A/N: Here, have some more smut in DBZ. SI is 17, the waifu are 18 and Bulma. Enjoy~
The faint hum of machinery was the first sound that greeted him. Android 17 opened his eyes to the dim glow of fluorescent lights. He wasn't sure what he expected to see, but it wasn't the twisted, gray-bearded face of Dr. Gero staring back at him. He felt disoriented, not from the environment, but from the flood of memories rushing through his mind. He remembered dying in a hospital bed in another life. He remembered... Earth, but not this Earth.
"You are finally awake," Dr. Gero said, his voice cold. "I have programmed your mind with all the data you need. Your mission is simple. Kill Son Goku."
Android 17 stared at him, the name Goku setting off an avalanche of images in his head. He remembered the spiky-haired Saiyan, though not from this life. His lips curved into a calm smile. "Understood, doctor."
Dr. Gero nodded, clearly satisfied. He turned his back to check a monitor and muttered about calibrations and upgrades.
Android 17 watched him, already plotting. He wasn't supposed to know anything beyond what Dr. Gero programmed. Yet images of another world in another life surged like a tidal wave. He clenched his fist. He could feel the raw power in his hands, the kind that could crush mountains. For now, he needed to bide his time.
For days, 17 played the role of the obedient soldier. He followed Dr. Gero's orders, testing his limits, and learning the layout of the lab. Once he was satisfied, he waited for the opportunity. It came one evening when Dr. Gero hunched over a console, his focus entirely on his work.
17 moved quickly. He grabbed Dr. Gero by the throat, lifting the old man off the ground. Dr. Gero's eyes widened with a mix of shock and fury. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice rasping.
17's grip tightened. "Earning my freedom."
Dr. Gero reached for a remote control but 17 crushed it with his other hand. Sparks flew as Dr. Gero struggled, his words turning to choking gasps. With a final squeeze, 17 ended the man who had built him. Dr. Gero's body crumpled to the floor, lifeless.
17 turned to the row of pods lining the wall, most of them emptied. His eyes landed on one in particular, the capsule containing "his" sister. Her blonde hair fanned out inside the pod, her expression serene.
He couldn't help but lick his lips when he saw her, a hunger of something primal lit inside him. He spent most of his past life in the hospital. He never had the chance to truly live. Now that he was here and with a more than healthy body, he intended to enjoy it to the fullest. Something he'll get to do really soon if he plays his card right.
He pressed the activation sequence. The pod hissed open, releasing a cloud of cold vapor. Android 18's eyes fluttered open. She stepped out as she took in her surroundings. She looked at him in confusion for a moment before her gaze flickered past him to Dr. Gero's lifeless body in the corner. A smirk of her own tugged at her lips.
"About time."
This wasn't the first time they were "activated" according to what little memories 17 had of his time in this world, but it's certainly going to be the last.
17 leaned against the console, his sharp blue eyes meeting 18's. "I remember something. Something from before all this."
18's expression hardened, her arms crossing. "Before? We don't have a 'before.' Gero erased that when he turned us into his little science experiments."
"That's the thing," 17 said. "I shouldn't remember anything, but I do. I know who we were before him."
She frowned, her icy blue eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"
"Before Gero took us, we weren't just random nobodies. We had names. Lives. You weren't just '18,' and I wasn't just '17.' Your name is Lazuli. Mine is Lapis."
She blinked, the name seeming to echo in her mind. For a moment, a flicker of something crossed her face, like she was trying to picture it. But then she shook her head, her lips curling into a bitter frown.
"Lazuli," she repeated, testing it. "Sounds pretty, but it doesn't mean anything to me now." She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Do you feel like Lapis? Because I sure as hell don't feel like Lazuli."
17—or Lapis, as he now knew himself—let the question hang in the air for a moment. "I don't know," he admitted. "It feels… weird. Like something that belongs to another life. A life that's long gone."
Quite literally in his case.
18 snorted. "Exactly. Whoever Lazuli was, she doesn't exist anymore. Gero made sure of that." She gestured at herself. "This is who I am now. Android 18. It's simple, and it fits."
He studied her, trying to gauge if she truly meant it. She wasn't wrong. Whatever Gero had done to them had wiped that slate clean, whether they liked it or not, even if his "slate" was replaced by... whatever it was that happened to him.
"Then we stick with it," he said, nodding. "17 and 18. Fine by me."
Her smirk returned. "Good. I didn't feel like rebranding anyway."
The two of them shared a moment of silence, the weight of their stolen past lingering between them. But they knew one thing for certain—they weren't slaves to Dr. Gero's plans anymore. And what came next would be entirely on their terms.
17 leaned against the lab wall, arms crossed as he watched his sister pace the room. She looked restless, like a lioness testing the limits of her cage, even though the cage was gone now. Freedom tasted strange, like a flavor they didn't recognize.
"So, what do you want to do now?" 17 finally asked, breaking the silence.
18 paused, turning to him. Her face twisted in thought.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I haven't exactly had the luxury of planning my life, you know?"
17 gave a small shrug. "Fair."
18's gaze shifted to the open lab doors, where the faint light of the outside world trickled in. "We were made to kill Goku," she said. "Might as well do that. It'll keep us busy until we figure out something better."
17's jaw tightened. He shook his head. "No."
Her brows lifted. "No? Why not? Isn't that the whole reason Gero put us together in the first place?"
"Maybe," he said, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to her. "But that's Gero's obsession, not ours. I didn't kill him just to keep following his orders. Fuck that."
18's smirk faded slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to gauge his intentions. "So, what? We just walk away from it all?"
"Yeah," he replied, his voice resolute. "We do. We figure out what we want. Not what Gero wanted. Not what anyone else expects."
She studied him for a moment, the gears turning in her head. Finally, she shrugged. "Alright, if not Goku, then what?"
17's gaze lingered on 18. Her body was sculpted, powerful, and lithe—an unmistakable product of Dr. Gero's twisted work, but it wasn't just the enhancements that caught his attention. It was the raw, perfect combination of strength and beauty that stood before him. He couldn't help but let his eyes trace the curve of her hips, the way her clothes clung to her toned form.
He leaned against the console, watching her with a knowing smirk. "You know... there's not many people—or androids—like us."
18 stopped in her tracks, looking back at him, her eyebrow raised in suspicion. "What are you getting at, 17?"
He stepped forward, his voice low. "We're both super strong. No one's even close. We're built for power. And we've got... endless stamina."
Her eyes narrowed. "Where are you going with this?"
He shrugged casually, but the edge in his tone sharpened. "Well, if we're going to be free, we might as well enjoy it. And we both know there's not much to do around here. So why not... you know, take advantage of what we've got?"
18 rolled her eyes. "I'm not fucking you, 17."
He chuckled, pushing himself off the console and taking a step closer to her. "Come on. We're both too strong. There's no one else out there who can match us. Not even close. Where else are you gonna find another guy who wouldn't leave you high and dry? No one can keep up with us."
18's had a thoughtful look at his question but she quickly regained her composure and shook her head. "We're siblings, you idiot. This is ridiculous."
But 17 wasn't backing down. "Does it matter? You said it yourself, we're not who we were. Besides, the only other person I could think of who might be able to keep up with us is Goku."
18's face twisted in disgust, and she gagged dramatically at the thought. "Goku? Are you serious? That idiot? I'd rather kill him than get anywhere near him like that."
17 laughed, "It's just a thought. But let's be real—he's the only one who could match us. So if you're not into that idea then..." He wiggled his eyebrow at her.
"Urgh- boys." She rolled her eyes and looked away.
"How about this," 17 suddenly thought of something, "I know where Dr. Gero stashed his cards and their pin. I'll take you shopping afterward."
"I'm strong enough to take what I want," 18 countered.
"Yeah but where's the fun in that? Shopping is as much about the experience as it is about the stuff you buy."
18 thought it over, pursing her lips as she considered it. She won't lie, going into a store and just taking whatever she wants does sound boring.
"Alright," she finally said, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Fine. But this doesn't mean we're in some kind of thing, got it?"
17 smirked, "Of course not. We're just two powerful beings with nothing to do. This is purely for pleasure."
'...for now,' He added in his mind, already looking forward to the day 18 finally give in.
"Yeah, whatever." But her voice wasn't as cold as she made it sound. Inside, she could feel something shift—a pull she couldn't deny. She had thought about it before, but now that she was, she felt a flicker of something beneath the cool exterior. Something she hadn't expected to feel. Curiosity. Maybe even a touch of excitement. She glanced at him again. His body was just as sculpted, just as perfect as hers. But there was something about the way he moved, the way he looked at her, that made her pulse quicken with anticipation.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she did want to. But she wasn't about to let him know that. She wasn't about to make it easy for him.
"You're not as cold as you want to seem," 17 said, his voice low, almost teasing, as he closed the gap between them.
18 shot him a sharp glance, "Don't flatter yourself."
But she didn't back away from him, not even when he took her chin between his finger and thumb. His eyes flickered to her lips before looking up to meet hers, and he smirked. He leaned in, so close that his breath tickled her skin. "No need to deny what you want."
He leaned in. She didn't fight him when he closed the gap, didn't pull away when he brushed his lips against hers. She met his kiss and felt a wave of heat racing through her body. When he finally pulled back, she stood there for a moment, caught off guard by her own reaction. He took advantage of her daze, sliding his hands to her hips, and pulling her body close against his.
Without another word, she closed what little distance there was left between them pulling him into another kiss. The moment their lips met it was like an explosion. The chemistry between them was undeniable. All the tension that had been building up between them came to a head in that single, searing moment. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue tangling with his. Her body pressed up against his as if she couldn't get close enough.
She wasn't sure what she was doing anymore. This felt so wrong but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to.
When they finally pulled away both of them were breathless. 18's cheeks were flushed her lips swollen. She stared at him her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"This doesn't change anything," she said her voice shaky but with a defiance she always had. "This is just... temporary."
"Of course..."
He picked 18 by the waist and lifted her effortlessly. Without a word, he placed her on a nearby table. The surface was cold but she didn't seem to care. Her eyes were locked onto his watching him carefully. She hadn't expected him to be so bold so fast but there was no mistaking the fire between them now. He stood over her his body close enough that she could feel his heat. He leaned in kissing her again.
His hands roamed down her body feeling the hard lines of her muscles and the curve of her hips. 18's hands moved instinctively to his chest but she didn't push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer.
17 pulled back just enough to look at her. His breath was heavy but steady. "You still think you don't want this?"
18 swallowed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She wasn't sure what she wanted. The only thing she knew for sure was that every part of her was on fire. She needed to feel more.
"Shut up and kiss me." She demanded. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him back down to her in a kiss.
17's hands slid under her shirt his fingers tracing the lines of her skin. His mouth left hers and moved down her neck. She moaned softly as he kissed her skin his teeth grazing gently against her neck. She didn't know where this was going but she no longer cared. All she wanted was more of him. More of this.
He pulled away slightly, his breath still hot on her skin. "You want this?" he asked his voice low.
"Yes," she whispered. "I want this."
17 gripped her waist and pulled her to the edge of the table. His hands worked quickly, tearing at her clothes, and exposing her body. His hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing. She didn't know why it felt so good, but it did. 18 didn't resist. She wanted it.
He leaned down, his lips claiming hers again, his hands tracing her body. She moaned into the kiss and grabbed his shirt, tearing it open with ease. He pulled back long enough for it to fall from his shoulders. She kissed him again, her hands sliding over his bare chest, and feeling the hard lines of muscle. He was like a rock beneath her fingertips. Her hands moved down his body, feeling the curves of his abs, the shape of his hips, then sliding over the growing bulge between his legs.
She kissed him harder, tugging at the waist of his pants to free his cock. It sprung out, hard, thick, and ready. She wrapped her fingers around it stroking his length, and feeling a thrill run through her when he groaned into the kiss.
She wanted him. No more games. No more pretending. She wanted him inside her, needed him.
"Fuck me," she said as she broke the kiss, her voice thick with need.
17 smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Right now, no foreplay?"
"Fuck foreplay! I want to feel this thing split me open."
"Well, if you insist." He moved between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as he aligned himself with her entrance. He rubbed his cock against her wetness, feeling the heat radiating from her.
She moaned. Her hips buckled against him, desperate to feel him inside.
Without further hesitation, 17 thrusts into her, hard and deep.
"OHHHHHH..." She cried out at the sudden stretch from the way his cock filled her. She clawed at his shoulders, holding on to him as she felt every inch of his length pulsing deep inside her. It felt incredible.
He set a relentless pace. He fucked her hard, his thrusts deep and punishing as if he wanted to drive himself even further into her core.
He pulled her legs higher, wrapping them around his waist as he fucked her harder, slamming into her again and again. Each thrust had her gasping, her chest rising and falling quickly. She couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her. His cock was all she could feel—every inch, every movement. It hit all the right places, making her forget everything but the overwhelming pleasure building in her core.
She was lost in it, in him. He fucked her hard, fast, and with no mercy. She could feel every inch of him, every movement driving her wild. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, mixed with her moans and his grunts.
"Fuck," 17 growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he fucked her with increasing urgency. "You felt so good."
"Nnnngh," she moaned and gasped. "F-feels s-so good," She agreed, "Don't stop."
18 could barely respond, her breath ragged and shaky. She was so close now, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. She met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his, desperate for release. She couldn't hold it back.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped.
"Come on," he urged, his hands gripping her hips, pounding into her faster. "Let go."
She cried out as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, her legs tightening around him as she came hard.
17 didn't stop. He fucked her through it, the intensity of her orgasm only driving him harder, faster. His pace quickened with every thrust becoming more frantic until he groaned, his own release approached. He came deep inside her, his body jerking with the force of it. He filled her with his seed, spilling hot and thick inside her.
The two of them were still for a moment, the sound of their heavy breathing the only noise in the room. When their breathing finally slowed, 17 leaned forward, kissing her hungrily. His cock was still hard and ready for more.
18's body was still tingling, every nerve alive with the sensation of his touch. She was breathing heavily but the ache inside her hadn't gone away. If anything, it was only growing stronger.
They went on for hours, their bodies locked in an endless rhythm of desire. Neither of them tired. Neither of them slowed. Every stroke, every touch was just as fierce as the first. They both lost track of time, consumed by the heat between them. Sweat coated their skin, their breath coming in ragged gasps, but neither of them cared.
They fucked like animals, their stamina never faltering. 17 moved inside her with relentless force, filling her up with so much of his seed, and yet kept fucking her until she couldn't remember where she ended and he began. Her body was sore, but the pleasure kept coming, wave after wave. She didn't want it to stop. Every time she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pushed her further, making her beg for more.
They had been at it for hours or maybe even days, but neither of them was counting.
Eventually, their bodies began to slow. Their energy was still endless but their body was reaching its limits. 18's body was aching. The pleasure lingered but her senses were overwhelmed with the aftershocks of every orgasm. 17 too didn't stop until he had nothing left to give and by then, her stomach was bloated as if she was pregnant.
They collapsed into a sweaty heap, their breathing heavy. The room was filled with the scent of sex and cum.
The next day, they found themselves walking through a bustling city street. They made their way there after 17 downloaded everything he could and blew up Dr. Gero's lab, including the secret underground level. It was simple enough to reach now that they could fly. 18 was still feeling the aftermath of their marathon but it didn't stop her from dragging him along to the nearest mall.
He did make the promise, he was determined to keep it and help her with her shopping. His eyes, however, occasionally flicked over to 18, watching her, noting how her hips swayed as she walked in front of him.
18 turned her head and smirked at him, clearly aware of his attention.
"You planning to stare all day or are you gonna help me pick out something?" she teased.
17 raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "I'm just admiring the view," he replied coolly, his gaze still lingering on her behind.
She rolled her eyes, though there was a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Keep looking and you won't be able to walk when we get back."
"I like that idea."
"You're such a perv," she scoffed. "But no sex. We're here to shop."
"A shame. Oh well, there is always later."
They entered a clothing store, 18 immediately heading for the racks with a mission. She didn't need him for this, but it felt oddly entertaining to have him there. She picked through the outfits, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if he was paying attention. When she was done, she had a handful of outfits with a dozen more she forced 17 to carry as they headed to the changing room for her to try them.
She stepped into the changing room, the curtain pulled tightly behind her. 17 leaned casually against the wall, waiting for the "show" he knew he was about to get.
Moments later, 18 reappeared. She was wearing a black cocktail dress. It hugged her curves, the hem barely brushing her knees.
17 didn't even try to hide the way his eyes raked over her body. He watched as she turned, the tight fabric flowing across her body, her ass jutting out just enough to give a teasing show. She stopped in front of him, her eyes locking with his with a grin.
"Well?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. "You like it?"
17 gave a low whistle, "I like it. Very sexy."
She turned, glancing at herself in the mirror.
"It's pretty good," she agreed but he could tell she didn't like it all that much.
"-but it's not a very you outfit," he continued.
"Exactly."
She walked back into the changing room. A moment later, the curtain fell and she reappeared in a slinky red dress that left little to the imagination. The fabric was thin, clinging to her in all the right places, and when she spun around, the hem of the dress fluttered, revealing just enough skin to keep him hooked.
He let out a wolf whistle.
"Damn, I already saw all of you yesterday but this... this is a different kind of sexy."
18 looked pleased with his response, turning and posing for him. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I want to rip it off you and have my way with you again."
18 gave an exaggerated pout, "That's so rude! We're in a store! What if someone sees?"
"Would you care?"
She thought for a moment then shook her head. "Eh, whatever. This outfit doesn't really fit me either."
She disappeared back into the changing room again. Over and over again, she stepped out wearing one outfit or another. Some she kept, some she didn't but each one was more provocative than the last. Eventually, they ran out of outfits.
"How about this one?" she asked, stepping out of the dressing room with another outfit.
This one is the "iconic" outfit she wore during the latter half whole android fiasco. A white t-shirt with a black vest and blue jeans complete with a pair of black gloves.
"Oh, I like that one. You look good in it."
She smirked at his approval, "I think so too. I'll be keeping it."
After finishing their shopping, they hopped into a car 17 bought using Dr. Gero's money and the two drove off. 18 sat in the passenger seat, still adjusting the new clothes she had picked out, though the drive was quiet for now. Her eyes flicked over to 17, who seemed more focused on the road ahead than anything else.
"Why a car?" she finally asked, breaking the silence. "We can fly, you know."
17 shrugged. "I wanted to try it. Now that I did, I don't get what all the rage about them is about. Seems like a pain in the ass."
Now that he tried both, if he had to pick between driving and flying, he'd picked flying every time.
"Then let's just toss it and fly."
"But I already bought it. I want to at least use it to reach our destination before we get rid of it."
"Eh, it's your car... you still haven't told me where we are going," 18 said. She gave him a sidelong glance.
17 grinned, "Have you heard the story about the Dragon Balls?"
18 raised an eyebrow, "The Dragon Balls? Do you want to eat them or something? I heard dragons are quite rare."
"Not that kind of dragon balls. The Dragon Balls are seven magical orbs that grant wishes. You gather them all, and you can make any wish you want. I thought we could go on an adventure to find them since we had nothing better to do," he replied.
"Wish granting balls... Are you sure you didn't get duped?" 18 asked. "Seems like a waste of time."
"100% sure. Besides, why couldn't it be real? Last I checked people can't fly nor shoot explosions out of their hands. You never know."
"Whatever," 18 let out a yawn and stretched her arms over her head. "Wake me up when we get there."
She leaned her head against the car window and closed her eyes. 17 watched her for a moment before glancing back at the road.
17 and 18 pulled up to Capsule Corp. The sleek exterior of the building glowed softly in the twilight.
"This is the place the Dragon Ball is at?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the massive structure ahead of them.
17 nodded. "Nah, this is Capsule Corp, home to Earth's brightest mind, Bulma Brief. She has something that'll let us track the dragon ball."
They got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. 18 followed silently. 17 wasn't focused on the task ahead so much as he was trying to mask his excitement. Bulma had always been one of his favorite characters before all this happened. She was fun, smart, and strong-willed, something he found very attractive.
They approached the main entrance. Before they could knock, the sliding doors hissed open, revealing Bulma standing there. Her bright blue hair caught the glow of the interior lights. She wore casual clothes, but her sharp eyes immediately locked onto the two strangers.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone curious but wary.
17's lips curved into a charming smile. "I'm Android 17. This is my sister, 18."
18 kept her distance with her arms crossed. She wasn't here for small talk when something didn't interest her.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Android? You look human to me. What do you want?"
"We're looking for information on the Dragon Balls. Figured you'd be the one to talk to."
Bulma blinked before frowning. "Dragon Balls? Why do you want to know about those?"
Before 17 could answer, another figure appeared behind her. Vegeta stepped into view, his muscular frame and unmistakable scowl making it clear he wasn't thrilled about the visitors, even if this wasn't his house. His dark eyes darted between 17 and 18, sizing them up.
"Who the hell are these two?" Vegeta growled, crossing his arms.
17's gaze didn't waver. "Relax, man. We're not here to cause trouble. We're on a quest and need some help."
Vegeta snorted. "Help? From her? What makes you think she'll help a couple of nobodies like you?"
18 stepped forward, her sharp tone cutting through the air. "Watch your mouth, shorty. Or I'll-"
Bulma held up a hand, stepping between Vegeta and the androids. "Alright, let's all calm down. I don't know who you two are or what you want, but I'm not about to get into a fight over it. If you're serious about the Dragon Balls, we can talk... but not here in the doorway."
Bulma turned, motioning for them to follow. Vegeta lingered, his glare fixed on the pair as they entered Capsule Corp. His gut told him there was more to these two than met the eye.
17 handed 18 the credit card with a smirk. "Go ahead and look around the city. You might find something you like."
18 gave him a look with narrowed eyes before she took the card from his hand. She knew what he was about to do and she wasn't one to linger when shopping sounded more interesting. Besides, she was still a little sore from their "quick stop" to get gas. She stepped away from him and disappeared down the block.
17 watched her go for a moment before turning back to Bulma with a smile. "Lead the way."
Bulma looked at him curiously before nodding and leading him into the building. They headed into the living room and sat across from each other. Vegeta joined them, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed, staring daggers at 17.
"Alright, let's hear it."
17 leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"A few years ago, a man named Dr. Gero..." He explained their history and why they were there. He played it as if they were looking to restore their memories with the help of the Dragon Balls, without outright saying it.
Bulma's face scrunched up as she listened, her hand rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"I see. I didn't think remnants of the Red Ribbon Army were still active after Goku destroyed them years ago. But I suppose that explains how you know about the Dragon Balls and why you need them."
VVegeta scoffed. "Those guys are a bunch of incompetent morons. Who needs robots to fight their battles for them?"
"Yes, yes, Vegeta, we all know how strong you are. It's good that you're so humble," Bulma said with an exasperated tone.
Vegeta glared at her before turning around. "I thought it was something interesting. But if that's all it is, I'm heading back to train."
"Sure. Go train your ass off. Maybe you'll find a way to get a clue," Bulma replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
17 watched him leave, smirking in his head at the idiot prince's lost opportunity.
"Well, it looks like you have your own problems. Is he...?" 17 asked, his voice trailing off.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "He wished he got a girl as good as me. No, it's... whatever. It doesn't concern..." Her words trailed off as her gaze wandered over him. She looked at his chest, her eyes sliding lower to his legs, then back to his face. Her lips curled into a slow smile, her tone shifting as she leaned in slightly. "...or maybe it does. So, tell me, handsome. How are you planning to make this worth my while?"
17 leaned back, his gaze meeting hers with a smirk that carried more weight than words ever could. He stood, moving across the room toward her. The space between them shrank as he stopped just short of her personal bubble. "Well," he said, his voice smooth and low, "I can think of a few ways."
Bulma tilted her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't back away but held her ground, her lips curving in an amused challenge. "A few ways, huh? I'm listening."
He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of her hair from her face. The light contact made her arch a brow, but she didn't stop him.
"I think actions speak louder than words," he said as his fingers traced the curve of her jaw.
"You're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"
"Confident," he corrected. He leaned down, his lips just close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "And you like that."
"You think you know me so well after just meeting me."
"I do," he replied, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. He closed the distance between them with a kiss. His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her in place.
Bulma kissed him back. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. His lips were warm and soft and it didn't take long for her to become lost in the kiss.
She broke the kiss for a moment.
"Lock the door, don't let anyone else in," She ordered, though not to him, before her eyes locked onto his. "You're not shy about taking what you want, are you?"
His hands slid down her waist, gripping firmly as he pulled her closer.
"Only when it's worth taking," he said, his voice low and steady as his lips moved against her jawline. His mouth trailed lower, pressing against her neck, tasting her skin while his fingers worked the hem of her shirt. Bulma let out a soft gasp as his hand moved underneath the fabric.
"You better know what you're doing.".
"I always do," he replied. He lifted her shirt higher, exposing her toned stomach and more. His gaze roamed over her, taking in every inch before he tugged the shirt off entirely and tossed it aside. His hands found her waist again, thumbs brushing over her skin as he leaned in to capture her lips once more.
Her hands found his belt, pulling at it. "If you're going to talk big, you better back it up," she murmured, her tone daring.
He smirked against her lips, his hands already working the clasp of her bra. "You'll see soon enough."
Bulma's fingers moved down to his waistband, not hesitating for a moment before pulling it open. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it wasn't what she saw when his dick sprang free. Her eyes widened in surprise at its size.
"Wow, you weren't joking."
He was hard, thick, and rearing to go with veins running along its length.
Bulma licked her lips, her eyes tracing the impressive size of him. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck as she lowered her gaze to it. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her grip tight as she stroked it once, testing how it felt in her hand.
Without saying a word, she sank to her knees in front of him.
"You sure you can handle it?" he asked teasingly.
She met his gaze with a confident smile, something she wasn't sure she felt. He's bigger than any she had before... even if she had only been with one person.
"Let's find out," she said, before leaning forward. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him. Her lips parted wider as she slid more of him inside, the thick length stretching her as she slowly moved up and down. She used one hand to stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth as she bobbed her head on his length.
17 groaned, his fingers running through her hair as she worked his dick. He couldn't help but admire the way she took him, how eager and confident she was.
"Fuck, that feels good," he murmured as his hand held her head steady. Bulma's mouth moved with a steady rhythm, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, the wetness of her tongue adding a slickness that made him groan.
His fingers ran through her hair, gently guiding her as she sucked him down. She thought about resisting for a moment, she was used to being in charge, but this time, she decided against it. She let him guide her and soon enough, he was pushing her to bob her head faster and forcing her to take him deeper.
Her hands gripped his thighs for balance as he pushed her head down. The thick length filled her throat, making her gag and moan at the same time. The whole thing sent a strange thrill through her. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop. Instead, she bobbed her head faster, moving with him as he began thrusting into her mouth. She could feel his cock going in and out of her throat with each thrust.
Her mind was a blur. She was only focused on the rhythm of his thrusts, the way he dominated her with each movement. He wasn't gentle and she decided she didn't want him to be. She wanted the roughness, the dominance, the control. He was using her as he pleased and she loved every second of it. She never thought she would enjoy being treated like this so much. His hand held her head firmly and forced her to keep up with his pace as he fucked her mouth.
Even her body was responding to the rough treatment. Her pussy ache with need and was wetter than it had ever been before. She moaned as she let him use her for his pleasure.
Before long, she could feel his cock twitch against her throat. She knew what was coming next and she was ready for it so when he pushed her down hard on his cock, all the way to the base, and held her there. Her only response was to tighten her throat around his length, milking his cock as he came.
She squirted a little when his hot and thick cum filled her throat. She drank it down greedily, making sure she got every last drop. When he was done, she let him slip out of her mouth. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him with a sultry gaze. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of his cum in her mouth.
If this was how it felt when he was using her mouth, she couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night held. Her pussy was aching with need just thinking about it. She wanted more.
He moved his hand from her hair, his fingers trailing down her neck to her breasts, gripping them roughly, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. Bulma's back arched slightly as she let out a soft moan, her body responding to his every touch. She didn't care how much of a mess she looked like right now. She never thought she'd enjoy being used like this so much. She wanted more. She craved it.
He lifted her up and tossed her onto the couch behind her. She sat up on her elbows, watching him with a heated gaze as he undressed her. He pulled her jeans off and eyes locked on her exposed pussy, her arousal clear from the wetness dripping down from her folds.
"Look at that," he teased, kneeling in front of her. "All this just from sucking me off."
She squirmed and a blush creeping up her neck but she didn't deny it. She could feel her wetness trickling down her thighs, soaking into the couch underneath her. She knew her face must be bright red at this point.
"It's all your fault," she said. She could feel the heat of his gaze burning her skin. "Are you gonna do something about it or just sit there and look?"
17 let out a soft laugh. He spread her legs apart and ran a single finger down the length of her slit, just barely brushing the sensitive nub between her legs. She jumped from the brief touch and gave a soft gasp.
"I guess I'll do something about it. It would be a shame to waste such a perfect pussy," he said.
His thumb pressed against the sensitive clit, rubbing it in gentle circles and making her writhe beneath him. He watched her intently, his gaze raking over her body as he enjoyed how she reacted to his touch.
Since she was already so wet, he didn't play with her for long. He moved up on the couch, spreading her legs open more to make room for him. His cock brushed against her lips and he teased her a moment longer before pushing in. He slid inside her slowly to let her adjust to him. The feeling of her velvet walls wrapped around his dick felt different from 18. It wasn't as tight but the way it clung to his cock, how he perfectly filled her, the way her body responded to his every touch, it was incredible.
"Ahh," Bulma let out a soft sigh when he entered her, his thick cock stretching her in all the right ways.
He leaned down, his mouth capturing her lips as he began to thrust into her. His body moved with hers in a steady rhythm as he began to fuck her in earnest. Their bodies moved together with no resistance.
After a while, 17 grinned as he pulled back. H looked down at Bulma beneath him, her body flushed and her chest heaving with each breath. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before leaning in again before he flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up so her ass was high in the air and positioned himself behind her. Without a second of hesitation, he slammed into her from behind.
Bulma gasped, her fingers digging into the cushion as the force of his thrusts made her body tremble.
"Ahhh," she moaned, her voice breathy with need. "You're so deep inside me."
He grinned, his hands gripping her hips hard as he fucked her faster. He loved the way her body responded, the way her tight pussy clenched around him with every stroke.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "It's as if your pussy was made for me."
Bulma could only moan as she gripped the cushion in front of her. Her face was flush with heat, her body trembling as he filled her up again and again.
"A-ahh," she gasped at the way his cock filled her, stretching her tight walls, pressing against her G-spot with each. "Harder, I want it harder."
17 didn't need to be told twice. He slammed into her harder, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. He reached around, grabbing her tits, squeezing them as he fucked her with a brutal rhythm. Bulma moaned loudly, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
She pushed herself back into him, "Oh god," she panted, "don't stop."
He didn't. His grip on her hips tightened as he fucked her faster, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease. He leaned forward, biting down on her neck as he drove himself as deep inside her as he could with every thrust.
"Fuck," he murmured, his lips against her ear. "You feel so good."
Bulma couldn't form a response. She was too focused on how he filled her, how she could feel her orgasm building inside.
"I-I'm so close," she gasped, her hand reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit.
17 let go of her hips and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. "Don't you dare cum without permission," he said, his voice a low growl.
Bulma's hand paused and she let out a shaky breath. She didn't want to disobey him, but it was so hard to resist when she was so close.
"Please, I need to cum," she begged, her voice desperate.
He released her wrists and smacked her ass, "Don't make me tell you again."
Her hand resumed its rhythm and she bit her lip, stifling the moan threatening to escape and trying her hardest to resist her climax. But with the way he fucked her, she knew it wasn't going to be long. She could already feel her body tensing up, the heat coiling in her belly threatening to break loose.
"I-I can't hold it back," she warned. "I'm going to- Ahhh."
She lost it. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, ripping through her body in a rush of pleasure. She let out a loud moan, her eyes squeezing shut as her body quaked beneath him. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had.
"What did I tell you?" He asked after letting her recover for a bit, "I told you not to cum until I say you can. Bad girl."
She opened her mouth to apologize but was cut off as he shoved her face into the cushions.
"Since you disobeyed me, I guess I'll have to punish you."
Bulma whimpered as he pulled out of her. Her pussy was still recovering from her orgasm he wasn't focused on that for the punishment. He had something else in mind. He moved his dick up a bit, positioning it right above her asshole. Bulma's eyes widened when she felt the tip against her unprepared entrance.
"Wait- What are you doing?" She gasped, trying to look back at him.
"Bad girls like you need to be punished," he said, pushing into her slowly. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, but he pushed through and slowly worked his dick into her ass.
"Oh god-" She winced as he stretched her, trying not to cry out as he worked his way inside her. He was so big, so thick. She felt the burn, the unfamiliar sensation of being filled that way. She had never done this before but when he took control, she couldn't bring herself to stop him.
She didn't think it was possible, but he kept going until he was buried deep inside her.
"Damn, your ass is even tighter than..." he groaned. He stopped himself before he could say 18 and potentially ruin the moment.
"Ahgg-," she whimpered as she clenched around him. "It hurts..."
He leaned over her, his hands on her hips. He whispered in her ear, "I know it does. But you'll like it soon enough."
He gave her a moment to adjust then began moving his hips slowly at first, sliding in and out of her ass, trying not to hurt her too much. But with every thrust, her body responded and soon he was fucking her ass with the same intensity as he fucked her pussy.
Bulma's eyes were squeezed shut, a mixture of pain and pleasure mixed on her face as he fucked her. She didn't know how long he'd been doing this. The minutes melted together and she lost track of time. All she could think about was how much he filled her and how good it felt to have him use her like this.
He pulled her up until her back was pressed to his chest and wrapped one arm around her waist. His other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look back at him.
"I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your ass up and you're going to take it all, got it?" he demanded.
"Y-yes," she said, nodding her head quickly. "I-I'll be a good girl and take it all."
He smirked at her obedient tone.
"Good girl. Open your mouth."
Bulma opened her mouth and let him push his fingers in. She sucked on them obediently while he continued to thrust into her ass.
He couldn't take it any longer. With a growl, he grabbed her hips in his arm and shoved himself deep inside her. His body tensed as his cum poured out inside her. Bulma let out a soft moan around his fingers as his cum filled her ass. She squirted when he came inside her, a little spraying out from her pussy and dripping onto the couch below.
17 pulled his fingers from her mouth and she collapsed onto the couch. She let out a breathy moan, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she recovered.
He slid out of her with a grunt, spraying more cum onto her back. It dripped down between her ass cheeks and down her thighs. Bulma let out a small whine at the sensation.
"Fucking hell," 17 muttered, his breathing heavy. "That was good."
"Hmmm..." Bulma could only nod, her mind still reeling from their intense session.
"But you still came without permission so turn around," He gave her ass a firm smack before standing up. She winced and rolled over. She noticed his cock was still hard, the thick length dripping with cum.
"Y-you can't be serious-"
"Oh, but I am. You said you'd be a good girl but you couldn't hold back. So now, you're going to lick all this cum off my dick, then I'm going to fuck that perfect little pussy of yours again."
She looked up at him, her face flushed, and nodded. "Y-yes, sir." She said, not caring that it had just been up her ass.
"That's right, now get to work," he said, his gaze boring into hers.
She swallowed hard and moved into position between his legs. After she cleaned him off, he wasted no time in grabbing her hips and pushing her down on his cock like he had promised.
They spent the rest of the night in a sex-induced haze. He fucked her on the couch, on the floor, in the kitchen, in the shower, on her bed, anywhere he wanted, and continue to fuck her until she passed out from exhaustion. Even then, he still wasn't satisfied.
Luckily for Bulma, 18 had returned from her shopping trip by then so she was given time to rest. That was until she woke up to the sound of 17 fucking her sister and was pulled back into the sex-fueled fun.
Bulma rolled up to 17 and 18 on a wheelchair.
"Here's the stupid Dragon Radar!" She threw the device at 17's head. "I still can't believe I let you fuck me in the ass."
17 caught it without much and handed it to 18.
"What can I say? I have that effect on people."
Bulma glared at him and his smug attitude. "Yeah, well, I never want to see you again!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing you again though," he said with a smirk. "Maybe when I return from my quest, you'll recover enough to be my 'good girl' for another night."
Bulma's cheeks flushed at that, "Shut up and get out of here already!"
"Alright alright. I'll be seeing you soon, sweet cheeks."
17 and 18 flew off into the distance.
Bulma glared at them as they disappeared around a corner.
"He better not be joking," she muttered, rubbing her sore ass.
"That's it? Wasn't that a little too easy? These are supposed to be magic balls that can grant any wish." 18 asked after they gathered all 7 Dragon Balls.
"What did you expect? We were remade into the strongest being on this little planet. It would be weird if it was a challenge."
The hardest part of their little quest was when they went to retrieve the Four Star Dragon Ball and it wasn't for the reason you would think. They showed up at Goku's house, asked for the Dragon Ball, Goku saw that they were strong and asked for a spar in return. He beat Goku pretty handily. Then Goku asked to fight 18 too and 17 had to step in to stop 18 from killing Goku... multiple times.
"I thought there was going to be more to it. This was disappointing."
"Well, this next part will be more interesting," he replied with a grin.
18 raised an eyebrow and handed him the last Dragon Ball.
"If you say so."
He put the last ball with the rest and called out, "Rise, Eternal Dragon! And grant my wish!"
The two of them stepped back as the air around them seemed to pulse with energy. The ground beneath their feet trembled as the Dragon Balls began to glow brighter. The light shot up into the sky before a massive shadow loomed overhead. Shenron, the eternal dragon, stretched out into the sky with glowing, fiery red eyes.
"I am Shenron, the Eternal Dragon. State your wish, and it shall be granted." His voice boomed, echoing through the air.
"Wish huh? You never did tell me what you wanted to wish for," 18 said, her arms crossed.
"Eh, it's nothing too important." 17 replied before turning to Shenron, "I wish for the bombs inside of us to be removed. I want them gone for good."
"Huh... I forgot about those," Said 18.
Shenron's eyes pulsed with a brilliant light as Shenron's voice rumbled again. "It is done."
17 looked down at himself, "That's it? I don't feel any different."
18 shook her head, "I don't either. Is that all?"
Shenron nodded. "That is all. Farewell."
The dragon faded into nothingness as the Dragon Balls rose up into the sky and shot off in different directions.
"A disappointing quest with a disappointing end." 18 commented.
17 shrugged, "You can't win them all. At least the Dragon was cool right?"
"I guess so." She looked over at him, "So, what now?"
"Celebratory sex?" He suggested with a grin.
"You're too horny for your own good." She complained, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.
"I'm not hearing a no~"
"That's because there wasn't any," She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss.