Of Sex And Saiyans
by Hellagoddess     More by this Writer
Bulma was injured in a serious accident. She was placed in a regen tank by Videl who accidentally filled it with Sayian DNA instead of human. Bulma is repaired as a sayian, much to Vegeta’s delight, who has been secretly lusting after Goku in the desire for a ‘saiyan experience’ *wink, wink*. Chichi has died and Goku has moved to CC after her death.
Incest Group Sex



Chapter 01
This next chapter takes place 3 Months after Bulma has been healed.

Trunks cursed, slamming down another stack of paper on the desk, wincing when it toppled an even bigger stack onto the floor. He shut his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, trying to hold in his temper. He bent and started to sift through the papers but gave up after a few seconds, crumpling sheets between his fingers.

“MOM!” He yelled “Where’s the file for the new transmitter?”

There was no reply.

Trunks cursed again and straightened, letting the documents fall back to the floor. He stomped out to the kitchen and yelled again.

“MOM!!!”

The house was silent. Trunks closed his eyes, looked for his parents Ki and sighed.

There were both in the GR. As they had been almost every day since Bulma’s recovery. Trunks growled, frustrated.

With Bulma otherwise occupied it had fallen to him to take care of Capsule Corp. while she was on her ‘extended leave’. So far that leave had lasted over 3 months and Trunks was more stressed than he could possibly have imagined. How his mother had dealt with the colossal workload was beyond him.

He’d helped her out a fair bit in recent years but how she managed before him was unimaginable. He walked outside and knocked on the GR door, not really expecting a reply. He didn’t get one. He knocked again, louder and pushed down on the handle and opening the door.

“That’s it…you’re getting it now…just try it a little faster next time ne?…now…again” Vegeta coaxed, flowing through a difficult kata, Bulma imitating him at his side. Trunks watched as his mother completed it in perfect unison with his father, watched an ecstatic smile spread across her face at the accomplishment, watched Vegeta grin and rush over to her, lifting her in the air.

“Yatta! I did it!” She shouted as Vegeta brought her down for a kiss. Trunks looked away, giving them some privacy until it became apparent that they didn’t even realize he was there. He cleared his throat and Vegeta glanced up from where he was casually ripping off Bulma’s training suit. His gaze hardened.

“What do you want, brat?”

Trunks scowled. His father had never paid half as much attention to his son’s training or been as understanding as he was with Bulma.

Trunks suppressed a flash of rage and jealously at the thought, reminding himself that his father’s only thoughts were probably of re-populating his destroyed planet now that he had the means to do so.

“I came to ask Mom something” He huffed

Bulma turned her eyes towards Trunks as Vegeta grunted and went back to his task, pointedly ignoring his son’s presence. Bulma shrieked and giggled, slapping at his hands as he began to tug on her suit again, teasingly tearing at the fabric.

“What do you want?” She asked distractedly, sinking a hand into Vegeta’s hair, no longer looking at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on the new project?” Trunks frowned.

“Oh…you can do that, can’t you?” She half-groaned, head tilted back as Vegeta grinned wickedly against her throat.

He sighed, resigning himself to another late night, another of his mother’s abandoned projects he had to finish.

“What about that meeting today? The American presentation? It’s too important to just miss.”

“Oh that’s such a bore…you can go”

Trunks rolled his eyes, he was expecting to have to go already, it didn’t look like his mother was in any condition to attend.

“Where did you keep the files for the new transmitter? I need them for the next board meeting. The one you were supposed to be…” He trailed off, realizing that his mother wasn’t even listening to him. She was still giggling as Vegeta nuzzled her neck, playfully nipping along her jawline.

“Mom! I need the files for the….”

“Hmmm…?”

He gave up, slamming the door as the two Saiyans slid towards the floor.

Trunks stormed back into the house, growling, eyes narrowed. He slammed open the door to the office, upsetting yet another pile of papers, adding them to the growing collection on the floor. If there had been hope of sorting them quickly it was now lost as a gust from the open door swept them up to drift back down in disarray. Trunks cursed and let out a shout of rage, bringing his fists down on the edge of the desk.

“Kami damn it all! I can’t do this! How does she expect me to do this!” He shouted. Ever since his mother had changed she had done nothing but spend time with his father, apparently learning how to be a Saiyan. Training and history lessons of Vegeta-sei filled her days and she had no time for anything else. Not her work. Not her family. Especially not anything that didn’t involve Vegeta.

Another thing, since she’d changed the scent in the house had been altered. The musk from her tail. Trunks knew he’d have to move out soon or risk attempting to fight his father for the only available female Saiyan.

Human emotions just didn’t come into it and as much as it disgusted him, instinct would take over and he would be unable to stop himself. He shuddered at the thought and glanced at his watch.

“Shimatta! The meeting starts in 10 minutes!” He ran upstairs pulling at his shirt, buttons ricocheting off the stairwell, starting on his jeans at the top He half hopped into his room, shaking his foot as one leg of his pants refusing to come off.

He grabbed at the suit on the end of his bed and dressed hurriedly, checking his watch again. He was going to be late, even if he had Instant Transmission he was still going to be late.

He finished dressing and raced downstairs, grabbing for his briefcase off the kitchen table. He had one foot out of the door when the phone rang. He paused on the threshold, eyes snapping to the GR.

There was no way they were going to answer it.

He rushed back to the phone, praying that it wasn’t a telemarketer. They droned on for ages and he could never get a word in, too polite to just hang up.

“Moshi moshi?”

The voice on the other end sounded relieved to have caught him.

“Ah! Mr Briefs?”

Trunks mumbled assent.

“So glad I caught you! We’ve had to cancel the meeting today…”

Trunks slumped against the wall. There was a god…Trunks had met him…

“…The American contact has been delayed. A typhoon approaching from the south has postponed his flight. I hope this does not inconvenience you but may we schedule another date for the presentation?”

Trunks grinned.

“Of course! Just contact me when you have a date prepared”

He hung up the phone, collapsing with relief into a chair. He rubbed his forehead, still grinning. If he’d missed that presentation…well…Capsule Corp may have suffered some quite serious losses. He tugged at the tie around his neck, glancing at the open office door and scattered papers.

“Moving up in the world, little me?”

Trunks whipped his head around to the doorway, taking in the smirking figure leaning casually against the frame.



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