A/N: Hello! Long time no see! After a very, very long time of little to no progress in writing I was finally able to get going with another project! Commissions are in full swing and should be opening slots too, but for the time being here is a special treat. For all you DBZ fans out there this is a series you'll all never forget! Each chapter of this story will be a one shot within the same canon. So while they are not sequential or necessarily mention each other, they are still within the same universe, connected one shots really. Figured I would start this one off with a bang so without further ado, I give you the first girl and chapter with...Eighteen's Drunken Show!
Kame House, Evening:
It was always nice being able to let loose every once in a while, to enjoy the little things in life such as spending time with friends and family instead of fighting...the latest threat to the world. Just sitting back and relaxing with a warm drink in one hand and food...a rival...or even better, a partner on the other was the best thing on Earth. Today was one of those days for the Z fighters, Bulma's thirty ninth birthday had just passed and all the fun that came with it; the 'fun' mentioned being the cause of this much more laid back party at Kame House of course. Everyone was hanging out, chatting or messing around with someone now that Beerus had departed; and for once among the people was the one man who never seemed to catch a break, Krillin.
His back to the kitchen, the man smiled as he looked out at the party, a saucer of what had to be some of the most potent sake he'd ever tasted in his hand. Krillin had stashed it at the island way back when he accidentally dumped his first real sexy...hot girlfriend all those years ago; so by now it had grown strong and smooth with age. Taking a small sip he couldn't help sneaking a glance at the woman by his side, the blonde android that at one point massacred Vegeta, but was now sitting there, one leg over the other, dressed in her favorite clothes as they enjoyed the celebration.
If there was ever a break to catch it was her...but there was always a catch, even with marrying an absolute badass babe like her. Krillin had always wanted to bring his girl to a Kame House party, but for whatever the reason over the years it never happened. Either he was single, or dating Maron when there were no parties...aside from Turtle's so here he was. It had taken a lot to convince Eighteen to come to this one, the blonde knowing full well the tricks of the pervert who resided there, but still he got her here and now that he had...that little catch of hers...he didn't care about it. Besides, what's the worst that could go wrong?
It wasn't like your beautiful wife not being able to hold even a little of her liquor at a party was bad...right?
"C'mon, babe...just try some, already..." Krillin drawled out just a little more slowly than his usually tired sounding voice normally did. Rising his right hand up to his wife, he offered her a small saucer of sake, the warm clear liquid sloshing around a bit within the small pool in the center. "...I know you'll enjoy yourself if you just unwind for a little while…" Looking up at his wife...his woman as she sat up on the other bar stool beside his, the pair overlooking the rest of the party going on at their former home, Krillin couldn't help feeling more than a little awe as his eyes roamed over the girl that loved him just as much as he loved her.
She really was something else, and that was just talking about her body! Two little black dot eyes shooting from one part of her to the next, moving faster than the once sober Z warrior ever could at this point, the spiky black haired man knew he could never be called the unluckiest member of the gang ever again because of her. Eighteen, if anything, was beauty incarnate. Her face was like that of an angel, well an angel that was always skeptical or at least a little pissed off about something all the time, but still nonetheless an angel in how her face seemed designed by nature to model. Around that face hung undoubtedly the silkiest short platinum blonde hair the man had ever seen, each piece being in its proper place save for the few she was always pushing out of her eyes…like a model.
The woman looking out at the crowd of gathered Z warriors those light blue almost glassy gray orbs that were her eyes slowly dropped down to the saucer hovering ever so closely to her, the person offering it not at all trying to grope her or attack her, or give her any reason to horribly wound them in the action. Gently shifting her gaze from the saucer to the person offering it up to her, Eighteen raised a blonde eyebrow at her husband, "Do you really want me drinking?...You remember what happened when it was just you and me...right?" She asked, her words causing a memory to return to the once unfortunate martial artist.
Dropping his eyes away from hers, Krillin was about to recall that last time the pair had decided to let loose and drink on their honeymoon, 'Oh yeah...last time that...that was...was...' But like all men, even if they weren't drunk, Krillin found his woozy mind taking a detour from the past as his eyes left hers, those two small dots falling down her swan like neck before landing on her thin white t-shirt. "I...I remember..." The married man barely managed to stutter out his reply this time, his attention already centered on the two round globes of fat sticking out through the blonde's shirt, each one bulging out in a large sphere as they sat perfectly on her chest, a moderate valley of pale bouncy cleavage showing through the fashionably plunging neckline.
Hearing her husband admit he remembered last time well was at least somewhat reassuring to her so... The blonde gently took the drink from his hand, her fingers circling around the small saucer as she held it before her lips. "Are you sure?..." She asked one last time, the sweet smell of the saki and its alcohol mixing in her nose like a pleasant perfume the longer she held it there, "...I wouldn't want anything embarrassing to happen..." Noticing that she didn't have her man's full attention, Eighteen leaned back a bit, the tiny black vest with its sheriff badge falling across her shoulders as she did, showing off more and more of those soft white dragon balls on her chest while the fabric of her jeans rubbed against the smooth bar stool.
But Krillin was just as distracted as ever, the man never did have the best field of view because of his eyes, not that it ever hurt him in battle, but at times like this it made for a very bad combination with a drunk attention span...and a hot wife, "Yeah, babe...it's…it's fine..." He replied over the gentle rattle of the white pearls surrounding her neck as they gently slid to the side when she adjusted herself in her seat.
The Z warrior would have known what he was getting himself into had he not been so intoxicated, the man's mind filling with joy as the woman leaned back, one of her two large F cup breasts being pulled up with her arm just as the other stayed still when she took the whole drink in one shot, the bouncy valley of cleavage peaking out of the top of her white t-shirt all he cared about as she lowered her arm again, the soft flesh bouncing around a little as his wife enjoyed his gift...and he...hers.
The entire saucer of sake sliding past her lips and down her throat, Eighteen slowly let her arm fall back down, the saucer carefully being left on the table as she relaxed just a little more. The effects of the incredibly potent sake were nearly instantaneous on the fair android just as the effects of her were on Krillin. Looking down at her man after finishing her drink, it was only now that she was drunk did Eighteen's normally aloof attitude towards most things disappear, and with it a great deal of...restraint.
The woman was used to her man checking her out, who didn't? She knew she was beautiful, sexy, it was as simple as that, just because the only man she ever undressed for knew it too was no reason to give it any attention, he liked what he saw otherwise he probably wouldn't be with her. But that was how sober Eighteen saw her man's hungry loving stares...drunk Eighteen meanwhile...
That restraint departing her mind just as the sake began to unwind the normally high strung android, that sultry teasing creature that stayed hidden inside of her until she became intoxicated started to seep out… Looking down and seeing just how close Krillin was to her chest as he stared at it, the man basically trying to see through her shirt he was staring so hard, instead of ignoring him as she would normally… "You happy you married a busty blonde, huh?..." The words slipped out of her mouth without a forethought, her mind beginning to let loose now that the alcohol controlled her system, "...A...*hic* man like you likes things like that?..."
His eyebrows shooting upward at the normally out of character things coming out of his wife's lips Krillin quickly looked up at her on the stool next to him, attention focused on the loving glassy blue eyes that always shined with attitude, but now...shined with something...else. "Hey...uhhh...babe you know I'm not like that, right?...Heheh..." Scratching his newly styled hair at the notion his woman was putting into his head with her words, he tried his best to get her to stop thinking that way, after all the last thing any guy needs is his girl thinking he's a sleeze, a pervert maybe, but certainly not a sleeze. "...You're the one I want because I love your personality, your fighting style, your looks, your..."
"...My big...breasts?..." Those eyes which had been glimmering with an emotion just a little different from her usual calmness mixed with a hint of attitude now lowering themselves to meet his gaze, Krillin couldn't help blushing as a wide smirk spread across her lips. "...Don't…*hic* try to fool me, my cool little man...I know what you like..." Her thin blonde eyebrows dipping down towards the 'T' of her face as she spoke, her husband could feel the heat her usually cool body was generating the more she started to lean into him. "...Don't think I have just gone and...*hic* forgotten that bimbo you dated before me..."
Okay, so if he had not been in some seriously deep black water mist before...he damn well was now. Swallowing a small lump in his throat, the reference to his ex girlfriend was never a good one to come up, especially if it was a girl doing it. "Oh...uhhh...her...heheh...uhh, babe, you know I was the one to break up with her, right?...I don't..." But the more he spoke the more he could feel his wife beginning to get more and more different from how she normally was. It was strange, looking up at her she was her, but...off, then again she had only gotten drunk once before, and considering how intense a personality type she was it made sense the drunk version of her would be weird, but...still…compared to last time this was...heated.
Those deep, glassy pale blue eyes staring down at him, the man was just failing to place what she was thinking, as much as this conversation would have made him think she was mad on a normal day right now...with all the alcohol… "...Yeah...I know you dumped her...*hic* but you, Krillin still dated her..." The woman shifting some of her blonde bangs out of her eyes with a quick flick of her head, she let out a small sigh as she poured another dose of hot drink down her throat, her pale white cheeks turning a light shade of pink now that she was getting even more intoxicated. "...She showed...*hic* what kinda girl you like..." Letting that wide smirk that had been adorning her face for a while spread across her entire being, Eighteen gave her man a quick once over with her eyes before centering them directly on his again, "...My Krillin likes girls with big, bouncy boobs that show off a lot of skin...right?...*hic*"
Hearing her say that, even if there was an, even for her, adorable hiccup at the end of her accusation, made it clear in Krillin's mind, his wife was drunk...seriously drunk, but even more than that for her to be saying these things to him, asking these questions, she was probably feeling insecure in light of that girl he used to date. The look of joy he'd had before when his wife had started talking dirty disappearing, the cautious man gently rubbed the back of his head in shame before looking up at her. "...Listen...babe...Eighteen..." he clarified, knowing from all of Bulma's rants on Yamcha and Vegeta over the years that sometimes the difference between a happy girl and a pissed off one was using her real name when talking to her, "...I'm a guy...heheh...of course I like large...but that doesn't mean that's all I like...otherwise I would still be with that other girl."
Watching him with a small sway to her being, Eighteen could tell he was feeling remorseful...for some reason or other. 'Why is he being so...so sentimental all of a sudden?...' She wondered to herself, her mind still swirling from the effects of the alcohol on her system clouding her judgment in as much as it was making her act out of her usual cool character. But that was before he slipped up… "Oh...so you DO like chicks that have big...*hic* tits...Hahahaha!" Eighteen smirked, rising a hand up to her lips to cover them as she let out a small series of giggles, the movement causing her entire chest to wobble within the confines of her tight white shirt.
The movement of her large breasts as they moved bounced around inside her shirt too much for any man, even a gay one to resist looking at drawing Krillin's eyes down, the poor man was barely able to get out a few choked sounds before the sound of the bar stool next to him scooting just a little bit closer rang out in his ears. Screeek! Mind locked on how impressively his wife's melons had been wobbling the past couple seconds...or thousand years, it took a few blinks for the martial artist to realize that yes...she...and by extension those big...soft things had moved closer to him. "Eighteen...please...I've told you a million times I'm a guy that likes more than that-" Or at least he tried to say, until a thin hand, cupping the bottom of his chin drew his gaze back up to her glassy blue eyes.
"And that's why you dumped that bluenette and...*hic* got yourself a blonde, huh?..." Keeping her eyes on him, that light tint of pink on her cheeks still keeping them darker than their usual color, Eighteen gave her man a quick, but oh not so subtle wink before using her other hand to gently...slowly push either side of her black vest with its little sheriffs badge back...and back until it fell off of her, falling onto the counter top behind them.
The vest leaving her body, Krillin's eyes were once again drawn back down to her rather impressive chest, now of course that it was just a thin layer of white cotton fabric stretched taut across her twin peaks and black bra. "...Don't worry, Krillin...my cool man..." Eighteen let the words slip out of her lips as she drew just a little closer to him still, his face pointed up at her own while his eyes just could not look away from the pair of mommy bags looming over him. "...I'm not...*hic* jealous...or feeling...bad about that Maron bimbo..."
Eighteen swayed a bit more at actually saying the name of her husband's love before her, the blonde's usual view towards that girl tainting her drunken state of mind for a mere moment before it went back on track. His eyes flicking up to hers at her words they became locked when she opened her pretty pink lips again, "...It's okay because I know that I know that you only dated that half naked bimbo..."
Her sway picking up even more while she stared at him, a sexual predatory look in those glassy blue orbs "...wasn't because you thought she was hot…you're just a man who likes big...round...breasts like his Master..." Eighteen's cheeks deepening their tint to a light shade of red as she said the name of every girl's pervert nightmare, her eyes unflinching even as she let her smirk pull at the left side of her mouth. "…So now that I know why you you could date a girl like her..*hic*..." The android woman pouring herself one last saucer of sake, she let it slip down her increasingly slick throat before reconnecting with her man. "...I wanna hear it...right here...right now...my cool little pervert..." Her glassy drunken gaze intensified as she stared at him, "...What do you think of MY tits?..."
If his face hadn't already been a deep red before that question, then it certainly was now that she had finally asked it! Staring up at his wife in disbelief, he couldn't believe what she was asking him! "What!?..." He said a little too loudly, his reaction drawing the attention of the rest of the party to them even if neither of them realized it. "...Eighteen...you...I can't answer that sort of thing right now...I...c'mon, babe...I..." Doing his best to talk her down from her question, the more he tried the more it was obvious he was doomed to give her what she wanted. The look on her face was the look he always feared appearing because it was the one he always gave in to. A knowing look punctuated with her own trade marked smirk. It was the female classic, Eighteen model...in other words he was screwed.
Her platinum blonde hair slowly moving one way and then the other as she shook her head at him, her glassy blue eyes never leaving contact with his, the woman opened her lips once more. "...Yeah you...*hic* can, cool man..." She said, her words adding even more ki to that unbelievably powerful look she was giving him, blasting away at his will faster than when she gave him that very first kiss on the battlefield. "...Tell me what you think of my breasts...I know your body likes them..." That thin hand letting go of his chin, Krillin's face became even darker as his wife shot a very suggestive look down to his crotch, the large bulge protruding up against his pants more than enough proof that yeah, he had a thing for Eighteen's fun bags and all that motherhood had done for them since the Cell Games.
All attention in the room centering on the couple by the kitchen counter now, while the music kept on the playing the party was still. Goku was still halfway through swallowing a fried chicken, Vegeta's hand tugging angrily at his half of that soon to be gone fried foul. Bulma and Chi-Chi were looking on unable to believe the conversation they were hearing, Chi-Chi of course full of outrage over its content while Bulma couldn't stop giggling, the bluenette covering her lips with one hand to keep her mouth not to mention her blush in check.
The others were just as shocked, Tien, Yamcha, Oolong, Chiaotzu, the foursome sitting at the table couldn't take their eyes off of the exchange. As much as the guys liked to joke about Krillin being unlucky over the years, hearing what his beautiful wife was saying to him now was making them question if the formerly bald headed man had ever been unlucky in the first place! Even Gohan and Videl were staring, although since getting together they had done a lot of things, this...what Eighteen was saying was hottest thing they'd ever heard! Hell, even Piccolo couldn't believe his big green ears...not that he cared at all since he preferred spending his time at parties away from the party...and on the roof.
But for the man on the receiving end of all this, gasping and stuttering, it was all Krillin could do to keep from falling back on his stool in a full blown nose bleed at this point! Watching his wife like this...her looking down at him with those thin crescent blue eyes of hers, that light platinum blonde hair she had covering just enough of her face to add to just how seductive she looked right now, it was all more than he could take in public. "Please...Eighteen...you know I...well not here...I...I can't just answer that how we are..." Little black eyes darting past his girl he could see that all his friends were looking at them now, watching them, and in the case of Bulma apparently recording them on her Capsule Phone now… Everyone was watching them...so if there was a time to get Eighteen back under control then it was now...it-
Those light blue eyes of hers expanding just as her blonde eyebrows shot up in realization, they stared straight forward for a moment...before falling back down her husband as they devolved into the most seductive knowing look mankind had ever seen. "Oooohhhh...*hic* I get it, cool man..." The tipsy woman grinned as she gave the room a quick once over, the blush tinting her cheeks darkening to a deep scarlet red, "...How we...*hic* are… Yeah...you're making my heart beat so fast saying that...over nine thousand...*hic*" The woman's hands reaching down to the bottom of her white shirt, her fingers hooking into the thin fabric as she spoke. Eighteen understood now...why he would not answer her...how dumb could she have been?… 'How can Krillin answer me if I don't...show him?...'
Moving her thinly lidded eyes over his body, the woozy blonde let them fall closed, just for a moment, before opening them back up again, that look of hers never once disappearing. "...Okay...but I'll only do it just this one time..." She said blushing even more than she had been before, the reddening of her face from all the drink she'd had mixing with the heat from her blushing, the two making for one hell of a saucy mix on her cheeks.
"...But...*hic*...I better get an answer out of you for this..." Giving her confused and rather embarrassed husband one last wink as she finished her sentence, clasping her top, Eighteen suddenly yanked both of her hands up, the thin white material of her t-shirt scrunching up as she pulled it all the way up her body, the woman's toned, but still feminine belly being unveiled just as her fingers latched onto her black bra. The eyes of everyone in the rooms exploding to the size of dinner plates, the blonde, without a moment of apprehension, pulled her shirt and bra completely up and over her head, the woman's arms staying folded above her platinum blonde hair while the entire party stayed focused on the main event...the best part about a girl taking her top off like that.
Her shirt and bra peeling up from her chest, Eighteen's big F cup boobs came bouncing out into the open air of Kame House, like a pair of over compressed balloons sliding out from under a sheet, first one, then the other happily slid out of her shirt, each of them falling down before bouncing back up in a series of jiggles, only to settle down into the two perfect lily white globes that they were, the natural, and slightly enhanced skin of Eighteen's android body keeping them just as perky as a girl could dream a real pair her size of being. The blonde's perfectly round jugs being capped by the most entrancing little light pink nipples any of them had ever seen.
"Oh...my...Dende..." Bulma tried to cover her mouth as she said it, but still it came, a curtain of red covering her face as she and her phone got an eyeful. Never in her life did she think she was ever going to see a girl do what the android had just done in front of her, but that fact only made her want to stare even more. The bluenette's mind reeling from the reality of what was happening she was only just taking into account that not only was a real girl actually doing this most beloved of drunken female antics...this girl that was stripping her top off was...STACKED! Her big cerulean gems watching every movement that came from her friend's chest as it bounced into view, the Brief woman couldn't decide if she was jealous that another woman had her own body beat so badly or if she wanted to walk over there and give Eighteen's free range melons the 'pervert free' squeeze females were allowed to have when they had a busty friend.
Speaking of perverts though...poor Roshi...or more like, LUCKY AS HELL ROSHI! The perverted old man had only just been walking back into the room, eager to get back to his spot on the floor behind Bulma and Chi-Chi when the curtain had gone up. It was a tough call, truly, which of saiyans' wives had the better ass, judging Chi-Chi's perkiness against Bulma's round apple shape… But it was important work that had to be done, and when the going got tough, it was the turtle hermit who could be counted on to get to the bottom of such beautiful babes. Just as long as he kept his eyes trained on those women's full behinds...he would do it...But as much as he so dearly loved ogling Bulma and Chi-Chi, with what was bouncing out in front of him...he wouldn't have noticed if the two of them were sitting there completely naked at this point...had he had his eyes open.
The old man rounding the corner back into the living room, he was just coming up behind Krillin as Eighteen took her top off, Roshi seemed destined for the view of a lifetime! The sight of the blonde bombshell flashing HIM of all people her huge pale white boobies from a mere four feet away was a sight that would've filled his mind forever...if it weren't for his 'plan'. The old man had concocted the perverted idea to 'accidentally' walk blindly back over to Bulma, tripping over her and of course landing face first into her chest. So as the busty blonde haired goddess happily peeled her shirt off of her wonderful melons, each of them bouncing and jiggling in full view of the old man...he saw absolutely...nothing.
Walking right on past the display, Roshi just kept on humming a tune in his head as he tried to remember his path back to Bulma, the view of her cleavage peaking out of her own w t-shirt all he could dream of. Watching the turtle hermit somehow miss out on all of it, the other guys kept on staring in complete and utter shock at their side view of Eighteen's rack bouncing out of her shirt, the full frontal reflection of Eighteen's big water balloons jiggling in Roshi's sunglasses being far better than anything he could have prayed to feel from his misguided attempt to perv on his favorite bluenette.
Marching right on past the buxom blonde lifting up her shirt to flash her oh so lucky husband everything a guy could dream of, Roshi that tune still in his head, didn't even hesitate as he arrived at Bulma, the bluenette still laughing away, and quite promptly tripped...landing on her husband next to her. The resulting sounds that could only be called a mix of disgust and terror at instead of squishing his head into two female pillows Roshi found himself on what had to be a very fine example of rock hard… "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The blows from Vegeta upon Roshi's poor head falling like rain Bulma, like the others took a moment to watch...before turning their attention back to the topless blonde...and what she'd asked her husband.
Boing! Boing! So there was the question...that thin white shirt she'd worn the day she was taken by Cell on a far flung island falling to the hard wooden floor of Kame House, as her bouncy F cups popped out into view. Eighteen's sweet smelling black bra landing beside it, the woman who owned them gazed down at her husband, her face a deep shade of scarlet even while her eyes pried him for his answer. "...So...*hic*...Krillin...my cool man…" She spoke slowly, the hiccup mid sentence causing her bare breasts to wobble around some more on her chest, completely unrestrained to bounce against each other before going still again save for the deep breathing of her chest, "...What do you think of my big...natural...boobs?..."
All attention in the room shifting now to Krillin, well the female attention at least, Bulma holding Chi-Chi back from trying to cover the blonde up with a towel while they waited. To say that the man in question was blushing was an understatement, Krillin's face was so red all over he looked like he'd been baked for three days straight in the oven, his eyebrows just about to break free from his face, his jaw open wide enough to fit a space ship in, not that the other guys didn't look like that, he paused. A huge lump slowly dipping down his throat before falling down in a gulp. "...W...wow...heh…heheh...Eighteen...I..." His own usual sense of modesty falling apart as he tried in vain to look his wife in the eye, his gaze centering on her tits while his mind went blank, "...I love your big...natural...bouncy...breasts...heheh-UUUHMMM!"
"Yeah...you better like them after making me...*hic* strip my top off..." Eighteen said in a low, seductive drawl, the busty babe cutting her man's words off as she pulled his face into her huge boobs, Krillin's mouth and eyes becoming smothered in the deep valley of soft cleavage he was lucky enough to press his face into every single night. "...Now...*hic*...tell me..." Her blonde hair falling over them, a thin platinum curtain from the rest of their friends as she squished him between her breasts, "...What do you think of my pussy?..."
As all the guys in the room suddenly fell over, fountains of blood shooting up from their noses, Goku knocking Vegeta out as they banged heads, the chicken falling to the wayside. Krillin looked over through his wife's blonde hair at Bulma, his friend just barely visible over the bubble of feminine flesh pressing against his cheek to see that as she held Chi-Chi back from trying to beat his head in even more, the bluenette was holding a 'thumbs up' with her other hand. His wife suddenly pulling him even deeper into her breasts, the man missed seeing Videl trying to shake Gohan back up again, instead, Krillin's mind focusing on one thing and one thing only.
'...From now on...I can't let Eighteen get drunk...' But just as that thought crossed his mind, he felt his hand pulled up before being pressed into the soft, bouncy flesh of his wife's left boob. '...Well...' the so called unluckiest Z fighter thought to himself with a smirk, his fingers eagerly kneading the bouncy orb that only he was allowed to play with, '...Maybe only when it's just us at home...' Krillin let out a happy sigh as Eighteen held him in the hug, an old hand sneaking off with her black bra. '...Or if I have a new bikini for her to try on...'
A/N: Wow...uhhh, anyone else need help with their nosebleeds, heheh. This chapter started off as just a one shot as part of my second to last poll. I asked all of you, my readers out there about a month or so ago which one shot from a group of ideas I had that you'd like to read. The response was really quite large, even for polls I think are going to gain a lot of attention. Maron was in the lead in the beginning, but before long she lost the lead to none other than that bountiful blonde, Android 18.
Eighteen's one shot idea was her first time drunk. As you can see the idea became a little warped from it's original idea, although the events that occurred were always what I had in mind. I'd like to think it turned out pretty well, well enough that already the second chapter and one shot is in progress so hold onto your hats.
It is anyone's guess as to which DB, Z, or S girl is going to be next on my list, but she will be mysteriously missing from the list, wink wink. I am still yet to start watching Super, but I plan on it this week, need to get back into shape on the sagas haha!
Lastly, you know the drill, the newest poll. While I will address the results of the last one in the next chapter of DBZ Xtreme Beach Battle, I will announce the new one that is now officially up and running. Unlike the poll that decided on this one shot, I am not going to show the list of characters AND their one shot ideas. Instead, I am posting a list of 3 DB/Z/S characters and whichever one gets the most votes I will write her sexy story in the third, that is 3rd chapter of this series.
And the list for the third chapter, the chapter after the one I am currently half done with can be made up of either…
1. Ranfan, this curly haired purplenette was first and only shown in a couple episodes of Dragon Ball during the Twenty First World Martial Arts Tournament. Walking out onto the field she had on a dark blue shirt and gray pants. That all changed though when she stripped down to just a pair of light violet lingerie. Sporting her natural curves she almost one the match until Nam knocked her out anyway.
2. Erasa, the blonde teen that just won't stop being so perky, in every way! Bouncing onto the scene during Gohan's time at Orange Star High in the Great Saiyaman Saga, the pixie haired natural blonde seemed at times like she wanted some fun with the son of Goku. That was of course until her best friend ended up falling for the big lug and taking her all for herself. Still though anyone will remember the popular flirt that probably should not have worn her little green tube top as often as she did.
3. Panchi, that's right, the mother of the most well known, smartest, and hottest women on Earth. The second blonde and third girl on the list is one who has had her share of the crowd ever since she first appeared in the Dragon Ball series. With a short stack of blonde curls, a tube top and that milf appeal few others can have, Panchi is part Erasa and part Ranfan while keeping her own style going for the fun. What secrets await with her only the smartest will know.
So there are the choices! Hurry up to my profile and please cast your votes! The third chapter is one hundred percent riding on this poll so please, do not delay and let the one shot you've been waiting for slip away!
And as always, if you enjoyed this one shot or have other constructive comments, please, please leave me a REVIEW so that I will know how I am writing. It's been fun, see you all next time!