EPIC Side Story: Dragon Ball

Chapter 11: Carrot : Confidence

"Mmm…I may have made a slight mistake in your transmigration. Your breasts are a bit larger than I remember…"

Though he would never make such a mistake, Vahn knew Sarina had a moderate obsession with the size of her breasts. She believed they made her appear mature and attractive, so, even if it was just lip service, Vahn made sure to comment on them whenever the opportunity presented itself…

With a fierce blush on her face, Sarina's eyes were focused on the Capsule House in the distance as she resisted the urge to squeal and moan under Vahn's persistent ministrations. When she heard his comment, her already stiffening nipples became completely rigid as she instinctually closed her legs in an attempt to rub her thighs together.

Squeezing his knees together to prevent Sarina's hips from wiggling about, Vahn briefly massaged her belly before moving to her breasts and allowing his subtly luminous, lotion-covered fingers to sink into the indescribably soft mounds of flesh. Then, without going out of his way to directly tease her nipples, he massaged and kneaded the mochi-like mounds until they were glistening with a thin yet thorough oil covering.

"I'd say that about does it for your front. Flip over so I can do your backside…"

Willfully choosing words that could be misconstrued, Vahn was unsurprised to feel a powerful and expectant shudder run through Sarina's body. Doggy style was her preferred position when it came to rough and intense sex as she liked to have her breasts dangle and sway with the impact of each thrust. The only position she preferred, even more, was the standard missionary as it allowed her to lock her legs and arms around Vahn's body as they kissed and made slow and passionate love…

Seemingly forgetting that Vahn was supposed to be applying lotion to her skin, Sarina didn't simply flip over in response to his words. Instead, she habitually got on her hands and knees, a dazed and somewhat intoxicated expression on her face as she playfully swayed her hips.

As tempting as the offer was, Vahn ultimately just massaged Sarina's soft yet muscular bottom for a bit before reminding her they were currently at the beach. This caused the impassioned look on her face to transition to one of confusion, as, more often than not, Vahn would simply slow or stop time so they could do it when and wherever.

Understanding Sarina's confusion, Vahn allowed the thumb of his right hand to slip beneath the fabric of her bikini, gently tracing the sensitive skin that had been cut into by the elastic band as he reminded, "We agreed that I wouldn't use my authority over Time during our stay. If you want to be able to 'play around' whenever you want, you'll need to master the ability yourself."

Punctuating his words with a very light smack to Sarina's bottom, Vahn was able to inhibit the plea forming at the tip of her tongue. She was too used to being able to do it whenever she wanted, so, now that she had asked him to spend the next thirty-odd years training her, Vahn was going to use sex as a tool to motivate her. If she wanted to be able to have sex whenever she wanted, she would need to master time and space abilities as well…

Though a wave of anxiety briefly washed over her body, Sarina quelled her impassioned state pretty quickly when Goku suddenly emerged from the sea with a bus-sized shark in tow, shouting, "Uncle Vahn! Sarina! Look what I caught~!"

As Sarina promptly descended to the beached towel to cover her breasts, Vahn half-turned to wave at Goku, replying, "Nice catch, Goku! Go ahead and place it next to the grill. Once I'm finished here, I'll start cooking."

"Okay~!"

Without even suspecting that Vahn and Sarina might have been doing something naughty, Goku dragged the 1500kg fish over to the grill. This actually confused Vahn a bit, as, in the version of Dragon Ball he was most familiar with, Goku and Krillin had struggled to train with 40-100kg turtle shells during their training with Master Roshi. In spite of this, Goku's initial encounter with Bulma showed him dragging a giant fish that was easily four meters in length and well over 800kg…

Shaking his head, Vahn chalked it up to the existence of Laws he wasn't intimately familiar with. For all he knew, Goku was simply at his most powerful when it came to the procurement of food. If he didn't have more important matters at hand, Vahn might have pulled out his Scouter to check…

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After failing to get Vahn to fork over one of the [REquip] Systems, Bulma was in a huff as she went through more than a dozen different swimsuits, complaining, "No, no, no! None of these are even half as sexy as what that woman was wearing! I could have sworn there was a micro bikini in here somewhere…!"

Though she normally wouldn't even consider aiming for a man that was already in a relationship, Vahn's behavior and Sarina's words made it pretty obvious they weren't against the idea. If not for the fact she was uncomfortable with the notion of sharing her man with another, Bulma might have already jumped off into the deep end. Instead, she was determined to at least try and steal Vahn for herself…

Just as she was about to give up, a flash of camo appeared in the corner of Bulma's vision. This was exactly what she was looking for. Unfortunately, only the top could be found amongst the veritable mountain of clothes that dominated nearly half of her walk-in closet.

Tearing away at the mountain of clothes in futility, Bulma's frustration grew until she shouted, "Ugh! Why do I even have all these clothes in the first place!? I can never find what I'm looking for…!"

With yet another reason to secure and market the [REquip] System, Bulma decided to forgo the complete outfit and improvise. She was quite confident in her appearance, so, instead of fretting over the pieces that were missing, she sorted through a few different bottoms before settling on a pair of compression shorts that resembled jeans.

To complete the outfit, Bulma attached a green Hoi-Poi Capsule Holster to her right thigh and a band-strap for a hunting knife to her left. Then, as she had absolutely no intention of getting in the water, she donned a pair of standard-issue combat boots. She had always been fond of firearms, so, despite sanctions that prevented civilians from purchasing military equipment, Bulma had a large collection of authentic goods that ranged from pistols to literal tanks.

Being the daughter of the richest man in the world had its perks.

After checking herself out in the mirror for the better part of ten minutes, Bulma pulled at the trim of her shorts until the fabric at the back was thoroughly wedged between her pert and perky butt. It was more than a little uncomfortable, but, when it came to impressing and poaching men, sacrifices had to be made.

Finally satisfied with the way she looked, Bulma gave her right cheek a light smack as she remarked, "I'd like to see him remain calm when he gets an eyeful of this…"

Recalling the nigh perennial mask of calm on Vahn's face, a determined look flashed across Bulma's face as a stubborn resolution formed in her heart. Her target might be a God but that didn't mean she was just going to bend the knee and worship the ground he walked on. No. He had come here for her. That was proof enough that he was drawn to her beauty and intelligence. She might not be able to get him to fawn over her like the other idiots eager to get in her pants but that wasn't going to stop her from taking charge and seizing the reins in their relationship. She might enjoy showing off and flaunting her appearance but she was no one's trophy.

After repeating the mantra in her mind more than a dozen times, Bulma was able to suppress her anxiety long enough to depart the Capsule House. In total, it had taken her more than an hour to change. Vahn had long finished applying Sarina's lotion, so, while the latter was tanning on one of the beach chairs, the former was hard at work preparing and cooking the veritable mountain of fish Goku had procured.

Seizing the opportunity, Bulma sauntered over to Vahn with a trepidatious yet excited smile on her face. Her intention was to approach him from behind and jump on his back in a manner that would have pinned her breasts firmly against him. Before she could cover even half the distance, however, Bulma's pace gradually slowed to a stop as the diameter of her eyes gradually increased.

"Was he always this hot…?"

Having only ever looked at Vahn's face previously, Bulma was genuinely surprised to see how toned his body was without a shirt on. She had never seen someone with such a well-defined yet compact physique. It was like every part of his body had been sculpted to perfection. If Bulma hadn't already come to terms with the fact that Vahn was a God, his physique would have been more than enough proof. There was no way a human could possess such features…

Sensing Bulma's gaze, a teasing smile developed across Vahn's face as he looked over his shoulder. This caused the buxom blunette to freeze like a startled deer caught in headlights. Fortunately, just as Bulma was beginning to regret trying to show off, Vahn casually remarked, "You look even more amazing than expected. That outfit really suits you."

Feeling the tensions drain away from her body, a gratified smile developed across Bulma's face as she habitually combed through her hair and asked, "Do you mean it? You're not just saying that to try and make me feel better, right?"

Maintaining a relaxed smile, Vahn shook his head before turned back to the grill and answering, "I may embellish things but I never tell lies. You should trust in the confidence that compelled you to choose such an outfit. You are a remarkably beautiful woman, Bulma…"

Hearing Vahn addressing her by name rather than referring to her as Ms. Briefs, an indescribably fluttery feeling spread through Bulma's chest as her heart began palpitating like a forty-year-old diabetic. She had never thought that hearing her name could sound so pleasant. In fact, prior to this exact moment, she had actually preferred Vahn referring to her Ms. Briefs as his voice made everything he said sound polite and sincere…

Feeling uncharacteristically bashful, Bulma began as she averted her eyes, cupped her flaring cheeks, and remarked, "You're way too good at this…" before summoning up the courage to ask, "Okay, Mr. God…if you always tell the truth, then answer me this…did you come to Earth with the intention of getting into my pants…?"

Setting aside the metal spatula he had been using to flip fish patties, Vahn half-turned to look at Bulma before answering, "My reasons for coming here are exactly as I stated previously. However, I won't deny that the thought has crossed my mind. If it hadn't, I wouldn't have left my door open for you…"

Though she already expected such a response, the complexion of Bulma's face became even redder as the image of Vahn's toned yet muscular figure appeared in her mind. She had thought about him quite a bit the previous night, but, now that she knew what he looked like beneath his shirt, she had a much clearer image to work with. It was kind of scary, but, at the same time, she would be the one lying if she said she wasn't interested…

Lowering her hands, Bulma forced herself to meet Vahn's gaze as she said, "Hey…why don't we-"

Interrupting Bulma's poorly considered proposition, Goku emerged from the sea, shouting, "Uncle Vaaaahn! Look over there! Mr. Turtle's come back and he's brought an old man with him…!"

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(A/N: Alternate Titles: '(O w O)…','The downside to having functionally infinite wealth and being a hoarder…','Bulma's route was 99% complete the moment she saw Vahn's body xD…')