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Young Roshi Bonus Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 20:08:03 +0000 UTCGoku’s Point of View
The dynamic between Vegeta and me shifted, and I couldn’t put my finger on what was different until she jammed her tongue down my throat after we were done training one day. We were still rivals, but since we weren’t both men, we could be more than rivals as well. The Saiyan instincts to breed were strong in both of us, and when she finally went into heat, it was fairly obvious who her partner would be.
It wasn’t a fair comparison, but Vegeta was better at sex than Chi-Chi was. For one, she was far more animated. Chi-Chi just sat there and let me fuck her, almost always in missionary before she’d flip upside down, still naked for some reason. The sex was great the first year or so, but after she had Gohan and stopped training, it only got worse and worse.
Vegeta initiated more than I did myself, and loved to meet my thrusts with her own. Even when we were having sex, it was more a battle than actual sex, with both of us coming up the victor, while I had beaten her every single one of our spars so far, she held the advantage when it came to sex, often outlasting me and coming out on top.
She also loved to have sex in multiple positions every time we had sex. She jumped on me before wrapping her legs around my back and riding me while I was still standing. Backing me into a wall while she floated up and impaled herself to do a floating doggy style. She loved missionary as well, but would wrap her arms and legs around me to pull her body into mine. She also enjoyed being on top as much as she was on bottom.
The only thing Chi-Chi did better was suck me off. Chi-Chi almost exclusively did that unless she was trying to get pregnant, because it was one of the fastest ways to get me off. The other thing is, it felt more animalistic when Vegeta and I did it. Our Saiyan instincts drove us both to breed with each other; she craved me as much as I craved her.
We fucked and fucked and fucked. We trained, then fucked, then trained while fucking, then fucked in the shower after, then fucked while eating, we even fell asleep with me inside her. It was days of fucking non-stop while she was in heat, and it would last for an entire month. She was certainly pregnant, and the only break we took in having sex was for me to quickly deal with Frieza.
Coming home was awkward after Chi-Chi told me that I was only allowed to marry one person. Vegeta managed to talk Chi-Chi into letting her stay. That night was different; I could feel it in the air. I wondered how we would sleep, but both of my wives were already waiting for me in bed. The two were naked, halfway covered by blankets, as they stared at me when I entered.
I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight as Vegeta pulled Chi-Chi to meet her in a kiss. For some reason, I grew hard at the sight. It felt completely natural, the two people I chose to be with, waiting for me while enjoying each other's company, the soft blush on Chi-Chi’s face, something I hadn’t seen since Gohan was born; it felt like a complete refresh of our relationship.
Sex with two women at the same time was different; thankfully, Vegeta knew what to do and helped me out, often waiting her turn and kissing Chi-Chi, which made her tighten around me like she had in the past. She was far wetter than normal, and I pounded her as hard as I thought she could take it until Vegeta stopped me. “Is this how you always have sex with her, Goku?”
I could only look at her dumbly as she explained. “Look at her face, idiot, she’s wincing. Go easier so she enjoys sex with you, moron.” Sex with Chi-Chi quickly devolved to Vegeta correcting my mistakes. “Your hands can be doing something, grab her breasts and rub her nipples. No, when you kiss her, use tongue like how I kiss you, normal kisses are for leaving the house, tongue kisses are for sex. Run your hand through her hair and blow on her ear. She’s getting close, so you can ramp up now, but not to the point you’re hurting her.”
I was so focused on Chi-Chi’s pleasure that I didn’t notice I was close to orgasming until I did. Speeding up wasn’t in the cards for me as I only pistoned into her a few more times before erupting. It was still enough to get Chi-Chi over the line as she shrieked in a way I had never heard her do before. Her legs wrapped around me, pinning me into place as her body shuddered underneath her.
I felt mentally exhausted until Vegeta pushed me over and mounted me right there. The sex between me and Chi-Chi only improved with Vegeta’s help, and the sex with Vegeta was always amazing so far. I still thought Vegeta was better in bed, but Chi-Chi would always be my first love. It was a good thing I didn’t have to choose.
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Months went by, and Vegeta gave birth to her first child while Chi-Chi was pregnant with her second. We trained like crazy, knowing something big was coming, but not exactly what, we quickly grew stronger until we found out what it was: androids. The androids defeated us, and we almost died, only escaping because we all knew the instant transmission technique.
Training had to ramp up again, and after I recovered the dragon balls so Roshi could be revived, we went into the hyperbolic time chamber… Just as Vegeta’s heat kicked in again. Instead of training right away, we got straight to fucking again. Her body craved me, and there was no doubt by the end of our year of training, she would either have another child or be heavily pregnant.
I thought about how it would look on the outside. One moment, we went in, then the next, we’d come out. In a single day, Vegeta would go from a fit, ready-to-fight warrior to a much stronger but extremely pregnant and in no position to fight Saiyan women. There was another secret hidden that we only now found out. Saiyan women received a boost in their power shortly after giving birth.
By the time we left the chamber, the fighting was all but done; it was yet another frustration, as the problem was solved before I could get a good fight out of it. I would have to challenge Roshi later, see how much he improved in his short time in heaven. I unconsciously rubbed Vegeta’s belly, not realizing how much her attitude had shifted since the first time they fought.
Only now was she thinking of restoring the Saiyan Empire, one baby at a time. And with a side eye glance, she knew where she’d get the male half of the genes to make those babies from. Her body submitted to me, her mind fought against it, and she still viewed us as rivals. But even now, as I rubbed her belly, she could only lean more into my touch.
