[March 15th DxD/November 5th DBT]
Rousing simultaneously in seven separate beds, the Vahn that had slept in his master bedroom looked to his right, where Orihime was quietly snoring in a furry, white, cat-eared hood, matching paw-pad gloves that stretched up to her upper arms, baby blue stockings, and a similarly blue thong with a tail attachment that interfaced with the wearer's brain waves to emulate the movements of an actual cat's tail.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead...you've got school this morning..." hummed Vahn, turning toward and spooning Orihime with his left hand cupping her right breast and his lips pressing to her shoulder.
"Just turn on the time dilation as you leave..." groaned Orihime, causing Vahn to exhale faintly from his nose before planting another kiss on the voluptuous redhead's shoulder. As he had predicted, Orihime had lost a lot of her motivation to continue attending High School after giving birth to their daughter, Ichika. However, at twenty-three years old and having spent five years apprenticing under Yoruichi, Tsunade, and Grayfia, it was understandable that she would find High School mundane.
Teleporting rather than crawling out of bed, Vahn took a moment to pop his neck, roll the joints in his arms, and stretch his lower back a few times before donning his usual yukata and preparing to depart. Before doing so, he adjusted the time compression dial to its maximum of ten times, giving Orihime upwards of twelve hours to rest, wake up, and decide whether to skip or attend school for the day.
"Good morning, Master," greeted the Sisters lining the corridor outside of Vahn's room, their voices and movements perfectly synchronious as they bowed at the same angle. Witnessing this put Vahn in a playful mood, so before continuing on his way, he affirmed, "It's a fine morning, indeed. But it would be even finer if you closed ranks."
Reacting to Vahn's statement, the Sisters moved nearly in concert, raising their heads and taking two steps forward before turning around and once again bowing their heads, this time giving Vahn a miraculous view of their fair and perky asses in two lines. It was a sight to behold, and after taking it in for several seconds, Vahn smiled, relaxedly extended his hands out to his sides, and caressed the butts of each Sister as he passed...
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"These dispensers developed by Punk Industries take up a huge amount of space, but they're super convenient," remarked Bulma, watching as the dispenser in question prepared the curry meal set she had requested in a pair of white pleated booty shorts, a red rashguard top with bright yellow sleeves and her name sewn across the chest in white lettering, and a pair of sunglasses that sat atop her head.
"Can't argue with that," responded Vahn, modeling a partially unbuttoned white beach shirt and turquoise swim trunks with starfish patterns. Since she discovered that he could clone himself, Bulma had been insistent that they spend more time together. Fortunately for him, she had outgrown the impulse to show him off and instead came to the palace to make use of its private facilities.
"So, what do you want to do after eating...?" asked Bulma, picking up her tray and smiling provocatively up at Vahn as she proposed, "Ride jet skis or ride each other?"
"I am 100% committed to doing whatever you want to do," affirmed Vahn, mirroring Bulma's smile and casually giving her right ass cheek a squeeze as he teased, "Because I'm both willing and able when spending time with a beautiful woman like yourself..."
"Hey, now, what did I tell you about keeping your hands to yourself when we're in public?" asked Bulma, her words lacking bite as she couldn't help smiling.
"I blame gravity and magnetism...the force of attraction was simply too great..." responded Vahn, closing his eyes with a particularly cheeky smile on his face.
"You little flirt, you..." hummed Bulma, giving Vahn a gentle bump with her shoulder before they sat next to each other at a circular table that offered a great view of the Pavilion's private beach. Specifically, they were at the beach resort that the Pavilion had constructed in her world, which, at that moment, had only about a dozen other people present, as it was typically used for scheduled events.
"Anyways, you should probably know that Chi-Chi girl showed up at my dad's place yesterday," revealed Bulma. "She's evidently been searching for you. I think the reasons why are pretty obvious."
Raising his gaze thoughtfully, Vahn outwardly mused, "Yesterday was her birthday, but our agreement was that I'd show up on her eighteenth. She should have just turned seventeen."
Averting her eyes and tempting the straw of her pumpkin spice frappe with her lips, Bulma revealed, "She may have contacted me a while ago, and I might have told her about the Lookout and the Room of Spirit and Time..."
"Stabbed in the back by my own hyperintelligent wife..." hummed Vahn, causing Bulma to flush, as, while they hadn't had a large ceremony, they had made their vows atop a special cushioned altar with her in a special, exceedingly sexy version of a wedding dress.
"Well, you did effectively promise to make her your wife..." argued Bulma. "Besides, you know what kind of person Chi-Chi is. She won't give up, and even if fate course-corrected her to marry Goku, you've seen what kind of future she has to look forward to. Someone who's happily married doesn't spend most of their on-screen time screeching at the top of their lungs or desperately trying to get their superhuman martial artist husband and son to live like normal humans. She clearly just wanted Goku home more, but I imagine he'd disappear for months at a time without contact, only to show up out of the blue and ask what's for dinner."
"Like Vegeta..." appended Vahn, noticing Bulma's irritation and knowing her well enough to understand that she wasn't the type to get upset on another's behalf. She wasn't a total narcissist, but her wants, needs, and interests were unquestionably her top priorities.
"Screw Saiyans, in general..." grumbled Bulma, blowing into her straw and causing her drink to bubble up temperamentally.
"They do cause a lot of problems," conceded Vahn, nodding. But since he didn't want to feed into Bulma's burgeoning Xenophobia, he took her drink from her hands, drew his face closer to hers, and softly muttered, "But it's a person's actions, shaped by their upbringing, that make them evil. There are kind and compassionate Saiyans, just as there are cruel and malicious humans...you're too intelligent to condemn people for things they have no control over..."
"You're not wrong..." affirmed Bulma, narrowing and eventually closing her eyes fully as she leaned in, anticipating a kiss. Vahn readily complied, and since that was generally all it took to flip Bulma's switch, their beach date was invariably cut short, seguing into a penthouse tryst...
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"I'm so nervous...what if he doesn't come..." Chi-Chi muttered to herself, looking visibly anxious as she adjusted her long hair for the umpteenth time in front of a mirror in her room at the Brief's estate, this time tying it up into a high ponytail with a red ribbon. Bulma had confidently assured her that Vahn would appear, but now that she had a better understanding of who and what he was, she wasn't sure she qualified to become one of his wives.
"That's quite the outfit..." remarked a deep, reverberating tone that Chi-Chi vaguely recognized. To her surprise, she didn't startle upon hearing it. Instead, she felt relief wash over her as she turned to find Vahn smiling at her with his natural smolder, his tall, lean, and muscular body garbed in a casually worn black yukata with a coiling dragon pattern around the base, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his pecks.
"You came..." muttered Chi-Chi, instinctively pulling down the front of her notably revealing qipao dress. Its base was a bluish-purple with a red trim that matched the ribbon in her hair, the bands wrapping her forearms, and her flats, but the red-knotted buttons were open to highlight her bountiful cleavage, and the skirt barely covered her crotch, leaving part of her very shapely ass exposed with high slits that made it apparent at a glance that she wasn't wearing panties.
"You've spent two years diligently training to become my wife...there's no way I couldn't reward such earnestness..." remarked Vahn, approaching a lot closer than Chi-Chi was expecting, casually sliding his hands along her soft and exposed outter thighs and slipping them under her qipao to give her well-trained ass a squeeze. Even without the Pavilion's resources, she had managed to increase her Power Level to 337 in her attempts to catch up and even surpass Grayfia's power, so to say she had been working and training hard would be a tremendous understatement. And she did it all to be worthy of a place at his side...
"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that..." confessed Chi-Chi, her face flushing, but her demeanor strikingly calm as she wrapped her arms around Vahn's neck and shoulders with a genuine smile and a look of adulation in her shiny black eyes. And though it was her first time, she reacted naturally as Vahn tilted his head and leaned in for a kiss—having practiced with various fruits so she wouldn't come across as awkward or clumsy when the time came to put theory into practice.
With Chi-Chi unabashedly raising and wrapping her legs around his waist as he hefted her by her soft but resilient ass, Vahn walked backward with her toward the nearby bed. The intensity of their kiss naturally intensified, but Chi-Chi retained her spatial awareness, uncrossing her ankles as Vahn reached the bed's edge, allowing him to sit and her to straddle him on her knees, clearly anticipating what was to come.
Though he had originally planned to get to know Chi-Chi a bit more, Vahn couldn't ignore her zeal. Thus, as they continued making out with her soft and malleable breasts indenting against his collarbones, he freed his cock from its confines and allowed it to smack against her cheeks. The moment it did, he could feel the heat and faint moisture emanating from her pussy as her arousal increased by the second.
Breaking free of Vahn's lips, Chi-Chi both surprised and simultaneously met his expectations by hotly asserting, "I want to bear your child...and this time, I won't make the same mistakes as with Gohan..."
"I have full confidence in your abilities..." hummed Vahn, causing Chi-Chi's eyes to sparkle and the broadest smile he had seen her display thus far to blossom across her face. After seeing what she could become, she swore never to follow in the footsteps of her anime and manga self. Instead, she would continue to grow stronger so that, rather than waiting at home and stressing out over the fate of her planet and loved ones, she could defeat their enemies herself.
With such thoughts in mind and her excitement continuing to increase, the least noticeable at a glance but undoubtedly most meaningful change to Chi-Chi's appearance swished excitedly behind her. Since the potential of humans in her world seemed insignificant compared to that of many other species, she and Bulma had used her safely stowed away Dragon Balls to wish that she were half Saiyan. Thus, as her hazel-brown, well-groomed, monkey-like tail briefly straightened behind her, a hot, unrestrained groan emanated from Chi-Chi's throat as Vahn guided his startlingly hot glans to the entrance of her pussy, allowing her to boldly shift her weight onto her butt and drop her hips, unabashedly enveloping the entirety of his cock in a single go...
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While his other selves were relaxing and enjoying the finer things in life, at least one Vahn was diligently attending his self-imposed duties as Dragon God. In particular, he was waiting to meet a guest who, after learning how thoroughly the Revolutionary Army had routed the World Government with the Pavilion's backing, expressed an interest in meeting him.
'Mmn...I was aware that she thinks very highly of herself, but to arrive this late to an audience she requested...' Vahn mused, lying atop the cozy sofa he had originally been sitting patiently as the nearby wall clock chimed to indicate two hours had passed since the intended time for the meeting. If he didn't know that his guest was still in the middle of the palace tour she had requested, he would have already left.
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Without bothering to knock or announce her arrival, Vahn's guest finally arrived two hours and forty-six minutes past the time she was scheduled, her glossy, dark purple heels clicking evenly across the marble flooring as she approached confidently and sat on the sofa opposite him. There, she sat back, crossed her arms under her large and symmetrical breasts, and casually crossed her markedly long and fair left leg over her right, stating, "Your palace is a great deal grander than I had anticipated. You will surely forgive my late arrival, won't you? After all, I'm beautiful."
Instead of rising to a seated position, Vahn turned his head to meet the gaze of his guest, the leader of Amazon Lily and widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in her world, One Piece's renowned Pirate Empress, Boa Hancock. She was a bit top-heavy with a 111cm bust, 61cm waist, and a 91cm hip-line, but it was balanced out by her 191cm height, seductively long legs, and refined, effortlessly haughty features, consisting of narrow, dark blue eyes, naturally plucked brows, glossy, peach-colored lips, and a head of long and lustrous black hair that framed her face down to her chin and cascaded down her back to her butt. Notably, the red, pink-trimmed, Kuja-style V-neck blouse she was wearing had an exceptionally deep cut, and since they were in the real world and not an anime, the interior edges of her unblemished, pale pink nipples were visible to anyone who dared to look. Adorning her shoulders was a fluffy white coat, and veiling her lower body was a red, ivy and flower-patterned pareo that primarily covered her right leg, leaving her left leg and most of her hip exposed—making it clear to the bold that, much like her lack of a bra, she wasn't wearing panties...
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