The Cell Games have been announced.
Goku, Trunks, Vegeta, and Gohan know of the threat the evil bio-android
faces to the innocent people of the universe. Cell had announced several
days ago that he would start the tournament in exactly ten days. With
the fate of millions on the line Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Trunks, and Piccolo
went on their ways to train hard for the upcoming battle.
It has been four days since the
announcement, it was quiet in the Son household. The only activity the
house had was the wife of the great Super Saiyan Warrior Goku, Chichi,
sitting on a chair in the kitchen reading a magazine in the sunlight
that shined through the window behind her. The sink was empty as she
washed all the dishes, the floors and counters were so clean its as
if nobody with an appetite like Goku had ever been there.
Chichi thumbed through the pages
of the gossip magazine with a sigh. She felt lonely, her husband and
son were gone for such a long time to train, the last time she ever
seen Goku was last night when she cooked him dinner. That moment hardly
lasted due to Goku's inhuman eating habits as he ate over twelve plates
of food within the span of one minute, then left again with Gohan to
go train.
As her depression sank in she heard
a knock at the door. Finally, somebody. As she walked to the door thoughts
ran through her head as to who could it be. It couldn't be her karate
bum husband. If it was him she would have made dinner for him. She calmly
opened the door to see a familiar friend.
“Bulma? What are you doing here?”
said a surprised Chichi, as this was the first person to ever come see
her in a long time that didn't involve food being on the line.
“Hi, Chichi. It's been awhile
since either of us ever spent any time with each other, so I thought
I'd come visit for awhile. May I come in?”
“Oh, why sure, Bulma. Come on
in, I just had the place all cleaned up and everything.” The blue-haired
beauty walked through the doorway and looked around the house.
“Wow, I can tell. The place looks
great.” she said. She took a big wiff of the air. “It smells nice
in here.”
“Well thanks, I lit a few of
these aroma scented candles in here. I don't usually have them lit due
to Goku's constant clumsiness and working out might knock them over
and burn the damn house down.” Chichi responded.
Bulma giggled at the thought. “Yeah,
that Goku, he's got a lot of heart, but not very much upstairs if you
know what I mean.”
The two ladies sat down at the
kitchen table. Chichi poured two cups of coffee and sat each cup on
either side of the table. Chichi happily sat down and took a sip from
her cup.
“So, where is Goku and Gohan?”
asked Bulma.
“Oh those two? Well ever since
that monster Cell has announced the Cell Games those two hardly ever
come home anymore. They're up on Mount Paozu and training. I swear,
if they keep that up that entire mountain will be reduced to rubble.”
As if on Chichi's cue, a small
tremor shook the ground the house was standing on.
“There they go again. Using their
massive powers to make themselves stronger. It's like that's all those
boys care about is their strength, not one bit about me. The only time
I ever get to see them is when I cook them dinner, but then they gobble
every bit of it down like a school of piranha fish. Then after that
they run back up to that mountain and go back to training.”
“Oh, I know how you feel, Chichi.”
said Bulma. “Vegeta does that, too. He trains in my father's gravity
generator at 400 times earth's normal gravity. He only ever comes out
to demand that I make him some food. Every time I try to talk to him
he just yells at me and tells me 'You're in my way of obtaining a level
higher than that of a super saiyan. I'll never defeat Kakarot if you
keep interrupting me like this.' Thank god I was able to get father
to watch Trunks while I am over here.”
“Those ungrateful men. We offer
them our love, cook them food, and even give birth to their children,
and they show us nothing for it. We deserve better than this!”
Bulma takes a swig of her coffee.
“Yeah, really. At least the Trunks
from the future shows gratitude a helps out around the house and helps
keep an eye on baby Trunks once in awhile. It’s a shame his father
is such a fucking prick.”
Chichi looks down at her cup with
a frown.
“I'm sexually starved... only
time Goku ever attempted to make love to me was when we were first married.
He barely did that right, I swear, the man thought my vagina was a place
I can put food in like a mouth. He doesn't even know how to keep his
own strength in check, he knocked me out of the bed quite a few times.
My pussy was sore for a week afterward. I know he means well, but he
just doesn't learn much.”
“That's how I felt when I first
made love to Vegeta. He was so rough, I thought he would have killed
me in that bed. My legs were so sore afterward that I walked with a
limp for a few days. It's hard to believe those Saiyans ever managed
to populate their species without literally splitting their mates in
half during intercourse. At least it was better than when I did it with
that dork Yamcha. It's like every man I've ever met is either bad in
bed or just a total loser.”
Chichi looks up from her cup.
“I swear, if it wasn't for the
fact that he and I have a son together I'd leave him. The poor man would
probably starve to death if it wasn't for me being able to cook food
for him.”
Bulma looked into Chichi's beautiful
brown eyes, and slightly down her body.
“You know, I don't see why any
man wouldn't want you. You're a great wife, and you're very beautiful
too. Any man would probably die just to be with you. That Goku should
be more appreciative of you.”
Chichi looked directly into Bulma's
lovely green eyes too.
“Thanks. I think the same about
you. You're very lovely. I remember how great you looked when I saw
you in the audience of the World Martial Arts tournament.”
Bulma then blushed at Chichi's
words.
“Thank you, at least somebody
thinks so. You know, I bought this brand new dress recently. One that
shows off lots of.. stuff. Maybe I can use it to entice Vegeta to pay
attention to me now. I spent quite a bit of money on it so I hope it
works.”
Chichi blushed at the thought of
what Bulma in a revealing dress would look like.
“Bulma, can I see it?”
Bulma's head swam over the idea
of another attractive woman looking at her in her revealing dress. She
took the chance and agreed.
“Sure. I'll be happy to show
it to you.”
“Okay. Can I come by after I
give Goku and Gohan their diner for the night? They will probably smell
it all the way from there when I start cooking it soon.”
“Sure!” said Bulma. “We'll
even have drinks, too.”
Chichi stood up with a smile on
her face. “Oh that sounds great. I can't wait!”
The two women then chit-chatted
for a few hours. Bulma told Chichi of all the adventures she, Krillin,
and Gohan had on Namek. Chichi would regale stories she had when she
was a child with Goku. After awhile mid-day finally came.
“Well, Bulma. I think it's about
time I make dinner for those two right about now.”
“Okay, Chichi.” said the blue-haired
woman. “I better go home and check on Trunks. I guess I'll see you
later on tonight.”
Bulma got up out of her seat, and
kept her eyes on Chichi as she walked out of the kitchen and out the
front door. Once she was outside she looked up at the orange mid-day
sky. Sighing, she reached into her back pocket to pull out a Capsule.
She pressed the button and threw it on the ground to make her own personal
hovercraft appear before her. She got in, took one last look at Chichi's
house, and drove off.
About an hour passed since the
two women talked over coffee. Chichi had laid out a gigantic dinner
(rather gigantic by human standards, as it was enough food to feed a
family of ten.) Fried rice plates, sweet and sour chicken, pork dumplings,
roast duck, barbecue steak, all kinds of delicious foods anybody would
be grateful to eat. Once she finished setting the table she opened the
kitchen window. She stared out of it, expecting Goku and Gohan to come
running down. Just then she heard a high pitched loud swish directly
behind her. It startled her, and quickly she spun around to see the
visage of a familiar warrior wearing an orange gi, with a young boy
next to him.
“WAAAAH! Goku?! How did you get
here so fast?” exclaimed Chichi.
“Oh, Chichi. I didn't mean to
startle you. I noticed dinner was ready so I warped here with my instant
transmission technique.”
“Well, you could have used the
door, like a normal husband.”
“Yeah, but then the food would
have gotten cold. After all, I was on that big mountain far away from
the house.”
Goku and Gohan turned their heads
toward the kitchen and noticed all the food on the table. A big childish
grin stretches across Goku's face.
“Alright! Your mom made us a
great dinner, Gohan. Let's eat!”
“Yeah, all this training in my
new Super Saiyan form sure makes me work up a major appetite,” said
Gohan.
The two saiyan warriors rush to
the table and start shoveling down the food. Goku and Gohan didn't even
bother with the utensils, they eat so fast that their hands don't even
have time to get sauce and grease all over them. It was like a pack
of piranhas ripping a full sized animal to its bones in a matter of
seconds.
Chichi walked over to Goku and
started whispering something in his ear.
“Goku, I got something to show
you in the bedroom later on tonight. Will you take a night off from
training and spend it with me?”
Goku stopped shoveling food in
his mouth for a few seconds to respond back to Chichi.
“Is it food? I thought you don't
allow food in any part of the house other than the kitchen,” muffled
Goku with a mouth full of sweet and sour chicken.
Chichi then fell down in shock
over the fact that Goku was totally dense on the subject. Chichi then
started raising her voice at Goku.
“Goku, you dense idiot! Is that
all you can think about is your bottomless stomach? You don't even know
what the hell I'm talking about do you?!” Chichi shouted to Goku,
with her face literally a few inches from Goku's ear.
Gohan stopped eating and got curious.
“What are you talking about,
mom?” said the young child Super Saiyan.
“I don't know, son. What does
it mean, Chichi?” responded Goku.
Chichi literally stood there with
her mouth hanging open in amazement at how dense the father of her own
son was about sex. She refrained from explaining it to her husband since
Gohan was obviously too young to be hearing about this.
“You know what, Goku, never mind!
Just eat your dinner,” Chichi growled.
Goku then undauntedly turned back
to his food and continued to stuff dumplings in his mouth. Chichi walked
into the living room of the house and sat down on a chair, still upset
over her dense, food-obsessed husband. The sounds of them chewing and
gnawing at the food can be heard all the way in the other room. Finally
they finished eating. Goku stood up stretching his arms and back up.
“Well Gohan, that was an awesome
dinner. Maybe next time your mom will cook up some more. Okay let's
go back to training.”
“Okay, dad,” Gohan said with
excitement in his voice. The boy ran over to his dad's side. Goku placed
his hand on Gohan's head, and with a flash and a high pitched woosh
the two Super Saiyans vanished out of the house via Goku's instant transmission
skill. Chichi walked into the kitchen to survey the damage that her
husband and son may have left behind.
All the plates, bowls, and cups
were left behind, with every trace of food totally picked off. Even
the bones of the meat they ate were completely picked clean. The flatware
was so clean that the only thing Chichi had to do was throw away the
bones and put the dishes away.
“Grrrr... GOD DAMN MEN!” Chichi
shouted in a voice loud enough that Goku could have possibly heard it
all the way from the mountain.
Chichi started fuming and sat back
down on the chair in the living room. Groaning in anger, nothing could
ever make her forget about her husband, who put her off just to train.
She was emotionally and sexually frustrated. Her mind was running at
a million miles an hour, but one person stuck in her mind when she thought
of her. She immediately thought of Bulma. She was just as upset with
her man as she was. The words she said on how Bulma's looks made her
something every man would want, and she was imagining what Bulma looked
like naked. It somehow put Chichi's mind at ease, all the anger she
had towards her karate bum husband were forgotten, she sat there smiling,
whispering Bulma's name to herself.
She then remembered she was invited
over to Bulma's house in the city for drinks and to see her new revealing
dress. Maybe a few drinks will help her relax. She grabbed a Capsule
Corp brand flying car capsule and walked out the front door.
Meanwhile, back at the Brief residence
Bulma sat on the outside patio. Sitting in the back yard was the Capsule
Corp's space ship, inside loud flashes of light, loud blasts, and yells
come from the inside of the spaceship. Bulma new that her current lover,
Vegeta was inside training at 400 times earth's normal gravity. Bulma
knew Vegeta had been in there all day. He usually comes out of the heavily
gravitated spaceship only for food and water, as there was none in the
ship.
The front door of the spaceship swung open. A familiar blue spandex and white space-armour wearing Prince of Saiyans stepped out. Still sporting a familiar scowl on his face, his clothes were showing tears and his armor showed signs of damage.
Bulma ran over to Vegeta and put
her hands together, looking in the sour Saiyan Warrior's face with glee.
“Oh, Vegeta. You finally took
a break from training. I thought you'd be in there till you died or
something.”
“Oh, it's you,” grumbled Vegeta.
“What do you want?”
“Well, Vegeta. It's been awhile
since the two of us did anything together. The left side of my bed is
rather empty. What do you say we go up there. I bought a new dress for
the occasion that I thought you might like,” Bulma said as she winked
at Vegeta.
“Sounds like a waste of time.
Time I could be spending to increase my strength.”
Bulma was hit with disappointment.
“But Vegeta, don't you love me?
I'm the only woman who cared for you. I had your son. I'm even giving
you the means to train. Don’t you think I deserve at least some kind
of attention?”
Vegeta paused while his back was
turned to the blue-haired beauty.
“Let me make this clear to you,
woman. I care nothing for you or that wretched boy. Nothing else matters
to me! My only concern is to train and surpass the level of Super Saiyan,
defeat Cell, and then destroy that fool Kakarott.”
“But...”
“Damnit, Bulma! The time I spend
with you is time I could spend training!” Vegeta barked. “You're
nothing to me, I regret getting intimate with you back then. Now leave
me alone. If you bother me again I will NOT hesitate to reduce you AND
everyone here to vapor. Now GET LOST!”
Vegeta strolled into the house
while still scowling and muttering under his breath. Bulma's rage grew
even more as her saiyan lover walked into the house for food.
“FUCKING MEN!” shouted Bulma,
a shout so loud that it echoed throughout the city and scared a flock
of birds out of a tree nearby. She walked back inside the house, still
fuming from her ordeal.
She made it to the front room of
the house, which was far from the kitchen, where Vegeta was eating.
She sat down on a chair, with the light of the room provided by a small
reading lamp. She looked at a framed picture of all her friends she
met on her adventures long ago that was sitting next to the lamp. It
had everybody, Goku, Tien, Yamcha, Yajirobe, Yamcha, Chaotsu, Krillin,
and finally Chichi.
She gazed upon Chichi in the picture
and remembered how she looked in the World Martial Arts Tournament facing
off against Goku. She closed her eyes and started to slowly place her
right hand by her crotch with her red cheeks and a big smile on her
face. She then proceeded to slide her hand underneath her short skirt
and slightly wet pink panties. She teased her snatch for a few seconds
only to be interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
She stood up and walked towards
the door only to notice her hand is slightly sticky and wet. Before
answering the door she ran in the bathroom to rinse off her hand. After
rinsing it in cold water she quickly went to the door. She then straightened
out her hair and opened the door.
She looked out the door to notice
a familiar black haired woman.
“Oh, Chichi, you made it,”
Bulma said with excitement.
“Hello, Bulma,” said Chichi
as she slipped a Dyno-Cap in her front pocket.
“I've been waiting for you.”
Chichi walked into the door when
Bulma gestured her to come in. She walked in Bulma gently put her hand
on Chichi's lower back, and slowly towards her butt. Chichi slightly
blushed, she didn't mind Bulma's hand so close to somewhere private.
Bulma led Chichi to her vacant bedroom at the other side of the house.
There was a bed on the far end of the room built for two people, with
one side having a slight indention as if somebody had slept there before,
but the other side was spotless.
“So, where's Vegeta and Trunks?”
Chichi asked.
“Vegeta? Oh, that asshole. He's
probably done eating and back to training by now. Trunks is probably
asleep by now, same with baby Trunks,” responded Bulma.
“Figures.”
Bulma reached behind a dresser
on the opposite side of the room and grabs a large ceramic jug from
behind it.
“So, how about a drink, Chichi?”
“Um, sure. That's what I'm here
for right now after all,” giggled Chichi.
Bulma grabbed a pair of small sake
cups from behind the dresser where she grabbed the jug. She handed one
to Chichi and poured a small amount of liquid from the jug into the
cup. Chichi was reluctant to try the drink, but she eventually decided
to take a drink. She almost choked on the strong taste and burn from
the liquid.
“Ack! What is this stuff? It
tastes like something you'd put in the engine of a car,” said Chichi.
“It's a special blend of liquor.
I got it from Master Roshi's place. He said he made it himself. I admit
it's strong, but it really helps me unwind.”
Bulma poured some of the jug into
another small cup and drank a little bit herself. She then sat down
on the bed and sighed as the liquor hit her hard. Chichi then noticed
Bulma's reaction to the drink and decided to try taking another drink
from her own cup. She took a swig and managed to actually swallow it.
The rush of the alcohol slightly overwhelmed her, she too was knocked
off her feet and landed on the bed, almost spilling the content of her
cup.
“Holy shit. My head is swimming.
What did Roshi use to make this stuff, lighter fluid?” said Chichi.
Bulma then giggled, then took another
swig of her cup, finishing the rest of it. Bulma layed back on the right
side of the bed, her hand carelessly landing on top of Chichi's. Chichi
noticed the feeling of Bulma's smooth skin on her hand. She started
looking at Bulma's figure then, she lustfully stared at Bulma's silky
legs that were exposed from her short dress, then all the way up to
her torso and her cleavage which separated as Bulma exhaled. Chichi
then finished off her drink and cleared her throat, with a blush in
her face and nervousness in her voice.
“Ahem, so. Bulma! You said something
about an expensive dress you tried to use entice Vegeta.” asked Chichi.
“Oh yeah, that. I still have
it, wanna see how it looks on me?” said Bulma.
“I'd love to,” said Chichi,
with some childish enthusiasm in her voice.
Bulma the smiled and stood up,
setting her empty cup on the nightstand. She casually strolled to the
closet that was opposite of the wall and opened it. Chichi smiled and
leaned forward with excitement as Bulma reached inside. The sound of
metal hangers clicking together echoed in the room.
Bulma finally pulled out a hanger
with a small skimpy yellow dress on it. This dress looked like it was
at least two sizes too small for anybody to wear, it was heavy intimate-wear.
Chichi then imagined what Bulma would have looked in it.
“Oooh, that looks really stunning.
Can you try it on?” asked Chichi.
“Sure, I'll go change and come
right back.”
“No no no, you can change here.
I don't mind,” Chichi giggled.
Bulma blushed and felt a slight
dampness in her panties as she imagined getting naked in front of Chichi.
She really wanted to undress in front of her, little did she know that
Chichi was anxious to see Bulma's exposed body.
Bulma then nodded with a grin and
turned around. Bulma slipped off her red shirt and threw it at Chichi.
Chichi caught it and giggled, then took a sniff of the shirt as Bulma
turned around and not noticed. Bulma then pulled her short skirt down
passed her legs, bending over with her butt pointed at Chichi, hoping
she'd notice her pink panties, and Chichi could tell she was excited
about it as she noticed a slight damp spot between the legs when she
bent over. Bulma's bright pink nipples got hard as she stood back up
and realized the girl she now had a crush on was watching her get almost
nude.
Bulma then slipped the yellow dress
on, which miraculously fit. It almost exposed Bulma's butt and panties
while it was on as Chichi was still able to see them with Bulma's back
turned to her. She then turned around, Chichi blushed harder as this
dress was very cleavage revealing as the dress barely covered her nipples.
“What do you think?” Bulma
asked.
“It's stunning. I don't see why
any man wouldn't want you in that. You're... gorgeous,” stuttered
Chichi.
“Thanks.”
Bulma walked over to Chichi and
sat down next to her on the bed.
“Chichi, you know how you and
I are having problems with our men?” Bulma asked.
“Yeah, that lousy Goku ran off
with Gohan after he ate enough food to feed a platoon of soldiers,”
Chichi huffed.
“Well, maybe it's just Roshi's
liquor working in me, but I think I’ve had it with men for awhile...
maybe... girls aren't a bad idea after all.”
Chichi's eyes widened at that thought.
“Really? You mean you like girls,
too?”
“Well... kind of. I remember
back in high school I was in the girls' locker room and showering after
a gym class. There was this black haired girl in the shower with me.”
Bulma was looking down at the floor
as she said this.
“What about her?” Chichi asked
curiously.
“Her body was glistening in the
water from the shower. She was lathering her body. I couldn't stop staring
at her breasts, her ass, her pussy. I loved it.. I just wanted to kiss
her all over her body.”
Chichi put her hand on Bulma's
left leg.
“I know. I noticed how excited
you got when you were changing into that sexy dress for me,” Chichi
said.
“How... did you know?”
“I saw that your panties were
wet,” Chichi whispered in Bulma's ear.
Chichi then decided to lick the
rim of Bulma's ear. Chichi then kissed Bulma's cheek. Bulma stood there
staring into space as the raven-haired housewife kissed her. Bulma then
turned around and returned the kiss to Chichi. The two women kissed
for a few seconds in a moment that seemed like hours. Neither one was
too shy about it either, as thoughts of Goku and Vegeta were like things
of the past, as the only ones for them were of each other. Bulma wasn't
shy about sliding her tongue deep into Chichi's mouth, the strong taste
of Master Roshi's liquor was tasted in their mouths.
As they kissed Chichi caressed
Bulma's back with her fingertips while Bulma slightly moaned, she really
enjoyed Chichi's kiss and soft touch of her hand. Bulma proceeded to
brush her hand on Chichi's right thigh, gently sliding her hand up Chichi's
leg while her other had padded Chichi's hip.
Bulma broke the kiss for a moment
and kissed Chichi's cheek passionately as Chichi rested her left hand
on the back of Bulma's head. Bulma then started to lick and kiss the
side of Chichi's neck, Chichi couldn't help but close her eyes and exhale
with passion. Chichi gently licked the blue-haired beauty's ear, which
caused Bulma to slightly moan in ecstacy.
“Oh, Bulma, don't stop. You're
making me so wet!” moaned Chichi.
“Really? Let me feel,” commanded
Bulma.
Bulma kept kissing Chichi's neck
while one hand was feeling up Chichi's left breast. She slid the other
inside Chichi's pants, her panties felt wet to the touch, very wet!
Chichi sure wasn't kidding around. Chichi laid back and slid her pants
down to her knees. Bulma then rubbed her thumb against the crotch part
of Chichi's wet pink panties, making them wetter.
Chichi slipped her top off over
her head exposing her perky breasts held up with a light pink bra.
“You're wearing the same color
panties I have on, my sweet,” said Bulma as she winked. She then kissed
Chichi's stomach, Chichi giggled a bit as she was slightly ticklish.
Bulma then slid Chichi's panties down to her knees with her teeth in
a seductive manner.
Chichi then licked Bulma's perky
breasts at the nipple. Bulma liked the feel of Chichi's tongue teasing
her breast, as it made her grin. She then brought her face lower, licking
her stomach, and all the way down to Bulma's exposed wet snatch.
Chichi decided to have a taste
and see what it was really like. She flicked her tongue against Bulma's
erect clit.
The flicks of Chichi's tongue was
a rapid fire ecstasy that made her give out a shrill high pitched moan
with each flick. It continued for roughly six minutes until Bulma let
out a large wet orgasm and squirted girlcum on Chichi's face. Chichi
licked some of the sweet nectar from her face.
Bulma then leaned in to kiss Chichi
as well as lick some of the mess off Chichi's face.
Chichi then seductively crawled
over to the opposite side of the bed. She then spread her legs open,
with one leg in the air and her clit exposed and erect.
“Bulma, I think it's time we
brought this night of fun to an all time high.” Chichi said as she
winked.
Bulma then got an idea. She smiled
greatly, looking into her lover's eyes. She then crawled to Chichi and
spread her legs, like Chichi, and pressed her exposed snatch against
Chichi's.
Chichi leaned herself onto Bulma.
At this point, everything they loved about eachother was joined in unison,
breast to breast, mouth to mouth, pussy to pussy.
Bulma and Chichi began to rub and
bump their clits against each other, creating heavy pleasure between
the two female lovers. Bulma had such intense sensations that she couldn't
contain herself.
“Oh god, oh Chichi, oh Chichi!
I looove you!” Bulma moaned.”
Chichi leaned in to kiss Bulma
deeply, pressing their bodies together tighter, creating large amounts
of sweat that mixed with the warm wetness of their pussies, that created
an intoxicating aroma both of them loved.
“Oh my god, Bulma. I'm about
to come!” moaned Chichi.
“So am I, come with me, Chichi!”
After a few seconds they both hit
a massive orgasm, ones that were so intense that neither of them had
with either Goku or Vegeta.
Both lovers then collapsed on opposite
sides of the bed, panting like they had just ran a marathon.
Bulma crawled over to Chichi and
held her tightly.
“That was amazing. I never experienced
sex like that with any man before. I love you, Chichi.”
Chichi wrapped her arms around
Bulma and kissed her.
“I love you too, Bulma. I never
felt anything that amazing with Goku in all my years of being married
to him.”
Bulma then looked at the clock
on the cabinet next to the bed.
“Wow, it's getting late,” she
said. “We’d better get to sleep soon... would you like to sleep
here with me?” Bulma said with a wink.
“Oh shit. I better get home soon,
so I can get up early enough to cook Goku and Gohan's breakfast. Lord
knows that will take me a long time to make.”
Bulma then locked deeply with Chichi's
eyes.
“I understand, I might have to
cook a lot for Trunks and Vegeta. You know those Saiyans, they can protect
a village, but they can starve it in a matter of a day. But before you
go... can we at least kiss one more time?”
Chichi smiled and proceeded to make out with her new lover, knowing that best night of intimacy of her life was with a woman, and they both loved it.