There she was.
Panchy sat in the corner at her vanity, wearing a silk night robe that concealed almost nothing. Her thick thighs were completely visible, the robe riding up. The side of her rear pressed against the chair, skin shiny with lotion.
Her belly wasn't flat, just a little bit of natural softness that gave her that mature, motherly figure. Her ample breasts arched upward, no bra beneath the robe, creating faint creases in the silk that hinted at everything underneath.
She was applying cream to her skin when she noticed his presence. She turned her head slowly, that carefree, disconnected expression on her face. Then recognition dawned. The faint creases on her robe became more pronounced, creating subtle shadows.
Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together in response. A genuine blush colored her cheeks, followed by a warm smile.
"Goku~"
Goku noticed her then. Without realizing it, his hand shot up with blinding speed and crashed into his face, creating a small shockwave, the most epic facepalm.
"I should've known."
Panchy stood and approached him, rising on her toes to reach his neck height. "How was the date? Why are you here? You're spending the night?" She fired off questions without letting him respond, bouncing on her toes, making her ample chest bounce with each movement.
Goku's hands came up and grabbed her shoulders, completely cupping them. She gasped, something in her body tingling at the contact.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm going to spend the night here. I need to shower first," he said with a slightly strained smile before slipping past her into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and let out a deep sigh.
"What the fuck is wrong with him? What's wrong with her?" Goku muttered, pulling off his polo shirt, revealing his broad chest. "And what's wrong with me?" he added, removing his pants and underwear, looking down at his body's obvious response to the situation.
He stepped into the shower, water raining over him. "I didn't used to get riled up this easily... I'm 19 now. My body needs it, I think."
After a few minutes, Goku turned off the faucet. He dried himself and wrapped the towel around his lower body, his tail emerging from underneath. He pressed his hand against the visible bulge in the towel, trying to make it less obvious before that woman saw.
He emerged from the bathroom, skin shiny with moisture, every muscle defined. Panchy gasped.
"Ma'am, don't you have some pajamas for me?"
She regained her composure. "My, honey... my husband's clothes won't fit that- fit you. But maybe a large one will work."
She went to the closet, bending over with her legs straight. Her night robe sliding to the side, giving Goku a full display of her tight panties hugging her curves, the fabric parting slightly. But there was something else, on her pink panties was a darker pink patch, a wet spot.
Goku's 19-year-old body responded immediately, creating an outward bulge in the towel.
"Ah! Found it!" Panchy said, turning toward him.
Now facing away from her, Goku extended his arm backward to grab the pajamas. His hand grabbed something soft and yielding, sinking deep.
"Hahn~" she moaned.
He immediately recognized what he'd grabbed, her breast. He instantly withdrew his hand and snatched the pajamas. "Thanks, ma'am," he said quickly, retreating back into the bathroom.
She watched him go, eyes following his thick tail swaying left and right.
Inside the bathroom, Goku stared at his hand. "I grabbed her breast instinctively... Puberty is scary." With his training and combat instincts, he would never have missed his target even reaching backward. That meant his body had chosen to grab it on purpose.
He shook his head and examined the pajamas. Just pants, no top. "What the hell? These look small."
He pierced a hole with his finger for his tail, then pulled them on. They were tight, so tight they looked like compression shorts, ending just under his knees. But the worst part was between his legs. The thin fabric traced every contour.
"Fuck it," Goku muttered.
He emerged from the bathroom and went directly to the bed, lying down on his back with his hands behind his head, trying to pretend everything was normal.
Panchy turned off her bedside lamp and climbed into bed next to him.
"Goodnight, hun~"
Goku turned onto his side, giving her his back. "Goodnight."
Her eyes caught sight of his tail in the darkness. She approached slowly and delicately touched it with her fingers, blushing.
Goku felt her touch. His tail moved past her fingers, sliding along her palm, then wrapping around her arm. The thick tip came close to her face, caressing her cheek gently.
She blushed deeper and smiled at the tail's affection.
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Goku slept deeply, his breathing slow and heavy. Panchy held his tail loosely in her hands, feeling it twitch beneath the soft fur, like a sleeping muscle stirring awake. She smiled and stroked it gently, feeling the warmth, the pulse of life running through it.
Then Goku's eyebrow twitched. His forehead creased slightly.
The tail came alive.
It moved through her grip with sudden energy, sliding back and forth on its own, completely random, no intent behind it. Just dream-driven movement.
"Oh my~ such energy," Panchy whispered, blushing as the thick tail pulled her hand along with its restless motion. "What's wrong, Mr. Tail? Are you dreaming too-"
Before she could finish, the tail surged upward, the thick tip shoving past her parted lips and into her mouth. The girth forced her jaw wide, stretched her completely, cheeks bulging around the thickness. Rough, coarse fur filled her mouth, pushing deep, dragging across her tongue.
Her eyes went wide but she didn't pull back, her hands flew up, gripping the base as the tail thrust deeper into her throat. "Mmmhmfff!" she tried to say, the sound muffled and wet, her tongue pinned flat beneath the weight of it.
The motion didn't let up, rough and relentless, plunging in short jerky strokes that hit deep, making her gag hard, throat convulsing as she swallowed around it. Saliva flooded her mouth instantly, hot, soaking the fur until it glistened and dripped.
Spit bubbled at her stretched lips, spilling in thick strands down her chin and neck with each brutal thrust. Drool pooled between her breasts, everything slick, wet, and messy.
It turned messy fast, like a sloppy. The tail drove deeper on the next thrust, pushing into her throat. The tip pressed deep as her throat muscles clenched around it, milking the thick length involuntarily.
Panchy's face burned crimson, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from gagging, but a low, moaning hum vibrated in her chest, half protest, half reluctant pleasure. The coarse fur dragged through her mouth.
She bobbed her head slightly to match the rhythm, cheeks hollowing on each stroke, lips stretched taut around the girth. More saliva gushed out in thick ropes, dripping down her chin and onto her exposed cleavage, pooling in the valley between her breasts.
Finally, with a sharp yank, the tail pulled free. The suction broke with a wet smack, leaving strings of thick saliva bridging her swollen lips to the glistening tip, sticky strands that stretched and snapped one by one, some landing warm on her tongue.
Panchy gasped for air, chest heaving, drool trailing from her open mouth down her neck in shiny streams, pooling in the valley between her breasts.
The tail hovered inches from her face, twitching and slick, the fur matted and dripping wet. She panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, but a breathless laugh escaped. "You play rough, Mr. Tail~"
The tail, still glistening and dripping with saliva, settled in front of her. Panchy gasped for breath, chest heaving. Her puffy nipples reacted, those naturally swollen mounds growing even fuller beneath the thin silk, the dome-shaped flesh tightening.
Then the tips pushed through, emerging from the soft centers and hardening into stiff points that tented the robe.
The tail didn't stop. It whipped back into motion, still dripping wet, moving wildly. Panchy grabbed for it with both hands, but it was too thick, her fingers couldn't quite meet around it.
The wet fur bucked in her grip, jerking lower until it dragged across her chest. The friction caught her robe and pulled it open.
Her breasts spilled free, bouncing with each pass of the soaked tail. Her puffy dome-shaped mounds hypersensitive. When the wet fur dragged across them, her nipple tips pushed out hard.
The tail kept moving randomly, wild swings up and down. It dropped suddenly to her thighs.
"Be careful there, Mr. Tail~" Panchy murmured, but she parted her legs slightly anyway.
The thick length wedged between her smooth, shaved inner thighs. She gasped. Her bare skin was so sensitive, every touch of the fur felt electric. The tail pressed firmly against her, the girth grinding between her legs.
The tail rubbed against her tight panties, the thin fabric already stretched over her. The heavy strokes pressed her outer lips flat through the cotton.
Each grind built friction, heat spreading until wetness soaked through. The damp fabric wedged between her folds, outlining her shape. She gasped as the tail kept grinding, the pressure building with each pass.
The tail pushed harder, the tip landing on her outer lip where bare skin showed at the edge of her panties. It shoved against the elastic until the fabric shifted aside, exposing her completely.
The cool air hit her exposed inner lips, pink, glistening, and soaked. The hot fur pressed directly against her bare flesh, no barrier, just fur on wet skin, making her cry out.
"Oh my~ Goku, my boy, your tail is so bold~" she breathed, voice trembling. Goku was having a bad dream, the tail kept moving randomly, wild, erratic swings with no pattern. It landed where her inner thigh met her body, then jerked sideways.
The thick tip accidentally caught between her inner lips, wedging shallow into her entrance. She gasped. It was stuck, the thickness trapped tight between her folds.
Then it moved again, pulling back roughly, and popped free with a wet sound. "Ahhhh~" she cried out as it happened again, the random thrashing making it catch and penetrate shallow, her lips spreading around it, then releasing as it jerked away.
Each time it got stuck and pulled free, a fresh gush of wetness spilled down her thighs.
Panchy's face shifted through expressions, eyes half-lidded and hazed, mouth slack as she panted.
The tail kept thrashing randomly, no control, no intent. Sometimes it ground hard against her most sensitive part. Sometimes it missed completely. Sometimes it caught between her folds and got stuck, wedged tight before jerking free.
The randomness made it worse, she couldn't predict when it would hit that spot, when it would catch and stretch her entrance. The pressure built in chaotic waves.
Her thighs quaked, hips twitching uselessly, trying to chase the sensation but unable to control the wild, random movements. Wetness soaked everything, the fur, her thighs, the sheets, Goku's back. She was dripping, desperate, completely at the mercy of the tail's unconscious thrashing.
The tail kept grinding, the fur rubbing directly against her now. The pressure built in waves, making her thighs shake. Her breathing came faster, hands clutching the sheets as the sensation coiled tighter inside her.
When it hit, her back arched off the bed. "Ohhh~ Mr. Tail!" she cried out softly. Waves crashed through her body, soaking the sheets and drenching the tail's fur. She shuddered and gasped, then slumped back, completely spent.
The tail went still at last, limp and wet.
Panchy, eyes heavy and exhausted, reached for it weakly. She wrapped her arms around the thick length like a teddy bear, pulling it close to her chest where it nestled between her bare breasts.
She pressed a soft kiss to the tip.
"Time to sleep, Mr. Tail," she murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.
She drifted off still holding it tight, robe forgotten, thighs sticky and parted.
Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting everything gold.
Goku woke first, yawning wide and stretching. He felt something warm wrapped around his tail and glanced back.
Panchy was out cold, curled around his tail like it was a teddy bear. Her robe had come completely open during the night, breasts bare, thighs sticky, panties twisted aside.
The sheets beneath her were a damp, rumpled mess. But her face looked peaceful, lips swollen, a small satisfied smile on her sleeping face.
He tugged his tail free. It slid out rubbing against her cheek that made Panchy murmur in her sleep, but she didn't wake.
He rolled out of bed and grabbed his clothes from yesterday from the floor, removed dr briefs pajamas and put his pants on. The fabric felt cool against his skin.
The door swung open.
Dr. Briefs shuffled in, pipe already lit, lab coat rumpled from pulling an all-nighter.
"What's up, Doc?" Goku asked casually, like he hadn't just extracted himself from a very compromising position. Pants still open, no shirt next to the bed
The doctor glanced past him at Panchy sprawled on the bed, then back at Goku. A knowing smirk crossed his face, smoke curling from his nostrils.
"Nothing much. I was heading to bed myself." He nodded toward his unconscious wife. "Looking like that, she'll be knocked out till noon."
He chuckled, a dry, wheezing sound, and clapped Goku on the shoulder.
"Sleep well, kid?"
Goku smirked. "Yeah. Nothing to report."
He slipped past Dr. Briefs into the hallway, heading for the kitchen.
Dr. Briefs watched him go, then turned back to look at his wife sprawled across the bed.
Panchy was utterly wrecked. Her robe hung open, exposing everything. Her lips were swollen. Her breasts bore faint red marks from the rough fur. Between her legs, her thighs were still spread, glistening. Her panties were twisted and soaked, barely clinging to one hip. The sheets beneath her were damp with a dark wet patch spreading from where she lay.
Her face was peaceful though, completely relaxed, a satisfied smile still playing at her lips even in deep sleep.
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After the night's events, Goku took a shower and headed to the kitchen. He pulled almost everything from the fridge and shelves, piling it on the table, and started eating.
The door opened.
Mai entered, rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep. She wore small sleep shorts and one of Goku's oversized t-shirts. Her hair was messy, disheveled from sleep.
Goku saw her between bites and gave a small smile. "Mai, what's up?"
His deep voice resonated through her. She instinctively blushed and looked up, seeing him, the source of all her happiness and all her concerns. Goku. Her eyes went wide and she tried frantically to flatten her hair. She'd thought he wasn't here!
"M-m-mister Goku! I'm fine! And you?" she stammered.
Goku finished his bottle of water and looked at her, intrigued. He sensed something odd. "What's wrong with you? Why are you being so distant?"
Mai's eyes went wide again. She hadn't changed her behavior, but he saw right through her anyway. She tightened her thighs, looking up at him, blushing with a flustered expression.
Then a cascade of thoughts rushed through her mind. Snap. Her face took on a stone-cold expression. She lowered her head, looking directly at Goku, brows furrowed, eyes focused and intense, though they sparkled with what might be the beginning of tears.
"What's with the stare? Wanna square up?" Goku said, looking at her.
She approached with a determined walk, her bare feet giving strict, purposeful pads against the floor. She arrived in front of him, looking down. Mai was athletic and taller than the other girls, so with Goku still sitting, his eye level was just below her chest.
"Say something..." Goku said, noticing her hands shaking.
And then it hit him. It was because of yesterday. Because of what happened at the end of their date, she saw them. A little jealousy?
"Listen, Mai—" he started.
She pushed the table aside, parted her legs, and sat on his lap facing him.
"Mai, you have to understand. You need to find your own way, your own objective, not-mmmhmfff!"
She pressed her lips against his. Her red lips pushed firmly against Goku's mouth, and nothing else. She just stayed there, holding her breath.
Goku's eyes opened, looking at her tightly closed eyes. *She's the exact opposite of Bulma. Bulma tried to go straight into an adult kiss, making it messy and clumsy. But Mai is so innocent, just pressing lips together and that's it. What's up with these girls not asking for my consent...? I need to stop her.*
Finally, she pulled her head back, gasping for air, panting and blushing hard.
"Mai, I told y-"
Mai was panting heavily. That was her first kiss, but it felt... weird. She was flustered, embarrassed, but nothing else. *What's wrong? I get more worked up when he touches my hand than from that kiss. Something's missing.* Her mind raced.
Goku was talking to her, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Then she saw it, Goku's face, his mouth moving as he spoke. Inside, that long pink tongue was moving with his words.
Boom. Her heart started pounding hard. Her face heated up. The urge to squeeze her thighs together was overwhelming. She understood what was missing.
"Mai, are you listeni-"
She lunged at him again, lips crashing against his, but this time her mouth opened immediately, her tongue pushing forward clumsily, seeking his. The moment their tongues touched, hot, slick muscle meeting muscle, she made a shocked sound in her throat. It was nothing like the first kiss. This was everything.
Goku's hand shot up, gripping her jaw firmly, slowing her down. His tongue met hers deliberately, guiding the movement, showing her the rhythm. She whimpered, following his lead awkwardly. Saliva pooled between their mouths, making everything wet and messy. His other hand gripped her waist hard, holding her steady as she trembled.
Heat flooded through her body, her face burning, her neck slick with sweat. Her tongue tangled with his, clumsy but eager, learning the slide and curl of it. She gasped into his mouth when he sucked on her tongue gently, the sensation shooting straight down her spine.
Her thighs clenched around him. She could feel herself getting wet, an unfamiliar slickness between her legs that made her squirm on his lap. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin t-shirt, pressing against his chest.
She tried to follow what he was doing, the slow drag of tongue against tongue, the way he explored her mouth. Every stroke sent sparks through her nerves. Her hips shifted forward unconsciously, seeking more contact, her body moving on instinct alone.
Then Goku pulled back with a wet pop. Saliva droplets scattered. She was breathing hard, Goku was breathing normally. Her hands gripped his shoulders tight.
Like an addict, she went back for more.
Slamming her lips against his, mouth already open wide. Her tongue thrust into his mouth desperately this time, seeking his with purpose. When they met, she moaned, raw and needy.
His hand fisted in her hair, gripping hard, angling her head as his tongue surged forward to dominate hers. They slid together wetly, curling, tangling, the obscene sounds filling the kitchen. She tasted him fully now, clean and masculine and wholly Goku. Saliva spilled from her mouth, dripping down her chin in warm streams.
Her whole body ignited. The heat was unbearable, her skin slick with sweat, her face flushed crimson. Her thighs clenched hard around his hips, feeling something pressing up against her core. Her inner thighs throbbed with desperate need, soaking through her panties, through her shorts.
Her eyes widened even as they continued kissing. The realization hit her, what that hardness meant, what would happen if they didn't stop.
She broke the kiss with a pop, gasping, then looked down between her legs. She saw it, Goku's bulge straining against his pants, visibly tenting the fabric. She stared at it, eyes locked.
Her expression shifted, arousal, sadness, and determination all mixed together. She looked up at Goku.
Without a word, Goku understood immediately what she meant.
"Mai... there's no c—"
BOOM!!!
The door slammed open. Mai jumped off Goku's lap.
Bulma, Lunch, and Chi-Chi entered the kitchen.
"GOKU! I didn't know you were here!!" Lunch exclaimed, jumping on Goku's lap.
At Goku's name, Bulma and Chi-Chi both twitched. They looked at him. Not a single word was spoken.
Mai, Bulma, and Chi-Chi all blushed simultaneously, each remembering their first kiss with him.
Lunch looked around at them. "What's wrong with you guys?"
Then Oolong entered the kitchen behind them.
"What's up, guys!" Oolong said cheerfully.
Then he saw Mai's shorts, still damp and clinging to her. His eyes went wide and he started drooling. He approached discreetly, trying to get a better angle, leaning to the side-
"GET OFF HIM!!!" Bulma and Chi-Chi shouted in unison.
Lunch looked at them, confused. "What's up with you guys?"
Mai, extra embarrassed by her wet shorts, noticed Oolong immediately. Her leg snapped up, kicking him square in the face. He flew backward with a squeal, crashing into the wall.
Goku finished eating and stood up. Lunch was still hanging onto his arm. He lifted her effortlessly like a princess, cradling her in his arms. "Tomorrow, let's go to the beach."
*Beach!?*
Every eye lit up, even Oolong's, despite his bleeding nose.
Goku looked down at Lunch in his arms with a smile. She tucked her head against his chest.
"Use today to go buy swimwear, all four of you," he said, setting Lunch back on her feet. "I have things to do."
He started walking toward the kitchen exit.
"And call everyone who wants to come," he added over his shoulder, then walked out.
They couldn't even accept or refuse, it was like an order. *You're going to the beach.* But none of them would have refused anyway.
The moment Goku left, the atmosphere shifted.
Like a Mexican standoff, the three girls' eyes locked on each other, Mai, Bulma, and Chi-Chi. The competition had started. Each of them had kissed him. Now came the seduction. Who would win? Which of the three would make Goku show even the faintest flicker of emotion, the smallest sign of preference?
Tension filled the room. Oolong could feel the pressure radiating off them like heat waves.
Lunch was still confused, looking between her friends. Why had they all suddenly become so competitive?
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Goku stepped through the entrance door and into the sunlight. He touched the tip of his tail absently, frowning. "Why is it so numb...?"
Then, from the sky, something appeared, a yellow dot descending at incredible speed, growing rapidly larger.
It was Kinto'un. And on it was Kakarot.
Goku's excellent eyesight picked her out immediately. "Another one..."
She was still approaching fast. Too fast.
"GOKUUU!!!" Her voice echoed, getting louder as she descended.
"Yep that's me... now slow down," Goku called up calmly.
But she didn't slow down.
"Slow down! I SAID SLOW DO—GUH!!!"
She leapt off the cloud mid-flight, arms spread wide, diving straight at him with all the momentum of her descent. She crashed into him in a flying tackle-hug, creating a massive cloud of dust on impact.
When the wind cleared, a small crater was visible in the ground. Goku lay flat on his back. Kakarot sat on top of him, bouncing excitedly with pure joy.
"It's been so long! I'm so excited to see you!!!" she said, beaming.
Goku looked down at his torn, dusty clothes. A single tear formed at the corner of his eye. "My clothes..."
He sat up with a sigh. Kakarot immediately clung to him like a monkey, hanging off his torso.
"So why are you here?" Goku asked.
"Huh!? Why are you so cold!?" she said, her mouth forming an exaggerated pout.
"Ah!" She suddenly jumped down, remembering. "Grandma Baba is pissed! She sent me here to bring you to her. Something about a promise you made?"
Goku's hand met his face in a tired facepalm. "I have a busy day... Anyway, let's get this over with."
Kakarot smiled brightly. "Great! Let's go on the Kinto'un! It'll be fast!"
"I can't ride Kinto'un," Goku said flatly. "I don't have a pure heart."
"What!?" Kakarot's eyes went wide. "But I saw you riding one six years ago!"
"I asked Shenron to let me ride it. And this one is a different cloud," Goku explained. "Doesn't matter, I can fly faster anyway."
"Oh, I see! You cheated!" she said innocently.
"Indeed I did..." Goku said with an amused smile. " Damn, you are direct."
She tilted her head to the side, not understanding what he meant.
Then her expression brightened. "But I was thinking, all the Kinto'un come from one giant Kinto'un, right? So if you asked Shenron about riding *the* Kinto'un, wouldn't that mean you can ride all of them?"
Goku paused, genuinely impressed. "You're smarter than you look."
Without hesitation, he jumped up onto Kinto'un. He landed perfectly on its surface, standing steady. The cloud held him without issue. He sat down and rubbed his hand across the soft yellow surface.
"Long time, no see."
Kakarot grinned and jumped up onto the cloud too, sitting in front of him. She leaned back against his chest comfortably.
"Let's go!!!"
The Nimbus shot into the sky, carrying them both toward Baba's palace.
"Say, Goku," Kakarot began, looking up at him as they flew. "Back at the tournament, your hair turned golden and your eyes went green. Your ki was overwhelming. What was that?"
Goku was quiet for a moment. "I don't know. I was overwhelmed, I was going to die. Then something popped into my mind. Roshi's words. And then two faces flashed in my head: Kami and Aionia. All that rage... created something. In that moment, I felt overwhelming power..."
"Goku, Kami-sama did a bad thing sealing you," Kakarot said gently. "But he's a good guy."
"Doesn't matter to me," Goku said, his voice hard. "Last time I controlled myself. But I can't be sure about next time. Plus, it's not him I want to shred the most..." His jaw clenched. "Aionia..."
"Who's that!?" Kakarot asked eagerly.
"No one," Goku said flatly, closing the subject.
Kakarot tilted her head, then changed topics. "Grandma says you and I are the same race. We both have tails, and we both hide from the full moon... I wonder if I can turn golden-haired too and get as strong as you!"
Goku's eyebrow rose. "You don't look at the full moon?"
"Never! Grandma forbids it."
---
Baba was tapping her finger impatiently on her crystal ball. "That little runt!"
She dropped down from her floating orb and began chanting, waving her hands over it. An image formed, a clear blue sky. The Kinto'un appeared, and on it sat Kakarot. Behind her was a silhouette, black like void, impossible to read, impossible to see clearly.
"Finally! They're coming!" Baba said.
She couldn't read Goku's future or past. Couldn't predict him or locate him directly. But she could see him when someone else was nearby, through Kakarot, she could track them both.
The Flying Nimbus descended into Baba's palace courtyard.
"Grandma! We're here!!" Kakarot jumped down excitedly.
"I know. I can see," Baba responded dryly, floating toward Goku as he dusted himself off.
"Hello, Goku," she said sarcastically.
"Remember your promise?"
Goku turned to face her. "I remembered. And I already told you, I'll come. I just need to settle a few things first."
"WHAT THINGS!? IT'S ALREADY BEEN A WEEK!!!" she shouted, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down to her level.
"I WANT A GRANDCHILD!!!" Her inner thoughts spilled out.
"A WEEK ISN'T ENOUGH FOR MY AFFAIRS! AND I NEVER AGREED TO KNOCK UP YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!!!" Goku shouted back, losing all his usual composure.
"You already knocked me out once when we were kids," Kakarot said innocently.
Goku looked at her, breathless, hand on his chest. "These bitches are gonna be the end of me..."
He straightened up and looked directly at Kakarot. "Hey, girl. You're old enough. Do you know what your grandma wants us to do?"
Kakarot nodded. "Yeah! Even though she doesn't take the time to fully explain, she wants us to live together and have children!"
Baba closed her eyes and nodded approvingly.
"And you're okay with that decision?" Goku asked carefully.
"Well, yes!" Kakarot said with pure sincerity. "If we get together, we could train and fight all the time!"
Baba clapped her hands. "So that's settled! I pronounce you husband and wife! Now go on! Start moving those hips!"
She slapped Goku's butt.
Goku let out the biggest sigh ever, a blast of wind and dust kicked up from the ground. He looked at Baba seriously.
"By the way... why me? Why are you so insistent? Why did you choose me?"
Baba sat on her crystal ball, pulling her hat down over her eyes and turning away. "I didn't choose you. *She* did. When you beat the crap out of her the first time you met her." She paused. "And I like you."
Her voice softened. "Why am I insistent? Because she's my granddaughter. I love her, and I want her to be happy."
Goku looked at her, genuinely shocked. He detected a faint blush on her wrinkled face.
He put his hands in his pockets. "Well, look at that. The old hag who only loves fights and money is actually-"
Baba blushed harder, frowning. She floated up and started hitting him with her tiny fists. "QUIT TALKING CRAP AND TAKE HER ALREADY!!!"
Goku smiled slightly. This clumsy love made him feel something warm.
"I always keep my promises," he said. "But like I said, I need a bit of time."
Baba settled back on her crystal ball and looked at him seriously. "Do it fast."
Kakarot's tail drooped. Her face saddened. "I'm not... going with you now?"
Baba looked at her sadly. Her heart started hurting. She took on a warm expression and tried to comfort her. "Listen, Kakarot, come here. He just nee-"
"Well then! Let's have a sparring match while I wait!" Kakarot said, regaining her bright smile instantly.
Baba fell off her crystal ball.
Goku removed his shoes to not destroy them, walking to the center of the arena in Baba's palace. "I'll end this, fast. Like I said, I'm busy."
Kakarot took her fighting stance with a huge smile. She cherished these moments.
"Here I go!"
She disappeared.
She reappeared behind him. He turned, but she was already gone, leaping high into the air. She threw a barrage of ki blasts downward.
Every ki blast directed at Goku was swatted away lightly, like slapping flies. But the other blasts hit the ground, exploding and creating a thick wall of dust and smoke.
Kakarot dropped down silently. Using the cover, she blasted forward through the smoke toward Goku.
*If I can push him out of the ring, it'll be my victory!*
She entered the smoke cloud, using her size advantage to stay low and fast.
Then-
Inches in front of her face appeared Goku's grinning visage. His eyes glowed red in the darkness.
"Krillin already tried that!"
She was genuinely spooked by the jump scare. While she was still frozen in shock, Goku grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward, and spun her around until she was at the edge of the arena, surrounded by water.
Then she saw it coming.
The wind-up.
Goku pulled back his arm. His chest and pectorals flexed. His legs parted wide, planting his stance firmly. Cracks formed in the stone beneath him.
He was preparing to throw the biggest haymaker she'd ever seen.
The punch came, slow, robotic, very direct. Easy to dodge.
But for some reason... she couldn't move.
Her body refused. Her legs were stiff as stone. She stared at that massive fist coming toward her, ready to pulverize her entire upper body.
She could see the air turning red from the pressure. Little explosions crackled around his knuckles.
She could have dodged it. Yet she couldn't.
Her eyes were wide open.
The punch arrived at her face-
And stopped.
Right in front of her nose.
Silence.
Then it came.
A storm of wind, generated purely by the punch itself. It gushed over her, making her hair ripple wildly. Her gi started to shred at the edges.
Behind her, the wind pressure pushed the river water aside, creating a tsunami on both sides. The water parted in the middle like a giant glass tube had been forced through it.
Her eyes were still locked on the fist.
It was steaming, making a sound like a cooling machine.
Then the parted river came crashing back into place, creating rain that fell over them both.
Kakarot and Baba's mouths hung open, speechless.
Goku pulled back his fist and walked calmly toward his shoes. "I guess it's my win." He put back his shoes and started floating upward. "Well, I'll see you soon."
He blasted off like a missile, disappearing into the sky.
Kakarot stood frozen. Her hair was soaked. Her gi was ripped open at the front. Her face was locked in shock, unable to move.
*That's not just overwhelming strength... That intent. The mental domination. What a monster...* Baba thought, staring after him.
"Grandma..." Kakarot said quietly.
"We didn't win last time, when we fought to save Kami-sama..." Her voice was small. "He *let* us win..."
"It would seem so," Baba said.
Then Kakarot's head lifted. A huge smile spread across her face, cheeks flushed red with excitement.
"I CAN'T WAIT TO TRAIN WITH HIM!!!"
Baba smiled at her granddaughter.
*As long as you're happy...*
—
The next day.
The beach was perfect, golden sand stretching endlessly, crystal blue water sparkling under the sun, and a warm breeze carrying the scent of salt and summer.
Five women stood clustered near their umbrella setup, and the atmosphere was electric with tension.
Lunch had already stripped down to her bikini, a simple green two-piece that hugged her curves. She had that perfect balance of soft and toned, her stomach had a slight feminine softness to it, her thighs thick and strong, her breasts full and bouncing slightly with each movement.
She stretched lazily, arms above her head, making her chest lift. But her eyes kept darting toward the beach entrance.
Panchy stood beside her in a striking orange slingshot bikini that showed off her mature beauty. She was a middle-aged mother, and it showed in the best way, her body had that soft, womanly fullness that came with age and comfort.
Her stomach had a gentle curve to it, some pudge at her hips and lower belly that she wore without shame. Her breasts were large and heavy, straining slightly against the bikini top, the natural sag of a woman who'd lived and loved. Her thighs were thick, touching at the top. But her skin was smooth, her face radiant.
She sipped a tropical drink through a straw, but her blue eyes kept flicking toward the path from the parking area. She was waiting too, with carefree smile.
The other three women, Bulma, Mai, and Chi-Chi, stood stiffly nearby. All three wore large cover-ups, zipped tight, hiding whatever they wore underneath. Sweat beaded on their foreheads in the heat, but none of them would budge.
They kept glancing at each other sideways.
The silent competition was suffocating.
Krillin, Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar had already arrived and set up under another umbrella nearby, but they could feel the tension radiating from the women.
"Man, what's with them?" Krillin whispered.
"No idea, but I'm staying out of it," Yamcha muttered back.
A yellow blur shot across the sky.
"INCOMING!!!"
Kinto'un descended rapidly. Kakarot leapt off before it even landed, doing a flip in the air and sticking the landing in the sand with a proud grin.
"I'm here!"
Everyone turned to look.
Kakarot wore a traditional fundoshi as her swimsuit, a white loincloth wrapped around her slim waist and between her legs, secured with a knot at her hip, and her grandma top, so small, it was like a very small crop top. Her body was on full display, and it was impressive.
She was pure athletic muscle, compact and efficient. Her abs were defined, her obliques sharp lines down her sides. Her thighs were thick and powerful, the quadriceps clearly defined with each movement. Her calves were carved like stone.
Her breasts were small and high. Her skin was flawless, marked only by the occasional scar. Her monkey tail swished behind her excitedly, brown fur catching the sunlight.
She stood with her hands on her hips, grinning widely, completely unbothered by how much skin she was showing.
Krillin's jaw dropped. "Is... is that a fundoshi?"
Yamcha's face went red. His eyes dropped down, and landed on her feet. Bare, tanned, with defined arches and strong toes from years of barefoot training. His blush deepened and he looked away quickly, stammering. "I- uh- nice to see you, Kakarot!"
Oolong didn't look away. He stared shamelessly, drooling, eyes scanning up and down. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about! Look at those abs! Those thighs! That-"
Mai's leg snapped out, kicking sand directly into his face.
"OW! MY EYES!"
Puar sighed and started helping Oolong clean the sand out.
Kakarot looked around, eyes bright. "Wow! Everyone's here! Where's Goku?"
All five women, Lunch, Panchy, Bulma, Mai, and Chi-Chi, stiffened.
"Not here yet," Bulma said tightly, adjusting her jacket.
"He said he'd come..." Mai added, voice tense.
"He better not be late," Chi-Chi muttered.
Lunch crossed her arms under her chest, making her breasts push up. "He invited us. He'll show."
Panchy took a long sip of her drink, then smiled. "Oh, he'll come~ Don't worry, girls."
Kakarot tilted her head, sensing the weird energy. "Are you guys okay? You're all acting strange."
"We're fine!" all five said in unison.
Then they glared at each other.
Kakarot blinked, confused. "Uh... okay! Hey, why are you three wearing jackets? Isn't it hot?"
"We're comfortable," Bulma said through gritted teeth.
"Perfectly fine," Mai agreed, sweat dripping down her temple.
"Not hot at all," Chi-Chi lied.
Kakarot shrugged. "Okay! I'm gonna go swim!" She ran toward the water, her tail bouncing behind her, and dove in with a massive splash.
Yamcha leaned over to Krillin. "Dude, what's going on with them?"
"They're all waiting for Goku," Krillin said quietly. "And I think... they're competing."
"Competing for what?"
Krillin gave him a look. "What do you think?"
Yamcha's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh no. … Even Bulma !?"
"Ah !? Eh!? No !." Said Krillin, looking away.
Oolong, finally recovered, snickered. "This is gonna be a disaster. I'm here for it."
Puar smacked him. "Don't make it worse!"
Back at the women's umbrella, the tension was reaching a breaking point.
Bulma kept checking her compact mirror, fixing her hair for the tenth time.
Mai was doing subtle stretches, making sure she looked toned and ready.
Chi-Chi practiced her smile, trying to look natural and confident.
Lunch adjusted her bikini top, making sure everything was in place.
Panchy finished her drink and set it down, then ran her fingers through her blonde hair, fluffing it up. "He's taking his sweet time~" she said with a smile.
"Maybe he forgot," Bulma said nervously.
"He wouldn't forget," Mai said firmly.
"He better not," Chi-Chi added.
Lunch cracked her knuckles. "If he doesn't show, I'm dragging him here myself."
Panchy giggled. "My, my~ We're all so eager, aren't we?"
"By the way, Mom," Bulma turned to look at her mother, who was also waiting. "Why are you waiting for him too?"
"Oh, hun~" Panchy said with her usual carefree smile. "I want to have fun too! With little Goku~"
"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Bulma shouted.
"Don't bother, Bulma," Lunch cut in, arms crossed under her chest. "Mrs. Panchy, you're an old woman. No young man is going to fall for you—let's not even talk about Goku."
"Oh my~" Panchy put a hand to her cheek, but showed no signs of shock or sadness. "Those are some hurtful words~"
Kakarot came running back from the water, dripping wet, her fundoshi clinging to her body, water streaming down her defined abs. "The water's amazing! You guys should come in!"
"In a minute," Bulma said quickly.
"We're waiting," Mai added.
"For someone," Chi-Chi finished.
"For Goku!" Lunch said outright.
Panchy nodded. "We want him to see us first~"
All five women nodded in agreement.
Kakarot laughed. "You guys are so weird! But okay!" She ran back toward the water.
Yamcha walked over cautiously. "Hey, uh... you guys doing alright? You look kinda... tense."
"We're FINE," all five said in perfect unison, their voices sharp.
Minutes passed.
Then, footsteps.
Crunching on sand.
Approaching from behind.
All five women froze.
They turned slowly, eyes wide, hearts pounding.
Three random guys.
Not Goku.
Just some beach bros with cocky grins, muscular, clearly looking for action.
The women's faces fell in disappointment.
"Hey there, ladies~" the first guy said, his eyes immediately locking onto Panchy.
She stood there in her tiny orange slingshot bikini, and the way it barely contained her was impossible to ignore.
The triangular top struggled to hold her large, heavy breasts, soft flesh spilling slightly over the edges, the natural weight pulling the straps taut. The bottoms were high-cut, emphasizing the width of her hips and the soft pudge of her lower belly.
When she shifted her weight to one leg, her hip cocked out, making everything jiggle slightly, her thighs, her stomach, her chest. The movement was hypnotic.
The three guys' eyes went wide.
"Damn, mama," the second guy said, stepping closer. "You're looking good."
Panchy giggled, touching her cheek. "Oh my~ how sweet! But I'm waiting for someone special~"
Bulma and Lunch stood there, mouths hanging open.
"Did that just—" Lunch started.
Bulma in disbelief. " They straight up just asked out my MOM before us!?."
"Yeah? Well, he's not here," the third guy said. "How about you let us keep you company?"
Lunch crossed her arms under her chest, making her breasts push up. "She said she's waiting."
"We all are," Bulma added sharply.
The first guy looked between them. "All of you waiting for the same guy? What, is he some kind of supermodel?"
"Better," Mai said flatly.
"Way better," Chi-Chi agreed.
Panchy nodded, and the motion made her breasts bounce heavily. "Oh, much better~"
The second guy laughed. "Come on, what's this guy got that we don't?"
"Everything," all five women said in unison.
Then they started listing, voices overlapping in agreement:
"He's strong"
"Incredibly strong"
"The strongest"
"And handsome"
"Those eyes"
"Piercing, like they see right through you"
"And he's smart"
"Well-spoken"
"Good manners"
"Respectful"
"But not boring"
"Exciting"
"Dangerous"
They were completely united, talking about Goku like he was a myth made flesh.
The three guys looked at each other, egos deflating.
"Okay, okay," the first guy said, holding up his hands. "But come on, baby-" He reached out toward Panchy's shoulder.
Krillin jumped up. "Hey! Back off!"
Yamcha stood too. "She said she's not interested!"
The third guy sneered. "What are you, her bodyguards? Sit down, shorty."
He tried to shoved Krillin back.
That was a mistake.
Chi-Chi stood up slowly. Her jacket was still zipped, but her eyes were cold and focused.
"What did you just do?" she asked quietly.
"Chi-Chi, it's fine-" Krillin started.
The second guy laughed. "What're you gonna do, sweetheart?"
Chi-Chi's leg snapped up.
Her kick caught him square in the jaw. His head whipped back and he crumpled into the sand, unconscious before he hit the ground.
Yamcha blushed.
The other two guys froze.
"What the-"
Chi-Chi moved like lightning. A palm strike to the solar plexus dropped the third guy, gasping for air. She spun, elbow crashing into the first guy's temple. He went down hard.
All three were on the ground, groaning or unconscious.
Chi-Chi dusted off her hands and sat back down calmly. "How could I marry a man who can't even take a little hit?"
Krillin and Yamcha just stared.
"Remind me never to piss her off," Krillin muttered.
---
Ten minutes later.
More footsteps.
The women turned again, hopeful,
Two more guys. Different ones, but same cocky energy.
"Seriously?" Bulma groaned.
"Again?" Mai said, exasperated.
But these guys were bolder. They walked right up, ignoring the three unconscious bodies in the sand nearby.
"Hey, gorgeous," one said to Lunch. "How about-"
"No," all five women said in unison.
"We're waiting for someone," Panchy added, shifting her weight again. Her body moved, everything soft and inviting but her expression utterly disinterested.
"Yeah, yeah, we heard," the second guy said. "But seriously, what's so special about-"
"He's strong," Bulma said immediately.
"Handsome," Lunch added.
"Smart," Mai said.
"Well-spoken and mannered," Chi-Chi continued.
"Fluffy and wild~" Panchy finished, sighing dreamily.
Again, they were completely united.
The two guys looked at each other, then back at the women.
"Look, we're not leaving until-"
Lunch stood up. "Want me to handle this one?"
"No, I got it," Mai said, cracking her knuckles.
Before anyone could move,
More footsteps.
Heavier this time. Purposeful.
Mai had had enough.
She stood up fast, turned around, and shouted
"GET LOST!!!"
But the person was tall, really tall, so her shout hit his torso instead of his face.
She froze.
"Already?" a familiar deep voice said, amused. "I just got here."
Mai's eyes went wide. She slowly looked up.
He stood there, backlit by the sun, and he was stunning.
His legs were long and powerful, lean muscle, defined quads visible even relaxed, calves carved and strong. The legs of a fighter who'd spent his life moving, jumping, kicking. They seemed to go on forever.
His shorts hung low on his hips, stylish beach shorts that ended just above his knees, dark blue with a simple design. They sat loose on his narrow hips, showing off the deep V-lines of his lower abs disappearing beneath the waistband.
His torso was on full display, long, chiseled, perfect. His abs were an eight-pack, each muscle defined with deep cuts. His obliques formed sharp lines down his sides.
His chest was broad and sculpted, pecs with clear separation. His skin was smooth, marked with faint scars that only added to the appeal. Muscle built from endless training.
His arms were long and powerful, hanging relaxed at his sides. His shoulders were broad and capped with round deltoids. His biceps and triceps were thick but not bulky, perfectly proportioned. His forearms were corded with muscle and veins. His hands were large, fingers long.
His neck was long and strong, leading up to his face, that killer smile, easy and confident. His jawline was sharp, masculine.
But it was his eyes that really got you, dark, deep, piercing. They looked right through you, saw everything, missed nothing. There was danger in those eyes.
And his tail, long, thick, brown-furred, swishing lazily behind him. It moved with a life of its own, confident and strong.
He was perfect.
Every woman's breath caught.
Panchy's eyes went wide. Her mouth opened slightly. A deep blush spread across her face and down her neck. Her hand came up to her chest, fingers touching her collarbone. "Oh my~"
The memory of that night flashed through her mind, his tail, the sensation, the overwhelming pleasure. And here he was, standing in front of her.
Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Lunch's face went red. "FUCK YEAH!"
Bulma's hands flew to her jacket, suddenly self-conscious.
Mai stood frozen, still staring up at his torso, unable to form words.
Chi-Chi's carefully practiced smile faltered into a genuine, flustered expression.
Even Kakarot, coming out of the water, stopped and stared. "GOKU!"
The two random guys who'd been bothering them took one look at Goku and immediately backed away, muttering excuses, and fled.
Krillin grinned. "Finally! Took you long enough!"
Yamcha waved. "Hey, Goku!"
Goku looked at Mai, still frozen in front of him, then smiled wider. "You okay, Mai?"
She snapped out of it, face burning. "I- yes! Sorry! I thought you were- "
"Another one?" Goku glanced at the unconscious guys in the sand. "Looks like you handled it." He looked at Chi-Chi. "Nice work."
Chi-Chi beamed, blushing harder.
Goku walked forward casually, his body moving with that effortless grace that came from complete control. Every step made his muscles flex subtly, abs tightening, thighs shifting, arms swinging naturally.
Panchy couldn't look away. Her eyes traced every line, every curve of muscle. When he walked past her, she caught his scent, clean, masculine, with a hint of something wild.
She took a shaky breath.
He came next to the unconscious men, squatting down and snapping his fingers. The vibration rippled through them, making them jolt awake with groans, looking like they were about to throw up.
"Don't be too hard on them," Goku said, standing and looking at the women with that easy confidence. "Y'all are stunning. I would've taken my chance too if I didn't know you."
Bulma's face went bright red. "Goku!"
Lunch turned away, arms crossed tighter, trying to hide her blush. "Whatever."
Mai's cheeks colored, but she kept her composure. "Flattery won't work on us."
Panchy just giggled. "Oh my~ little Goku, you're such a charmer~"
Chi-Chi, standing slightly apart, felt her heart skip. He'd included her in that. *Stunning.* He'd called her stunning.
All five women stared at him like he'd just descended from heaven.
Bulma, Mai, and Chi-Chi exchanged glances, and in that moment, a silent agreement passed between them. Behind them, Panchy stood up from her spot and grabbed her beach lounger with both hands, dragging it across the sand while the three younger women reached for their jacket zippers in unison.
Bulma went first, pulling hers down with what she hoped looked like casual confidence. The blue bikini beneath matched her hair perfectly, small triangles that struggled to contain her full chest, fabric hugging curves that were soft and feminine in all the right places. She shifted her weight to one hip, hand settling there in what the magazines called a "power pose."
Panchy positioned her lounger right next to Goku's, close enough that their arms would touch if they both reached out, and settled in with a contented sigh that suggested she'd just claimed her territory.
Mai's jacket hit the sand next. Black bikini against pale skin, the contrast striking and deliberate. Her body told a different story than Bulma's, athletic muscle in her shoulders and abs, but still voluptuous where it counted. She stretched her arms overhead, the movement making everything more pronounced.
Chi-Chi didn't bother with theatrics, just yanked her jacket off and tossed it aside. Purple suited her fighter's build, lean, hard-earned muscle, thighs that could crush concrete. She stood with her hands clasped behind her head, elbows out, trying to look natural and failing spectacularly.
Goku lay on his lounger, sunglasses on, completely still. He didn't even turn his head.
Panchy noticed his tail draped over the side of his lounger and her eyes lit up with that same delighted recognition from the night before. Without hesitation, because Panchy never hesitated about anything, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around the thick fur, feeling the warmth and muscle beneath. She pulled it gently toward herself and pressed it against her chest like a beloved teddy bear, the softness nestling between her breasts.
Lunch, sitting in the sand near Goku's feet, looked up at the three posed women and let out a long, disappointed sigh. "We're back three years ago. You don't learn."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Bulma's carefully constructed pose collapsed into indignation.
The tail in Panchy's hands remained limp and lifeless. Her smile wavered, disappointment flickering across her face as she remembered how alive it had been that night, how it had moved with purpose and-
Goku's head tilted slightly beneath his sunglasses, just enough to see Panchy's expression.
The tail twitched.
Then it curled upward with sudden life, wrapping around Panchy's wrist like a warm bracelet, acknowledging her touch before unwrapping again to drape itself across her collarbone. The weight of it settled there naturally, thick fur warm against her sun-heated skin.
"Oh~! There you are~" Panchy's face transformed back into pure joy.
"You're performing," Lunch said, still looking at the three standing women. "That's why it's not working."
The tail began moving slowly across Panchy's upper chest, the thick appendage dragging across the swell of her breasts where they rose above the small orange triangles. She giggled and reached up to stroke the soft fur, and it responded by curling up toward her face, the tip brushing along her jawline and across her cheek like a lover's caress before tapping her nose, boop!
She laughed and tried to catch it, but it danced just out of reach, teasing her, before settling back against her collarbone with what could only be described as smugness.
Bulma, Mai, and Chi-Chi stood there in their carefully chosen bikinis, having worked up all that courage, coordinated their reveals, struck their best poses, and Goku hadn't said a single word. Hadn't even looked at them. His attention, or at least his tail's attention, was completely absorbed by Panchy, who hadn't posed or performed or tried at all.
Krillin and Yamcha were pointedly looking away, faces red. Because even if it was innocent, it didn't look innocent.
Oolong was drooling. "Lucky tail..."
Puar said. "It's not like that!"
"But it *looks* like that!" Oolong whined.
Goku still hadn't moved. Still looked completely relaxed, sunglasses on, hands behind his head.
But everyone knew, he was controlling it. He'd chosen to let his tail respond to Panchy.
Bulma shot to her feet.
"Goku!" she called out, voice tight with forced cheerfulness. "The water looks great! Come swim with us!"
Chi-Chi stood up too. "Yes! You should cool off! It's so hot out here!"
Mai waded back toward shore. "We came here to have fun together, remember?"
Lunch cracked her knuckles. "Yeah, come on! Don't just lie there all day!"
Even Kakarot joined in. "Yeah ! Let's go! The water's perfect!"
Goku finally tilted his head toward them, sunglasses still on, and smiled lazily.
Goku finally stood up from his lounger, stretching his arms above his head. His body flexed in the sunlight, abs tightening, shoulders rolling.
"Alright, let's go!"
He jogged toward the water, his long legs eating up the distance.
All four girls immediately followed, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Mai, and Lunch followed after him.
"Wait for me!" Bulma called.
"No fair getting a head start!" Chi-Chi shouted.
Kakarot was already in the water. "Goku! Over here!"
Goku dove in smoothly, disappearing beneath the surface.
Goku surfaced,
SPLASH!
Kakarot launched herself at him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso, clinging like a monkey. Her tail coiled around his tail.
"Got you!"
Goku laughed, reaching back to grab her. "Oh yeah?"
He spun in the water, then launched her upward.
She flew into the air, flipping twice, before cannonballing back into the water with a massive splash that drenched everyone nearby.
---
Bulma and Chi-Chi were both trying to get Goku's attention at the same time.
"Goku! Come swim over here!" Bulma called, waving.
"No, over here! I want to show you something!" Chi-Chi countered.
They turned to glare at each other.
"I asked first!"
"No, I did!"
"You're so immature!"
"ME?! You're the one being childish!"
They were face to face now, foreheads almost touching, shouting over the sound of the waves.
Goku, standing between them, just blinked. What's up with you tw-?"
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" both girls shouted at him simultaneously.
---
Lunch was sitting on Goku's shoulders, her thick thighs on either side of his head, hands gripping his hair for balance.
"There! Over there!" she pointed excitedly toward the open water.
"Ready?" He asked.
"FUCK YEAH!."
HE formed a ki ball in her palm, small, controlled, bright yellow energy crackling.
"FIRE!"
He launched it forward. The blast shot across the water's surface, then detonated in a massive spray of water and light—BOOM!
The explosion sent up a column of water twenty feet high, raining down in a sparkling cascade.
Lunch threw her hands up, laughing. "YES! That was awesome!"
She was absolutely delighted, bouncing excitedly on his shoulders, "Another! Another!"
---
Panchy was in the shallower water, looking slightly uncertain, a rare expression on her usually confident face.
"I'm not a very good swimmer~" she admitted, holding onto Goku's arm for balance.
"It's easy," Goku said. "Here, I'll show you."
He positioned himself behind her, his hands coming to rest on her waist to steady her in the water.
"Okay, now lean forward and kick your legs."
Panchy leaned forward, and his hands supported her, holding her up as she tried to float. Her body was buoyant, all that soft curves helping her stay afloat, but she was tense, not trusting the water.
"Relax," Goku said. "I've got you."
His voice was calm, reassuring. His hands were warm and strong against her waist, thumbs resting just above her hips.
Panchy relaxed slightly, letting herself float more. Her body stretched out in the water, supported by his hands.
"Good! Now kick, gently."
She kicked, and he moved with her, walking slowly through the water while holding her up, guiding her movements.
"Like this?" she asked, smiling.
"Perfect."
She laughed, delighted. "I'm swimming! Well, sort of~"
His hands stayed firm on her waist, keeping her safe, moving her through the water.
The other girls watched with narrowed eyes.
"That's not fair," Bulma muttered.
"She's getting a private lesson," Chi-Chi said, annoyed.
---
Mai was treading water nearby, trying to practice her own strokes.
Suddenly, something wrapped around her ankle.
She looked down in surprise.
Goku's tail.
It had somehow caught her underwater, looping once around her ankle and trailing up along her calf.
She froze.
The tail flexed slightly, not pulling, just... there. Wrapped around her leg, the fur soft even underwater.
"Uh-" Mai started to say something.
Then the tail moved higher, sliding up past her calf to curl loosely around her thigh.
Her face went bright red.
"G-Goku!" she called out, voice strangled.
He looked over from where he was helping Panchy. "Yeah?"
"Your tail-!"
He glanced down at the water, noticing. "Oh! Sorry!"
The tail unwrapped quickly and retreated.
But the damage was done.
Mai's entire face was burning. She could still feel where it had been, warm, solid, the gentle pressure around her thigh.
She quickly swam away, trying to hide her expression underwater.
Her heart was pounding.
---
"Race to the buoy!" Krillin shouted, pointing at the floating marker about fifty yards out.
"You're on!" Yamcha dove forward, swimming hard.
Krillin followed with surprisingly fast strokes.
Goku waited a beat, then dove under.
One pull. One powerful stroke with both arms.
He shot through the water like a torpedo—a trail of bubbles exploding behind him, his body cutting through the sea with impossible speed.
He surfaced at the buoy before the others were even halfway.
"WHAT?!" Yamcha stopped swimming, staring.
Krillin's jaw dropped. "That's not fair! That's not even human!"
Goku grinned, slicking his wet hair back. "You said race. Didn't say how."
Yamcha and Krillin finally reached him, both panting.
"Show off," Yamcha muttered.
Krillin splashed him. Yamcha splashed back.
Then both turned on Goku.
It devolved into a splash war, all three laughing like kids, trying to dunk each other.
It devolved into chaos.
"That's it!" Bulma shouted from the beach. "Everyone in the water! We're taking him down!"
"YEAH!" Chi-Chi, Mai, Lunch, Kakarot, and even Panchy rushed into the waves.
Suddenly it was eight against one.
They surrounded him, Yamcha and Krillin from the sides, the girls closing in from all directions. All of them splashing, trying to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
Goku stood in the center of it all, arms crossed, grinning as water poured over him from every direction.
"Is that all you got? Puny humans!"
"PUNY?!" Bulma splashed harder.
"Get him!" Chi-Chi threw water with both hands.
Mai and Lunch coordinated their attacks. Yamcha and Krillin dove under, trying to grab his legs.
Goku just laughed, completely unbothered.
Then he swiped his hand through the water, one open palm.
A massive wave rose up, towering over all of them.
"Oh no," Multiple voices.
"RETREAT!" Krillin yelled.
They tried to run. Tried to swim away.
Too late.
The wave crashed down, swallowing everyone. When they surfaced, sputtering, coughing, hair plastered to their faces, Goku was already back on the beach, casually drying off with a towel.
"I hate him," Krillin groaned.
"So much," Bulma agreed, wringing out her hair.
"He's impossible," Mai muttered.
But they were all smiling.
---
The sun was starting to lower in the sky, painting everything golden and orange.
Everyone dragged themselves back to shore, exhausted but happy, dripping wet and laughing.
It had been a good day.
But as they settled back on their towels and loungers.
But Mai was quiet.
She sat on her towel, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them. Her black bikini was still damp, water droplets slowly drying on her skin. Her hair hung wet down her back. Salt clung to everything.
She was thinking.
Bulma had kissed him. During the fake date.
Chi-Chi had kissed him. She didn't see it, but could feel it.
Lunch, she wasn't sure about Lunch.
Panchy? That night. Whatever happened with that tail had clearly been more than innocent.
And she? Mai?
She'd kissed him once. In that kitchen, desperately, clumsily, learning what a real kiss felt like.
But nothing beyond that.
Nothing that truly made her his.
The others had taken their chances. Been bold. Gone further.
She'd held back. Been cautious. Waited for the "right moment."
But there was no right moment. There was only now.
Her jaw set with determination.
She wanted this. She wanted him. And she was done waiting.
Mai stood up.
The conversation around her continued, Krillin telling some story, Kakarot laughing, Bulma and Chi-Chi bickering about something trivial.
Goku was leaning back on his lounger, eyes closed behind his sunglasses, relaxed.
His tail swayed lazily. Salt water had dried on his skin, leaving faint white traces along his abs.
Mai walked over to him.
She stood there for a moment, looking down at him. Her heart was pounding. Her hands were trembling slightly, but she clenched them into fists to steady herself.
She took a breath.
"Goku."
Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
He opened one eye, tilting his head slightly to look up at her. "Yeah?"
"Follow me. We need to rinse off the salt."
It wasn't a request. It was a command, quiet, firm, direct.
But her eyes said more than her words. There was weight behind them. Intent.
The conversation around them faltered. Several heads turned.
Goku sat up slowly, removing his sunglasses. He looked at her,. Her expression was serious, focused. Her dark eyes held his without wavering, and there was something in them he recognized.
Want. Decision. Commitment.
This wasn't casual. This wasn't about rinsing off salt water.
This was something else entirely.
He understood immediately. That this was important. That she was serious. That she was asking for something specific, something significant.
His expression shifted, from casual to focused, attentive.
"Okay," he said simply.
He stood up, his long frame unfolding, towering over her.
Mai turned and started walking toward the public beach showers near the parking area, simple outdoor stalls with curtains for privacy, meant for rinsing off after swimming.
Goku followed.
The others watched them go.
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Wait, where are they-"
"The showers," Lunch said, her voice flat.
"Together?" Chi-Chi sat up fast. "That's-"
"Smart," Panchy said calmly, sipping her drink. "Very smart~"
"What's smart about it?" Bulma demanded.
Panchy just smiled. "She's taking her shot. Can't fault her for that~"
Bulma's face went red. "But—"
"Let her go," Lunch said quietly. "She got there first."
Chi-Chi stood up. "We should—"
The three younger women froze, glaring at her.
The shower area was simple, a row of individual stalls, each with a curtain for privacy. The sound of running water echoed off the concrete walls.
Most of the stalls were empty. The beach was clearing out as the sun set.
Mai walked to the last stall, the one furthest from view. She pulled the curtain aside and stepped in.
Then she looked back at Goku.
He stood at the entrance, waiting.
"Are you coming?" she asked quietly.
Goku stepped forward and entered the stall, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
The space was small. Barely enough room for two people. They stood close, the shower head above them, not yet turned on.
Mai reached up and turned the water on.
Cold at first, then warming. It poured down over both of them, washing away the salt, the sand.
Water streamed down Goku's face, his hair, his chest. It ran in rivulets over his abs, down his legs.
Mai's black bikini turned glossy and slick under the spray. Her hair plastered to her back and shoulders.
They stood there, facing each other, water cascading between them.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Then Mai looked up at him, water dripping from her lashes.
"I want my first time," she said quietly, but clearly. "With you."
The words hung in the air, barely audible over the sound of the shower.
"Not a kiss. Not touching. I want everything."
Goku's expression was serious now. Focused. His eyes searched hers.
"You're sure?" he asked, voice low.
"I'm sure."
"This changes things, Mai."
"I know."
Goku was quiet, water streaming down his face.
Then he reached out, his hand cupping her jaw, tilting her face up toward his.
"Once we do this," he said softly, "you're mine. You understand that?"
Mai's breath caught. Her heart slammed in her chest.
"Yes," she whispered.
His thumb brushed across her lips.
"Then come here."
Mai closed the distance between them.
Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, around his neck. She had to rise on her toes even in the shower, their height difference significant.
Goku's hands found her waist, gripping firmly, and he lifted her slightly, just enough that she didn't have to strain.
Their lips met.
His mouth moved against hers, and she followed his lead. Their tongues met, sliding together.
The shower spray ran down their faces, warm water streaming between their lips, making everything slick.
Mai's hands tangled in his wet hair, gripping tight. Her body pressed against his, chest to chest, her bikini top the only barrier between them.
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Goku's hands slid from her waist down to her hips, then around to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his body responding, hardness pressing against her stomach through the thin fabric of his shorts.
She gasped into his mouth.
He pulled back slightly.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice rough.
His eyes searched hers one more time, checking, making sure.
She nodded.
His hands moved with purpose. One slid up her back to the tie of her bikini top. He tugged, and the knot came loose. The top fell forward, caught between their bodies, then fell away entirely, swept aside by the water.
Her bare breasts pressed against his chest now, soft flesh against hard muscle, her nipples already hard from the cool spray and anticipation.
Goku's other hand went to the side of her bikini bottoms. His fingers hooked under the fabric.
But he didn't pull them down. Didn't remove them.
He just pushed the fabric to the side.
Mai's breath hitched as she felt the exposure, cool air and warm water hitting bare skin that had never been exposed to anyone before.
"Goku~" she started, her voice trembling.
"I've got you," he said quietly, his forehead resting against hers.
His hand stayed there, holding the bikini aside, his fingers so close to where she was wet< and not from the shower.
His other hand gripped her thigh, lifting her leg up and around his hip. The position opened her further, made her completely vulnerable.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, holding on.
He reached down to his own shorts. She heard the sound of the drawstring being pulled, felt the fabric shifting.
Then,
She felt him. Not his hand. Him.
The thick, hard length of him pressing where she was exposed, where the bikini had been pushed aside. Hot and solid even with the cool water running over them.
Mai's whole body tensed.
"Breathe," Goku said softly, his lips brushing her ear.
She tried. Her chest was tight, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might break through her ribs.
This was it.
This was really happening.
His hand tightened on her thigh, positioning her. She felt the pressure, the blunt head of him pressing against her entrance.
"Look at me," he said.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Dark eyes locked with darker eyes.
"You're sure?" he asked one last time.
"Yes," she whispered.
He began to push,
Slowly. Carefully.
The pressure built, stretching her, forcing her open inch by inch. It wasn't gentle. Her body resisted instinctively, too tight, unprepared for the intrusion despite how wet she was. Mai's fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into slick skin as she fought to stay grounded.
Then, a sharp sting. A flare of pain that made her gasp and tense completely.
He'd pushed through something. Broken through.
Goku stopped immediately, buried only partway. He knew what it was. "Mai,"
"Don't," she managed through gritted teeth. "Don't stop. Keep going."
Her leg tightened around his hip, pulling him deeper despite the pain. "Please. I want this."
He searched her face, water streaming between them.
He pushed deeper.
The burn intensified, stretching, filling, overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him forcing her body to accommodate, to yield. It hurt. But beneath the pain was something else, a fullness, a connection, a claiming that made her heart race.
Goku moved with agonizing slowness, giving her time to adjust, letting her body soften around him. His muscles trembled with the effort of holding back, she could feel it in his arms, his chest pressed against hers, the tension radiating through him.
"Breathe," he murmured against her neck.
She tried. Her chest was tight, her entire focus narrowed to where they were joined, where he was pushing deeper, claiming her completely.
Finally, he reached deep. Buried almost entirely, their bodies locked together completely.
Mai's breath came out in a shuddering gasp. The fullness was almost too much. She felt split open, impaled, every nerve ending firing. The pain was still there, a dull ache, but it was fading, being replaced by something warm and electric.
"Goku..." His name came out broken, desperate.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into hers. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her soaked hair. The other gripped her thigh hard enough to bruise. "I've got you," he said roughly.
He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed to hers. Their breaths mingled in the steam.
Then he moved.
Not much, just a slow, shallow roll of his hips. A testing drag that made sparks explode behind her eyelids.
Mai's head fell back against the tile wall. "Oh,"
He did it again. Pulling back slightly, then pushing in. The friction was overwhelming, her body gripping him tight, slick and hot despite the water cascading over them.
The pain was fading fast now, chased away by pleasure that built with each careful thrust. Her body was learning, adjusting, welcoming him.
"More," she whispered.
Goku's eyes darkened. He pulled back further this time, then drove in deeper. Harder.
Mai cried out, the sound echoing off the shower walls.
He set a rhythm, slow at first, controlled, letting her feel every inch of him sliding in and out. But his restraint was cracking. She could see it in his face, feel it in the way his grip tightened, the way his breathing turned ragged.
"You feel-" he started, then stopped, words failing. His hips snapped forward, burying himself deep, and she gasped. "So fucking good."
It made something clench low in her belly.
He picked up the pace, still careful, but more insistent now. Each thrust sent pleasure ricocheting through her body. The stretch, the fullness, the way he hit something inside her that made her vision white out.
Mai's leg locked tighter around him, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot with every thrust.
"There," she gasped. "Right there,"
Goku growled, an actual animalistic sound, and drove into that spot relentlessly. His control shattered. He fucked her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin audible even over the shower spray.
Mai couldn't think anymore. Could only feel. The pleasure building, coiling tight in her core, winding tighter and tighter with each brutal thrust. Her body was on fire, every nerve singing, the pressure unbearable.
"Goku, I—I can't—"
"Let go," he commanded, his voice rough and dark. "Come for me, Mai."
It crashed over her like a wave.
Her body seized violently, back arching off the wall, a scream tearing from her throat. She shattered completely, pleasure so intense. Her inner muscles clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing, trying to pull him deeper.
She couldn't stop shaking. Couldn't control anything. Just held on as he kept moving, fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was sobbing against his shoulder.
"Goku—Goku—too much—"
But he couldn't stop now. His rhythm turned erratic, desperate. He buried himself deep one final time, grinding against her, and she felt him pulse inside her, hot and thick, spilling deep.
He groaned long and low, his entire body shuddering, face buried in her neck. His arms wrapped around her completely, crushing her against him as he emptied himself inside her.
She felt the warmth of him inside her, deep, settling. No barrier between them. Nothing to stop what they'd just.
They stayed locked together as the aftershocks faded, both trembling, gasping for air. The water continued pouring down, cooling now, rinsing away the sweat and evidence.
Mai felt boneless. Claimed. Changed.
The ache between her legs was sharper now, a sweet, throbbing reminder of what they'd done. She'd probably be sore tomorrow.
Goku eased out slowly, carefully, and she winced at the sensitivity. He caught the expression.
"You okay?" His voice was soft again, tender.
She nodded, managing a shaky smile. "Yeah. I'm... yeah."
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He reached down, adjusting her bikini bottoms back into place with gentle fingers. Then he retrieved her top from where it had fallen, tying it carefully behind her neck and back. His movements were efficient but caring, taking care of her.
When he finished, he cupped her face, thumbs brushing away the water on her cheeks.
"You're mine now," he said quietly, echoing his earlier words. Possession, yes, but also affection. Protection.
Mai's hands came up to touch his chest, resting her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat still racing. "Yes."
He smiled, genuine, and leaned down to kiss her. Soft, unhurried, sealing the promise they'd just made with their bodies.
The water turned cold. Goku reached up and twisted it off. The sudden silence was loud, broken only by distant waves and their slowing breaths.
They stood there dripping for a moment, just looking at each other.
"We should head back," Mai said, her voice still rough.
"Yeah."
As they walked back toward the beach, the moon had risen, full, massive, hanging low over the ocean like a silver coin. Even though night hadn't fully settled, its light was bright enough to paint everything in shades of blue and white.
Mai and Goku walked back toward the group, still dripping, still marked by what they'd done.
Then.
A roar.
Massive. Primal. The sound shook the air itself, rattling through their chests.
Screaming followed. Panicked voices.
Goku's head snapped toward the beach. His eyes went wide.
"Stay here," he said to Mai.
"But,"
He was already gone.
He dashed forward, his body blurring with speed, sand exploding in his wake.
—
Chaos.
A giant ape stood on the beach, easily fifty feet tall, brown fur, massive muscled limbs. Its eyes were blank, mindless, glowing faintly red in the moonlight.
Yamcha lay crumpled on the sand, barely conscious, blood trickling from his temple.
Krillin stood in front of him, arms spread wide, shaking but defiant. His body was battered, bruises forming, one eye swelling shut. But he held his ground.
Behind Krillin, huddled together, were Bulma, Chi-Chi, Lunch, and Panchy. Their faces were pale with terror.
Oolong and Puar were hiding behind a rock, peeking out.
The ape roared again, the sound deafening.
Then it raised its massive fist, the size of a car, and brought it down toward Krillin.
Krillin closed his eyes, bracing for impact.
*Goku !*
BOOM.
The sound of impact shook the beach.
But Krillin felt nothing.
He opened his eyes.
An enormous fist hovered inches from his face, knuckles the size of boulders.
But it wasn't moving.
Krillin looked up.
Goku stood behind him, one arm extended upward, palm flat against the ape's fist. His feet were planted in the sand, legs braced, holding back the crushing force with one hand.
He was smiling.
"Nicely done Krillin," Goku said casually.