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Young Roshi Bonus Chapter 08
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 22:14:09 +0000 UTCBulma’s Point of View
I was bored. We were on an alien planet, but the only thing these Yardratians cared for was training their spirit or whatever. I had brought plenty of entertainment, but you could only watch so many movies or soap operas before you wanted to do something else. Everyone else was busy with training, so they didn’t have time to play any board games.
I was a social butterfly, and the lack of interaction was driving me somewhat stir crazy. Raditz came along, but she was still too new to being a woman, so it felt odd having girl talk with her. I also felt like she was still figuring out if I was a big enough threat to worry about, so we were both avoiding each other. I either needed to watch them train, most of the time they were too busy to talk while they did so, or exercise myself.
I was doing the anaerobic exercises I had picked up doing ever since I stole a tape from Roshi to destroy, and watched it through to the end, and found it enjoyable. Sweat poured down my body as I got into it. I wiped my body down and turned to the door, only to see that someone had been watching me exercise. Roshi had blood running down his nose as he spoke with that pervy chuckle he did.
“Eheheheh, it’s time to eat Bulma. Need to replenish your energy after working out so hard after all.” I would be mad, I knew deep down that he was an old pervy man, but my instincts couldn’t help but be attracted to his younger body. I was so pent up for social interaction, I didn’t hit him right away; instead, I asked a question I was curious about.
“So… The polygamy thing you’re doing… How does it work without all your wives getting jealous?” He thought about it for real. I was expecting a silly answer, but he gave me his real opinion on the situation. “Well, many of my wives are with me for a very specific reason, whether it be for financial stability, help with keeping their race from going extinct, or just companionship. They all knew what they were getting into when they agreed to be my partner…”
He paused for long enough that I was about to tell him my opinion on his answer before he finally continued. “The amazing sex probably does most of the heavy lifting, keeping everyone happy.” I smirked as I asked incredulously. “Really? All those girls are with you because you’re some sort of sex god?” He didn’t deny it; instead, he put his hands on his hips as he gloated.
“Of course. I’m centuries old, and even in my old age, you've seen how enthusiastic I was with the fairer sex; imagine how much puss I got when I looked this handsome.” I couldn’t help but feel my face start to flush from the sexy talk. I had gone over a year since I had sex, and even just Roshi talking about it was getting me hot and bothered.
I took a quick sip from my water bottle as I got an idea. “Well, prove it then. Prove why those women are that into you, unless you don’t think you can handle me.”
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I lay there, a complete mess, my mascara running down my face as my body still twitched from the aftershocks of what just happened to me. I was completely spent. There wasn’t anything more he could do to me that wouldn’t be overkill for how many orgasms I just had, and he was barely winded. I wasn’t even a warm-up for him.
I had loved sex with Yamcha; I lost my virginity to him, so I had no one to compare him to, but the stark difference between him and Roshi… It wasn’t even close. He truly was the master, and Yamcha was the disciple. We ate before he asked. “So, you want to do it again?” I couldn’t help but shout out. “Again? Again! I can’t feel my legs, and you want to do that again? I’d end up a raisen from squirting if we did it again.”
He finally acted sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was a little pent up since it’s been a few weeks without having sex. I usually slowly bring my partners up to that level of intensity. We’ll have to take a break until you recover, then we’ll see how much you can handle without being overwhelmed.”
The way he worded it pissed me off. Sure, I can barely walk, and my legs were trembling even just sitting still. Alright, I was overwhelmed; there was no getting around it. “Fine… We’ll try this again later. But only because I’m so bored on this planet.”
Sex became a frequent thing between us, and I can’t believe I was thinking this, but… I actually wanted to join his harem. It was crazy, but I finally got it. Someone like Roshi was hard to handle; I understood why some men needed multiple wives now. I just felt secure with him, instead of wondering if he’s sneaking around behind my back like I did with Yamcha. Our situation was out in the open; I knew he had other women, and I could understand it from purely the carnal side of things.
Roshi was a horny man, and it was to the point I had to start eating senzu beans to recover, otherwise we’d have to wait to have sex. I was learning so much and growing as a person from this trip. My sexual experience was the thing that was changing the most rapidly, but I felt myself become more womanly than before. I felt more beautiful being constantly lusted after, and the feeling of him orgasming because of me felt like an accomplishment.
It was scary to think that I was already falling in love with him. I saw myself being with Yamcha for the rest of our lives, but it was just wishful thinking. Roshi and I knew each other; perhaps the entire situation where I knew he was a perverted old man made it easier to understand the harem. It just felt less scummy than being in a monogamous relationship with someone and for them to sneak around behind your back.
Even with all the sex we were having, I hadn’t expected the pregnancy to happen that quickly. It was years with Yamcha, and only a month with Roshi. I should let Yamcha know to get his swimmers checked, but there was a very real chance he got a vasectomy, even though he knew I wanted children. Sex became far more intimate after he found out.
We were irrevocably bound together now, the life growing inside me proof of our love. It didn’t feel real, but it was the most real thing to ever happen to me. It made my previous relationship feel like two kids playing, and I couldn’t wait to have this child, only for the fact that I could get pregnant again.
