his face lit up with that playboy smirk. "Panchy! Looking as radiant as ever. Time's been kind to you—heck, it's been downright generous." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her slightly closer than necessary, his voice dropping to a smooth rumble. "Missed seeing that smile of yours. What's a guy gotta do to get a home-cooked meal around here sometime?"
Mai and Bulma's jaws dropped. Lunch grabbed her cheeks in shock. "Oh my!" The guy who had ignored them when they were practically naked in front of him was now falling directly into the arms of a middle-aged lady—and Bulma's mother, no less.
Panchy giggled, oblivious as always, fanning herself with one hand. "Oh, you flatterer! I'd love to whip up something special for you—maybe my famous strawberry shortcake? We could chat all night!"
From the doorway, Dr. Briefs poked his head out, cigarette dangling from his lips as he chuckled heartily. "Hah! Look at the kid go. Got more game than I did at his age. Go on, Panchy, show him some hospitality!"
Goku leaned in even closer, his silver chain brushing against her as he whispered something that made Panchy blush and titter. "You're something else, you know that? Carefree like the wind, but with a spark that could light up the whole city."
Panchy beamed, twirling a lock of hair. "Aww, Goku, you're too kind! I do try to keep things light and fun—life's too short for worries!"
Bulma, watching from the plane's doorway, felt a hot spike of jealousy twist in her gut. Her mom's naive charm was one thing, but seeing Goku flirt like that—right in front of her—made her blood boil.
"Hey! Hands off, you ape!" She marched over, grabbing Goku's collar and yanking him away with surprising force. "Mom, Dad, we're leaving!"
Oolong and Pu'ar came running back out, now dressed for the night.
Panchy waved cheerfully. "Have fun, dears! Come back soon, Goku!"
As Bulma dragged him away, Goku kissed his index and middle fingers and blew the kiss to Panchy with a wink.
---
Goku adjusted his collar where Bulma had grabbed him, grinning obliviously. "What? I was just being polite."
Bulma huffed, crossing her arms over her cropped jacket. "Polite, my ass. Let's just go already."
"Okay then, Roshi, Oolong, and I are going," Goku announced before noticing Pu'ar floating nearby, eyes getting wetter and wetter like he was about to cry.
"What's wrong? You can't come with us—it's boys only. Go with the girls," Goku said, trying to console him.
Oolong crossed his arms with a little smirk. "Pu'ar is a boy."
"Wha— I'm sorry... Are you serious?!" Goku exclaimed before quickly inviting him. "So girls, see you in the morning, I guess!"
He began leading the group away before Bulma stopped Pu'ar.
"Hey, Pu'ar, let me adjust your bow tie," she said, fiddling with the blue cat's clothing. A small *click* was heard before Pu'ar smiled and followed the group again.
"Bulma, I don't care about clubs. I just accepted because I thought we were going to stay with Mister Goku," Mai said quietly.
Bulma smirked and pulled out a device with a blinking dot moving across the screen. "Don't worry, Mai. We'll be staying closer to him than he thinks."
The group walked through the bustling streets with Oolong leading the way—he was the only one who knew the city well enough to navigate. Pu'ar floated alongside while Roshi walked next to Goku, all following their impromptu guide through the urban maze.
Suddenly, Roshi's usual perverted demeanor shifted to unusual seriousness. He looked directly at Goku and asked, "Why are you ignoring them? The girls back at the house—they're clearly attached to you."
Goku met his gaze with an emotionless stare, then looked back down at his feet as they walked. A smile without warmth crossed his face.
"I'm not someone to be liked," he said coldly, effectively shutting down the conversation.
Roshi and Pu'ar exchanged confused glances. They'd known Goku for years, witnessed what he'd accomplished—saving the earth multiple times, even if that wasn't always his main objective. They'd seen him care about the people around him. This cold dismissal didn't match the person they knew.
Before anyone could respond, Oolong shouted excitedly, "Here we are! Where South City lives the nights!"
The entertainment district spread before them like a neon wonderland. Towering signs in every color imaginable painted the night in electric hues—pink, blue, gold, and green lights reflecting off wet pavement from an earlier drizzle. Well-dressed young people crowded the sidewalks, their laughter and chatter mixing with pulsing music that spilled from various establishments.
Elegant women in designer dresses stepped out of luxury cars, while groups of men in expensive suits made their way toward exclusive entrances. Escort services advertised discretely through well-dressed hostesses stationed near upscale hotels, and cabaret signs promised sophisticated entertainment for those with refined tastes.
Roshi and Oolong's eyes practically popped out of their heads as they took in the scene, drooling and blushing at the sheer abundance of beautiful women.
"Say, Goku! Where do we start?!" Roshi asked excitedly.
Goku sighed, then lifted his head with a smile, hands on his hips. "Okay, boys, follow me!"
He began scanning the area with calculating eyes. "There, that's where the real players end up after midnight—CEOs' daughters, foreign heiresses, that level."
"How the hell do you know this?" Oolong demanded.
"Shit, look at those prices," Oolong whispered, staring at the velvet rope and intimidating bouncer outside the exclusive rooftop club. "Fifty thousand zenny just to get in, and that's before drinks."
"Maybe we should try somewhere else," Pu'ar suggested nervously, floating behind Roshi's shoulder.
"Are you kidding? Look at the quality walking in there!" Roshi practically had hearts in his eyes watching elegant women glide past the entrance.
From about twenty feet away, they watched Goku survey the scene with calculating eyes. Two stunning women who looked like they'd stepped off magazine covers were approaching the entrance, flanked by two massive bodyguards in black suits.
"Oh no," Oolong groaned. "He's not seriously gonna—"
But Goku was already moving, intercepting the group with confident strides.
"This is gonna be painful to watch," Roshi muttered as they saw the lead bodyguard immediately step forward, palm raised in the universal "stop right there" gesture.
The trio watched from their distance as Goku seemed to be talking, gesturing casually while the bodyguard looked stern and unmovable. One of the women glanced over with what appeared to be mild annoyance.
"Yeah, he's getting shut down hard," Oolong shook his head. "Should we go help—"
"Wait," Pu'ar interrupted, squinting. "Something's changing."
Indeed, the bodyguard's posture had shifted. He was leaning in closer to Goku, his expression moving from hostile to... curious? One of the women had turned fully around now, her body language completely different.
"What the hell is he saying?" Roshi whispered in amazement.
Within another thirty seconds, the impossible happened. The bodyguard actually *bowed* to Goku. Both women suddenly rushed forward, each grabbing one of his arms, apparently arguing over who got to escort him inside.
Goku turned back toward his shocked friends and gave them a casual wave and that trademark cocky smirk, as if turning two bodyguards and celebrity-level women into putty was just another Tuesday.
"Gentlemen," he called out, "we're in."
The three friends stood there, jaws agape, as Goku disappeared through the entrance with his new entourage.
"What... what just happened?" Pu'ar asked weakly.
Inside the Club
The interior was a study in sophisticated excess. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across polished marble floors, while plush velvet seating areas were arranged around low tables of dark wood and gold accents. The bar stretched along one wall, backlit bottles creating a rainbow of liquors that would cost more per shot than most people made in a day.
Beautiful people lounged in every corner—models with legs for days, men in thousand-dollar suits, and women whose jewelry caught the light like captured starfire. The music thrummed at just the right volume—loud enough to feel alive, quiet enough for intimate conversation.
In the VIP corner on the left, Goku sat like a king on his throne, legs crossed with casual authority. The two celebrity-like women flanked him like he was holding court in an exclusive hostess club. With a simple hand gesture, he summoned Roshi and the others to approach.
They moved forward like they didn't belong there—which they didn't—settling into the plush seating beside him. Oolong and Roshi were practically vibrating with excitement, seeing all the beautiful women around them. Pu'ar, overwhelmed and shy, flew toward Goku's shoulder to hide.
But a group of gorgeous women spotted him immediately. "Oh, you're so cute! Can I get a hug?"
Before anyone could react, Pu'ar was snatched up by eager hands, crying for help as he was passed around like a living stuffed animal.
Roshi and Oolong watched with excitement as Pu'ar got dragged into the crowd of admirers.
Suddenly, Oolong transformed into a handsome man with chiseled features and perfect hair. "I'm going in!" he announced confidently.
Goku didn't even look at him. "It's not gonna work. Being handsome isn't gonna change your disgusting personality."
Oolong ignored him and swaggered over to a stunning brunette. Within seconds, she smacked him across the face and turned away in disgust.
He came crawling back, literally on his knees. "Please, Goku-sama! Guide me!" he begged.
Goku gestured for him to come closer and whispered something in his ear.
"What?! I'm not gonna say that!" Oolong recoiled, looking weirded out.
Goku gave him that trademark grin and cocky expression that brooked no argument.
Still in his handsome form, Oolong reluctantly returned to the same girl who had just smacked him. She was still visibly annoyed with him. He leaned in and whispered whatever Goku had told him.
Goku and Roshi watched intently from their VIP section.
"This gal just smacked him—this is not gonna wor—" Roshi started to say.
Suddenly, the girl jumped up, throwing her arms around Oolong's neck, her face blushing as she pressed inches away from his, looking like she was about to melt.
"How?!" Roshi shouted, drawing stares from the women next to Goku.
The girl's friends, who had witnessed her smack Oolong earlier, approached with protective anger. But Oolong, gaining confidence, whispered Goku's magic words to them as well. Like magic, they all started blushing and crowding around him.
Roshi jumped out of his seat and fell to his knees before Goku. "Please! Give me this ancestral technique!"
In the background, *POOF!* Oolong's transformation ran out, and he reverted to his original pig form.
"Hoho! He's gonna get smacked again," Roshi chuckled with anticipation.
"Are you sure about that?" Goku asked with a knowing grin.
Nothing happened. The girls remained surrounding Oolong, now even more fascinated by his adorable pig form.
"My teaching is flawless and eternal," Goku declared, practically glowing like a Buddha statue.
This got Roshi even more excited. "Are you ready, child?" Goku asked solemnly.
Roshi nodded so fast he hurt his neck.
Goku once again leaned in and whispered into Roshi's ear. The girls and even the bodyguards tried to listen but couldn't make out the words.
"Huh?! What's that? Are you sure?" Roshi looked perplexed.
"It worked well for Oolong!" Goku insisted.
Roshi started skipping toward a group of attractive women with newfound confidence. From the distance, Goku and the others watched as Roshi approached the first woman. She immediately smacked him. Then he whispered Goku's famous technique, and received an even harder double-slap combo.
Goku's eyes widened in shock. "What the?! This is not possible!"
Roshi looked back at him desperately, and Goku made frantic gestures to try another woman. Same execution, same results—another smack. Six women total, twelve slaps by the end.
Goku stared at his hands, mortified, his world crumbling around him. "I-I can't believe in anything now... My technique!" He clenched his fists, actual tears forming in his eyes.
One of the women sitting beside him looked at the scene with deadpan expression. "I think it's more about the person than the technique," she said matter-of-factly.
Bulma, Mai, and Lunch followed the tracking device's signal to the entrance of the nightclub, their designer outfits catching the neon lights of the entertainment district.
"This is it!" Bulma announced, checking her device.
"I'm not really enjoying these kinds of places," blue-haired Lunch said with a sweet smile.
"Me neither," Mai agreed quietly.
"Yeah, well, we're not here to enjoy this place, but to prove a point!" Bulma insisted, trying to convince them.
"What point exactly?" Lunch asked innocently.
"Well, that... um... that playing hard to get—he'll lose you two!" Bulma stammered, making things up as she went along.
Just then, a leaf carried by the wind grazed Lunch's nose. *Achoo!*
Her hair turned blonde as she sneezed, and her personality shifted instantly.
"So by entering the club and getting approached by other men, it'll provoke something in him and show his true feeling toward y'all" Bulma declared.
Mai and Lunch looked at her with clueless stares.
"As much as I want Mister Goku for myself, I know it's not going to happen," Mai said matter-of-factly.
Lunch nodded in agreement, her blonde hair catching the streetlight.
"What do you mean you want him?" Bulma asked, her eyes widening.
"I'm in love with him," Mai stated simply.
Blonde Lunch nodded enthusiastically. "Me too!"
Bulma's jaw dropped as she blushed furiously. "What?! How—wha—who—why?!"
"Why I love him?" Mai touched her cheek, a soft blush spreading across her face. "I don't know if it's love, but... I love the way he doesn't look at me directly, his coldness, and then out of nowhere he shows that he cares about you."
Bulma stared at her. "Isn't that a toxic relationship? And you?" She turned toward Lunch.
"Me? Fuck! I love the chaos he brings, that no-mercy attitude! But more than that—those eyes, those cold eyes. He doesn't look at you, but he's reading you... ahhhhh~" Lunch wiggled with excitement.
Bulma looked at her with slight disgust, then watched both women practically melting with love over Goku. She found herself thinking about him too. *Why do these girls love him so much? Alright, he's cute and strong and reliable, sometimes funny... No! He's an annoying little prick, like an annoying little brother!*
"Anyway, let's go in!" Bulma declared, heading toward the entrance.
The trio approached the club, drawing stares from everyone around them. The bouncer immediately stopped them.
Lunch and Mai tensed, ready to draw weapons to remove this obstacle between them and Goku, but Bulma stopped them with a raised hand.
"I'm Bulma. My dad owns the biggest company in the world—Capsule Corp," she said with princess-like arrogance, showing him her ID.
The bouncer's eyes widened in recognition, and he immediately stepped aside.
---
Inside, Oolong was sitting with his three admirers, enjoying himself immensely. Roshi lurked behind them, trying to sneak peeks and get a taste of the action. Goku sat alone, sipping his drink with a bored expression.
Pu'ar finally escaped from the clutches of his female admirers and floated back to the group, noticing Goku's withdrawn demeanor.
"What's up, Pu'ar? Done already?" Goku asked with a small smile.
"Done with what exactly? Anyway, why do you seem bored?" Pu'ar inquired.
Goku looked surprised, then smiled before taking another sip and turning his gaze toward the superficial world surrounding them. "Well, it's complicated... It's not my cup of tea," he said, avoiding the details.
Pu'ar floated closer. "Is it because of your original world?"
Goku stopped mid-sip, his eyes widening as he turned to face Pu'ar. "How do you know about that?"
"What? I was there when you asked Shenron to return you to your original world. Don't you remember?" Pu'ar said innocently.
"Oh yeah, I remember," Goku replied, turning back to his glass.
"What did your previous world look like?" Pu'ar asked curiously.
Goku looked at him with an amused smile. "Well, it depends on who you ask. For me, it was grey, tasteless, and boring. I used to try to find stimulation in dangerous things... seducing married women... destroying lives for a night of pleasure..."
Pu'ar watched him, not understanding everything but recognizing that Goku didn't like his previous self.
"It sounds like an awful world! If you don't like it, why did you ask Shenron to go back?" Pu'ar asked.
Goku's jaw tightened, his hands gripping his glass. The memories came flooding back, and his voice grew harder with each word.
"You know what I was doing at sixteen in my world, Pu'ar? Poor kid with an alcoholic dad and a sick mom." His voice was quiet, almost distant. "I had two choices—stay at the bottom or claw my way out."
The anger crept into his voice as he continued. "So I did whatever it took. Worked three jobs, sold myself to rich women who wanted a young boy. Four hours of sleep studying law."
His voice grew louder, more intense. "Then years of eating shit from people who looked right through me. Smiling while they stepped on my face. I built everything from nothing, Pu'ar. Every contact bled for, every piece of respect earned through pure pain."
He was getting carried away now, the memories fueling his rage. "Grinding. turning myself into someone that people notice !. And then some cosmic bullshit just takes it all away? You think I'm gonna let that slide? i built this shit ! Brick by brick--"
He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly aware of who he was talking to. Pu'ar was just floating there, listening with those big innocent eyes, trying to understand but clearly overwhelmed by the intensity.
Goku took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "...I guess I don't want my efforts to go to waste."
There was a moment of silence. Then Pu'ar, in his simple, innocent way, asked the question that cut straight through everything:
"Couldn't you build a better life here?"
Goku paused, staring at the small blue cat. "It's not that deep... Don't take my rambles too seriously," he said with a forced smile, taking another sip.
Just then, three beautiful women entered the club—Bulma, Mai, and Lunch.
"Look, Goku! It's Bulma and the others! What a coincidence!" Pu'ar exclaimed.
"Yeah... a coincidence," Goku replied dryly.
The girls began scanning the area before their eyes locked onto Goku and Pu'ar. Immediately, Lunch tried to run toward Goku before getting pulled back by Bulma, who dragged them toward the bar instead.
The three women didn't go unnoticed—almost every man in the club looked at them, but Mai drew particular attention. Her tall, athletic body was emphasized by her tight black dress and long dark hair. Even the women were staring.
Without wasting time, they were approached by a group of handsome, wealthy-looking men.
"What's up, girls! Looking nice tonight! Want to join us at our table?" one of them said with blindingly white teeth.
Bulma smiled and looked flattered, occasionally stealing glances at Goku to gauge his reaction. Mai and Lunch started getting annoyed.
"No," they both said flatly.
Bulma grabbed Mai's arm. "Okay, let's go to your table!" she said enthusiastically, pulling Mai along. The men followed, with Lunch reluctantly trailing behind.
At the wealthy men's table, each woman was positioned next to one of the guys. The plan was simple: make Goku jealous by appearing to have a great time with other men.
"So, baby, you must be a model or something," the first guy said to Bulma, his gold watch catching the light. "I mean, with a body like that, you could be on magazine covers."
"Oh, you're too kind!" Bulma replied with an exaggerated giggle.
The second man leaned toward Mai. "You know, I own three sports cars. Maybe you'd like to go for a ride sometime? I could show you what real horsepower feels like." He winked obnoxiously.
Mai forced a smile, her eye twitching. "How... exciting."
The third guy focused on Lunch. "Hey gorgeous, you've got that wild look in your eyes. I bet you're a real firecracker in bed, aren't you?"
Lunch's trigger finger was already itching, but she managed to maintain her fake smile. "You could say that."
"I bet you ladies have never been with real men before," the first guy continued. "We could show you what you've been missing. Money, power, the finer things..."
Bulma's smile was becoming increasingly strained, while Mai looked like she was about to be sick. Lunch's eyes were taking on a dangerous glint.
---
Meanwhile, back at the VIP section, Pu'ar floated closer to Goku. "Those guys look like trouble. Should we be worried?"
Goku glanced over at the girls' table, his expression unreadable. "I'm not worried about the guys," he said calmly, taking another sip of his drink.
"Then what—"
"I'm worried about Lunch killing them."
Back at the girls' table, things escalated quickly. The first guy, emboldened by alcohol and arrogance, placed his hand on Bulma's thigh.
*SMACK!*
Instinctively, Bulma's hand flew across his, slapping it away hard enough to leave a red mark.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" she started to backtrack, trying to stay in character.
But it was too late. The guy next to Lunch made the same move, reaching for her leg.
Lunch jumped back like a coiled spring, her hand moving to her jacket. "DON'T TOUCH ME PUSSY!!!"
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
Three gunshots rang out as Lunch's Colt appeared in her hand, bullets flying toward the offending men.
Time seemed to fracture.
The moment Lunch's finger squeezed the trigger, Goku's eyes locked onto the scene from across the club. The world around him slowed to a crawl—the pulsing music became a deep, distorted drone, the flashing lights stretched into long streaks of color.
His right foot pushed off the marble floor with explosive force. The fabric of his sneakers couldn't handle the sudden acceleration—the sole began to smoke and tear as his foot drove through it like paper. His left foot followed, the expensive footwear disintegrating under the sheer friction of his movement.
The first bullet left Lunch's barrel in agonizing slow motion, a brass shell spinning lazily through the air as hot gases expanded behind the projectile. Goku's body cut through the crowd like a knife, people's shocked faces blurring past as he weaved between them.
His shoes were completely gone now, shredded behind him like confetti. His bare feet hit the floor with each step, leaving brief scorch marks on the polished surface.
He arrived at the table just as the bullets reached their targets. His right palm opened, fingers spread wide. The first bullet struck his palm with a metallic *ping*, flattening against his skin like putty. The second followed, then the third—each one compressing into a harmless disc of metal.
Without breaking rhythm, his left hand moved to Lunch's wrist, gently but firmly prying the gun from her grasp and tucking it inside his bomber jacket.
Time snapped back to normal speed.
The flattened bullets clinked as they hit the table. Goku stood there in his torn socks, wisps of smoke still rising from his right palm.
"Where are my shoes?!" he said loudly, looking down at the destroyed remnants scattered across the floor.
"DARLING!" Lunch threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Mai and Bulma turned to see Lunch clinging to Goku, shocked by the sudden appearance and gunshots. Roshi had seen Goku move but couldn't follow his speed, while everyone else saw absolutely nothing.
Goku looked down at the scattered pieces of his expensive footwear. "Fuck! Those were expensive! And it's your fault!" he said, looking down at Lunch still hanging from his neck.
She smiled with her tongue out, making a teasing face. "Then punish me, daddy."
"Freak," Goku muttered, scooping her up in a princess carry and jumping down from the table, heading back to his section barefoot.
The guy who had touched Bulma's thigh stood up, pointing his finger at Goku. "What the fuck, dude! That's my prey! You better give her back!"
Goku turned sideways and asked Lunch, "Want to go back?"
She pouted, shaking her head vigorously while hugging him tighter.
Goku looked back at the guy with a smirk. "You heard her."
The man got up and ran toward them, grabbing Goku's arm. "Don't fuck with me, dude! You don't know who we are!"
Goku's eyes slowly looked down at the hand grabbing him, then slowly moved up to meet the man's face. Mai jumped up from her corner, running toward them.
"Remove your dirty hand—" she said furiously.
"Son-kun! Don't—" Bulma shouted at the same time.
"Goku, restrain yourself—" Roshi called out.
They couldn't finish their sentences before the guy's face caved in—nose bent, teeth flying—as he was flung back into the table, breaking it and spilling drinks on the other two men. Bulma jumped aside to avoid the debris.
One guy got up, but the other remained seated, calm despite being soaked in alcohol.
"Don't touch me," Goku said coldly, still holding Lunch, who was delighting in his cold demeanor.
"Ah... you fucked up," said the sitting man calmly, his fingers steepled despite being wet from the spilled drinks.
Goku stopped, hearing what sounded like a threat, and turned to him with mild annoyance. "Huh?"
"You're in deep shit. You don't know who I am or who my father is," the man said confidently.
Goku dropped Lunch and started walking toward him. Seeing him approach, the guy maintained his smirk. "It's too late to apologize. You're dead."
Goku continued walking slowly, offering no response. The guy started worrying. "Are you stupid? Can't you talk?"
But Goku kept walking, and suddenly the man began sweating and getting scared as Goku's aura pressed down on him.
"My father has the strongest people around him! One phone call and it's done for you!" he stammered.
Goku twitched at that information. The guy saw it and regained confidence. "Y-yeah! So maybe if you apologize, I'll let you go!"
Goku approached until he was close enough and kneeled down. "Now give me your apology." Said the guy.
But instead, Goku grabbed the man's hand and lifted his head, revealing cold eyes. "No, like you said, it's too late for apologies."
The guy got chills, trying to pull his hand away, but it didn't move an inch. "Go ahead, call your papa and tell him that if he doesn't send those strong guys, you'll be dead."
Trembling, the man reached for his phone and finally got his father to answer. After explaining the situation, his father was furious and promised to send everyone he knew.
When the people in the club heard that reinforcements were coming, they all evacuated, leaving only Goku's team.
Goku took the phone. "You have ten minutes, by the way," he said to the father.
"Just you wait—" the father started.
"One minute passed," Goku interrupted, pushing his thumb against the guy's pinky and bending it backward with a sickening crack. The man started screaming.
"What was that?!" the father demanded before Goku hung up.
Roshi and Bulma came over. "What are you doing?!" Bulma demanded.
Goku let go of the man's hand and started dusting himself off. "I was joking," he said casually.
"Joking?! Is that backwards-bent finger a joke too?!" Bulma shouted.
"That's a lesson for his own good—to watch his mouth in the future," Goku said. He looked at Bulma with a serious expression tinged with vulnerability. "And... this hand touched you... I couldn't..."
Hearing those words, Bulma blushed and lost her ability to speak. "I—w—you—"
Then Goku's cheeks puffed out before he let out a giant laugh. "Bwahahaha! Your face!"
Bulma started strangling him, red with embarrassment.
The sound of rotors grew louder and louder—helicopters, then sounds that could be tanks and marching footsteps. Goku turned to his team, hands in his pockets.
"Visitors! I bet that's for me. Go in the back," he said.
They went to hide, leaving only Goku and the injured son.
The entrance exploded, creating a cloud of dust. Thirty soldiers entered with weapons raised, laser sights painting red dots through the smoke. Behind them came an older man in an expensive suit.
"Where is my son?!" the father shouted.
"Daddy!" the injured young man called out.
"Wait, mister, we need to evaluate the threat," a deep voice said. A tall, athletic black man in a suit entered after the father.
"Commander Black! Find my son and kill that asshole, and then you'll get your investment to create the Neo Red Ribbon Army!" the father commanded.
Black smiled at the mention of funding. "Don't worry, mister! I'll show you what the N.R.R.A. is capable of!"
As the dust and smoke began to dissipate, the soldiers made out the silhouettes of a young man and a distinctive tail. The father spotted his son, who started running toward him.
"Daddy!" the son cried as his father hugged him.
"Commander Black! Kill him!" the father ordered.
Black gave the order to open fire. Thirty rifles opened up in unison, spraying bullets toward Goku's silhouette in the smoke.
But Goku was already moving, dodging left and right like he was teleporting, effortlessly weaving through the gunfire. He reached the first line of soldiers, punching and knocking them out one after another. The soldiers couldn't understand what was happening—he'd be on one side of the line, then disappear and appear in front of someone else, smacking them downward, their heads crushing into the ground with their legs lifting into the air.
In the back, Commander Black and the father couldn't get a good view and didn't know what was happening, but they could hear the screams of the soldiers. As Goku continued his advance, the remaining soldiers lost their nerve and fled the club.
Goku continued walking toward Commander Black, who saw his silhouette—the spiky hair, that confident walk, and behind him, a monkey tail swaying. Black started sweating bullets as PTSD hit him hard.
Finally, Goku emerged from the smoke with that trademark smirk. Black's knees gave out, and he fell to them.
"I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you! I promise if I knew, I wouldn't have intervened!" he said, his voice trembling.
"What?! What are you doing, Commander?!" the father shouted.
Goku looked at Black—this guy seemed to know him, but he truly had no clue. He decided to keep silent about it.
"I don't care. Your son told me you have the most powerful people. Don't tell me it's them," Goku said, pointing behind him with his thumb at the unconscious soldiers scattered across the floor.
They all looked and saw the massacre.
Then they turned their gaze toward him.
The smoke had almost swallowed Goku entirely—his form was barely a shadow in the thick, churning darkness. But two burning red lights pierced through the smoke.
Ki gathered behind his eyes, intensifying the crimson glow until it became almost unbearable to look at. The energy darkened the skin around his sockets, creating hollow black circles that made those blazing orbs seem to float in empty space. And through it all—a smile.
The red light danced across his jacket, painting it in shifting shades of blood. His silver chain caught the glow and threw it back in wicked gleams, each link pulsing like a heartbeat. The illumination carved his silhouette from the smoke—wild hair, broad shoulders, that predatory stance.
The three men felt their blood turn to ice. The rich father's legs buckled. His son pressed himself deeper into his papa, whimpering. Commander Black's military composure shattered completely as he stared into those hellish eyes floating in the darkness.
Slowly, deliberately, Goku raised his hand. One finger extended, pointing directly at them through the smoke.
"I am the strongest"
The three men shook on the ground as Goku approached the father. He squatted to his level and extended his hand for a handshake. The father, trembling, was forced to extend his hand in return.
Goku grabbed it and shook it with a smile. "Nice to meet you, mister rich man! Now we're friends. If I need something, can I come see you?" His happy face was pure horror to the father.
"O-of course!" the father stammered, knowing in his eyes that this was not someone to play with.
Goku stood up and looked sideways across the nightclub. "Guys! Let's go home!"
A small crowd emerged from the back—Bulma, Mai, Launch, Oolong, Roshi, and Pu'ar. They all ran toward Goku, with Bulma and Oolong hiding their faces, fearing reprisals. Lunch was panting—the spectacle Goku had offered her had made her night.
They all headed out, leaving the three men finally alone. A breath of relief filled the air as the son jumped on his father, crying, and the father finally regained his courage enough to yell at Black.
"How?! Why did you freeze up?!" he screamed, but Black was focused on something else. Something had grown in him—a seed of ambition. When he looked at Goku's retreating back, he clenched his fist.
"This is it! He is the only person in this world I can work under!" Black said with determination. Goku was the one who could fulfill his objective of world domination.
He got up, his eyes burning with purpose. "Those eyes... he didn't even remember me. I need him to notice me. I will make him notice!"
The father was still yelling, but Black looked at him and told him he quit. Then Black took his own path, following his new obsession.
Goku and the others walked back home in silence, the night air still carrying traces of smoke and tension from the club. The only sound was their footsteps on the pavement until Oolong clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Just a little bit more and I could've—"
*Smack!*
He got hit in the back of the head, cutting off his complaint.
When they arrived at Capsule Corp, Roshi climbed into the plane and settled into the pilot's seat. Goku was about to follow when Bulma stopped him.
"Hey, Son-kun, why don't we stay here at my house instead? There's a lot more room," she suggested, gesturing toward the massive dome-shaped building.
Goku turned and looked at the huge house. It wasn't a hard decision. "Yeah, okay. I need some peace."
He started walking toward the entrance before Roshi called out to stop him.
"Goku, don't forget to visit Kami-sama. If he summoned you, it must be really important."
Goku stopped, hands in his pockets, still barefoot from his destroyed shoes. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm planning to go."
Roshi then looked at Lunch, blushing slightly. "You're not coming with me?"
"Huh? Why would I? Is Goku going to be there?" she said, shutting him down completely.
They all went inside the sprawling house. Bulma was absolutely exhausted from the night's events. Goku approached her as they entered.
"Give me a room. I want to be alone," he said.
Behind him, Lunch and Mai looked shocked to hear this news—both had clearly hoped to spend more time with him.
Bulma yawned tiredly. "I don't know... go upstairs and pick whatever," she said, dragging her feet as she spoke.
"Welcome back!" came a cheerful voice from the laboratory area.
Dr. Briefs was still up working, a cigarette dangling from his lips as usual. They greeted him briefly before everyone headed to separate rooms for the night.
Goku went upstairs and took the last door at the end of the hallway. He turned the handle and stepped inside, the door creaking softly behind him in the quiet night.
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The air was warm and scented with something floral. He spotted Panchy lounging on the massive bed, her skimpy nightgown hugging her curves—a thin, lacy thing that left little to the imagination, with tiny panties peeking out as she shifted her legs. She didn't even flinch when he walked in, instead, her eyes lit up with that bubbly smile of hers.
"Oh, Goku! You're back ! Are spending the night?" Panchy chirped, setting her magazine aside without a care in the world. She stretched lazily, the nightgown riding up her thighs a bit more, but she made no move to fix it. Goku understood he got the room wrong "Oh, Mrs. Brief, yeah thanks for having me" he said politely, unusual "Come on in, sweetie. Make yourself at home!"
Without another word, flopped onto the mattress face-down, sprawling out on his belly. His tail swinging lazily, thick and muscular from all that training, swinging back and forth in a slow, hypnotic rhythm—hard as steel yet flexible, thumping lightly against the sheets.
Panchy giggled, her gaze drifting to that swaying fluffy tail. coiled power wrapped in fur "My, my, Goku... that tail of yours is something else. So strong and... lively." She scooted closer on the bed, her carefree nature kicking in as she reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing the tip. It twitched under her touch, and she let out a playful gasp. "Ooh, it's even harder than it looks! Does it always swing like that when you're relaxed?"
Goku glanced over his shoulder, his grin widening as he flexed it just a bit, making it curl teasingly near her hand. "Heh, yeah, it's got a mind of its own sometimes. Go ahead, grab it if you want, it will respond if it likes you." He settled deeper into the pillow, nonchalant as ever, while Panchy's cheeks flushed with curiosity and a hint of mischief. Her hand wrapped around the base, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then Goku wrapped loosely around her wrist, pulling her a tad closer. "See? Told ya it's lively."
Panchy's laughter bubbled up, but her touch lingered, stroking along its length with growing intrigue. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? I could play with this all night..." The bed creaked as she leaned in, her nightgown slipping off one shoulder.
Panchy sat cross-legged on the bed, her fingers tracing the furry length of Goku's tail as it swayed lazily. The texture was fascinating—soft fur over unyielding muscle, like petting a wild animal. She gave it a playful tug, and Goku let out a low chuckle, his eyes half-lidded from the edge of sleep.
"Heh, keep that up, and I might not wanna leave," he murmured, his voice relaxed. With a subtle flex, he wrapped his tail gently around her arm, the tip brushing up to caress her cheek in a surprisingly tender motion. It was almost romantic.
Panchy's eyes sparkled with amusement, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she leaned into the touch. "Oh, Goku, you're such a charmer! Who knew tails could be so... affectionate?" She stroked it back, her carefree vibe turning the moment into something light and flirty, just pure, bubbly enjoyment.
But Goku was tired and the caress wasn't helping. Goku's eyelids drooped, and before long, he was out cold, snoring softly into the pillow, his body sprawled nonchalantly across the bed. Panchy's touch on his tail lingered, his subconscious reacting to the stimulation.
Panchy's playful strokes on Goku's tail had put him deeper into sleep, but his subconscious stirred wildly, dreams of intense battles fueling the tail's erratic energy. What started as a gentle twitch escalated into something more aggressive—the thick, muscular tail whipping back and forth between her breasts with sharp, fast thrusts, violent enough to make her nightgown strain and snap open at the front. Her ample bosom bounced free, jiggling wildly with each forceful stroke, the furred tip smacking against her skin like a relentless piston. Panchy's eyes widened in shock, her carefree amusement turning to flustered surprise as she gasped, "O-Oh! Goku, your tail—it's so... intense!"
She tried to grab it, but the tail was too quick, diving deeper between her cleavage before surging upward in a brutal arc, forcing its way between her lips and into her mouth with a rough shove. The thickness filled her, muffling her yelps as it pumped in and out a few times, slick with her sudden saliva. Blushing furiously, Panchy panted around it, her breaths coming in hot, ragged bursts. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, coating the tail in a glistening sheen as she instinctively sucked lightly, her mind reeling from the unexpected roughness. "Mmmph—wh-what's happening?" she mumbled when it finally pulled free, leaving her lips shiny, her chest heaving as she wiped her chin, a mix of confusion and heated thrill in her eyes.
Before she could catch her breath, the tail coiled around her waist with a powerful yank, flipping her over onto her stomach in one swift, dominant motion. Her butt was thrust up into the air, the tiny panties riding high and exposing her curves completely—the thin fabric barely covering anything as her nightgown hiked up around her hips. His tail, now slick and dripping from her drool, resumed. It slapped and thrust between her thighs with the same violent rhythm, grinding against her panties in sharp, back-and-forth motions that made the fabric soak through instantly. The wetness from the tail mingled with her own growing arousal, the rough friction building an overwhelming heat that left her squirming and moaning softly. "Ah—Goku, it's too much... so rough!" she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as the tail's hardness pressed deeper, teasing and tormenting without mercy.
Panchy's thoughts fragmented under the onslaught—her carefree flirtiness dissolving into pure, mindless sensation. She couldn't think straight anymore, every sharp thrust erased coherent ideas, leaving only the pounding rhythm, the slick slide, the burning ache between her legs. Her body trembled, panties drenched and clinging, her panting turning to desperate gasps.
As her vision blurred and her body reached its limit, Panchy turned her head weakly to look at Goku, still snoring peacefully, his face calm and oblivious. Her own face was flushed, lips parted in a dazed, pleasure-drunk smile, eyes half-lidded with ecstasy as she watched him sleep, the sight anchoring her in the overwhelming haze. Finally, overwhelmed, her eyes fluttered shut, and she collapsed beside him, passing out in a haze, her body curled against his as the tail finally stilled, wrapping loosely around her like a possessive embrace.
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