I'm still trying to just test different styles within these chapters, so I apologize if one is extremely raunchy while the next is just a light tease! I'm trying to see what I like most, and just writing this story is one great way to test things!

I must say, a little bit of agony comes from trying to find a proper picture for these chapters. I know I don't need it, but I feel like it adds that extra horny spice for what this story is all about.

Thank you all for your support. I apologize that these chapters come out at a snail's pace, but hey, gladly they're still coming out at all.

Enjoy the chapter! Hopefully the next one will come out in less than a month!

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The blue-haired genius of Universe Seven was unmatched in her intelligence, only rivalled by perhaps Towa, the Time Breaker. While she had a far meagre lifespan than Towa, she'd accomplished similar tasks that affected not only her own timeline, but other timelines, as well.

After Bulma met (Y/n), the dim flames of her unmatched intelligence were finally reignited and motivation to do more came through with an incredible intensity. So, she obviously got to work.

First, she began with cleaning up Capsule Corporation from its utterly pitiful state to being clean, and closer to its former glory. And when people saw her working by herself to clean it up with her hard work alone, they chose to help her out.

Of course, Bulma wasn't doing the hard work for fun. Over the years, her body changed, and she (mostly) accepted that.

Her hips flared out a little more than before, she had a pudgier belly, and she was far from being in a good state.

Now, could she just create a machine that would get her body in a position closer to how it was a decade ago? Yes, absolutely.

But she wanted to do just a little bit of physical labor. Perhaps it was that she wanted to feel what it was like for Goku, Trunks, and Vegeta to fight so hard, even if it was an insignificant comparison to the intensity of their battles.

But there was another reason why she opted to do the hard physical labor by herself.

After (Y/n) left, Bulma tried to get out a little more. She didn't want to just waste away without trying to live again, so she went out to the store for the first time in years. As she walked through the store, trying to find groceries for herself, she received this... look from some men and women that sent a chill through her.

She had lived for many years, and she knew what it was like to be wanted. And they wanted her. She craved that attention, and yes, she was using her body to get it.

God, there was especially a focus on her breasts. She vividly remembered a conversation between two of the young men who came by to help often. They didn't look much older than (Y/n), she remembered.

One of the young men, Ken, whispered to the other man, Burham, "Hey, man, maybe I'm crazy, but those things are fuckin' massive, right?"

Burham let out a sound, "Oh my God, I thought I was crazy. Thank you for saying that. Jesus, dude, they're insane. Have you seen them when she reaches up?"

"They fuckin' swing. I'm tryin' not to fuckin' trip over myself over here, but it's pretty hard with her fuckin' tits' gravitational pull," Ken said, quite vulgarly. "I'm not gonna say any vile shit, but if I got a chance with those, I know exactly what I'm doin', y'know?"

Burham laughed, but when Bulma-who could hear the entire conversation-turned, he coughed into his hand instead. He just softly nodded, speaking underneath his breath, "Absolutely."

And the conversation ended there, because the two were far too worried about being caught to continue any more.

But fuck, Bulma knew she wouldn't have stopped them from talking about her... tits. After their words, she didn't even feel like "breasts" was an adequate word for them anymore, and so she began defaulting to tits, as... crude as it felt, at times.

Ken and Burham's conversation just made Bulma feel extremely horny, more than she had been in years. Feeling wanted did incredible things for her, and for the first time in ages, she'd masturbated. No, it was more like, she fucked herself.

And she did it while thinking about (Y/n).

No matter the people that she found wanting her, (Y/n)'s casual grin and excitement when talking about gaming was something she didn't realize she needed. She was always the busy-body, but for his goals and lifestyle to be so... simple, she yearned him more.

Oh, and he was fucking hung.

Bulma understood that big didn't equal good. She understood that extremely well, but... Bulma liked them big. Her toys were big, she liked feeling big, and she just... mmm. Whenever she thought about it, it just turned her on far more than she was willing to admit.

Anyway, her masturbation adventures weren't as important as her journey to find (Y/n).

At first, she figured the best thing she could do was wait until (Y/n) would meet her again, but just hours ago, just two weeks after she met (Y/n), there was a big explosion in West City.

The two culprits of the explosion disappeared shortly after the explosion cleared, but Bulma knew that had (Y/n) written all over it. She reached out to several organizations about what they knew, and because she was the CEO of Capsule Corporation, they were willing to help her out with varying prices that she could very easily pay.

Obtaining footage and photos of the explosion was easy and slowing them down to see a pink figure unlike anything she'd ever seen, and a young man she certainly had seen revealed everything she needed to know.

When the dust cleared, the pink figure was gone, revealing that it was an attractive woman that Bulma remembered hiring years before the Androids destroyed everything.

"What was her name...? Vomi?" Bulma asked herself, scrolling through the other emails she'd received to find any more information. When she couldn't find anything, she started going through paperwork submitted by Vomi, who, like she thought, was a worker at Capsule Corporation.

The work ended up being very simplistic to find, because Vomi worked in the creation of a gravity chamber that Vegeta worked in. Regardless of her history, though, she went off the radar shortly after the Androids appeared, and she wasn't found again.

Until now.

"So, he went back to the Time Patrol, but he ended up having to come back for Vomi? Hmm, then where exactly did Vomi head off to with him?" Bulma was knee-deep in research, just trying to find the slightest bit of information about (Y/n).

Bulma let out a massive sigh, stretching in her chair before rising. "This is pointless, it's about time to get to the legwork!"

Bulma was licensed to fly several aircraft, because of course she was. And with such a power, there was nothing from stopping her from hopping in a Capsule Corp. airplane and heading to the possible locations of Vomi's whereabouts.

The middle of the desert, the middle of the tundra, and the middle of a suburban neighborhood were all options. As it turned out, the last option wasn't too far off. Vomi's lab was located on the edge of a suburban neighborhood, where it could easily be mistaken for a storage building of an anonymous company.

Bulma, trying to be respectful, knocked on the main door first.

She didn't expect much, but still, she waited.

The large warehouse doors creaked open, revealing Vomi's exhausted face. Her hair was an absolute mess, and the bags under her eyes made it clear that she had been through... something that tired her out. However, despite her exhaustion, she looked clear-headed, and almost excited.

As soon as she saw Bulma, she let out a little gasp, "Bulma Briefs?"

Bulma smiled awkwardly, "That's me. But Vomi, you remember me, right?"

The woman frowned. "Uh, who's Vomi?"

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Bulma and Android 21-not Vomi, Bulma quickly pieced together-sat together in 21's kitchen. It was a very... dry place, but that made since, because 21 didn't have much reason to eat. Still, she'd made tea for Bulma, just to be a hospitable host.

Android 21 was extremely receptive of Bulma's questions, admitting that she had no memories of meeting Bulma or working for her. In fact, 21 had very few memories of the androids at all, perhaps because she wasn't from the same timeline as Bulma entirely.

21 was an enigma in Bulma's timeline, and Vomi might as well had been a ghost after her disappearance, but Bulma didn't get too caught up in it. With her limited knowledge of the multiverse and multiple timelines, she knew that there'd be paths that crossed in ways she hadn't expected, especially after meeting (Y/n).

Speaking of....

Bulma coughed into her hand, not quite sure how to bring him up.

"What is it, Ms. Brief?" 21 asked. She'd gotten into the habit of speaking rather respectfully, having respected Bulma for years after hearing about her experiences. Bulma chose to get over it instead of insisting she speak to her casually.

"Did you meet a man named-"

21 nearly leapt over the table, her eyes sparkling with an excitement Bulma hadn't seen from her before. "(Y/n), right?!"

Bulma nodded slowly.

"Oh my God, I'm so excited to see him again! He just came, and helped me with this huge problem, then left! He's such a good guy!" 21 sighed dreamily.

Bulma blinked. It was then that she realized if she wanted (Y/n) romantically, she'd either have to fight extremely hard, or share. With the look of adoration in 21's eyes, she didn't want to fight her, either.

"He helped with a problem? Did he act as a guinea pig for a chemical, or something along those lines?" Bulma figured (Y/n) was far from a scientist, just based on how he acted, but she'd be happy to be proven wrong.

21 looked Bulma dead in the eyes and spoke clearly. "No, he absolutely turned me into a pretzel and didn't stop until I was satisfied. He just kept going, and going, and... mmm."

Bulma blushed at 21's lackadaisical manner of speaking. Bulma never felt like a prude, even casually groping her breasts in front of (Y/n) and simply calling them boobs, as that's all they were.

But sex?

Hot, spicy, sensual sex was not something Bulma could easily talk about without imagining herself doing it. Which is to say, talking about sex turned Bulma on. A lot.

"R-Really? Was he... good?"

21 groaned, tapping her fist into the table a few times. "Better than good, better than perfect, even. He was rough sometimes, soft sometimes, and excited all the time. Fucking massive too, God, I can still feel him. And he knew how to use his hips~!"

Bulma bit her lip, swallowing unconsciously. 21 raised an eyebrow, "Wait, do you know him?"

Bulma stammered. "Well, I mean, we met once, but...."

21 grinned. "Do you want him to get down and dirty with him?"

Bulma waved a hand, trying not to meet 21's suggestive gaze. "Psh, he wouldn't like an old lady like me! These... things are just way too big for most!"

Bulma was, of course, talking about her breasts. Not her tits, she tried to remind herself, just to stop herself from getting too turned on. Bulma was wearing a Capsule Corporation jacket, which did manage to properly cover up her large chest, but it still made it very clear that she did have a very large chest.

21, having some modicum of modesty, obviously didn't stare too much originally, but now that the conversation was about them, she didn't shy away from taking a long glance or two.

"Oh, they're fineeeee. They don't even look that big!" 21 said. She was, as it turned out, a devious woman.

Bulma raised a disbelieving eyebrow. She hefted up her tits, both of them spilling out over her hands despite her effort. "Come on, I'm like... four times your size!"

21 licked her lips, and suddenly, Bulma realized how the tension was constantly rising.

"Hmm, I don't think so! Here, look!" Without a lick of hesitation, 21 tore open her shirt, revealing her braless breasts sitting high on her chest. They were fairly sizeable, J-cups. Although the measurement would mean effectively nothing to most, it simply meant her breasts were what most people would call "huge."

Most people would be incredibly shocked by the sight, but Bulma was nonplussed.

Bulma slowly unzipped her jacket, pulling it aside to reveal her breasts being contained by a sports bra. Even with her breasts being contained, they were so large they spilled over the top and the sides of the cups. Indeed, she should've spent time creating a bra that would've fit her while being comfortable, but this bra fit her perfectly just weeks ago.

The thought of her own growth... turned her on uncomfortably. She shifted awkwardly as she revealed her sports bra. Even when they were being contained, they were easily twice the size of 21's breasts.

21 openly gawked. "Oh my God, you make me look flat."

Bulma flushed.

21 laughed, "Did you like me talking about how big you are?"

Bulma didn't reply, her blush only deepening.

21 didn't hide her hardening nipples, staring at Bulma's. "Because it looks like you are."

Bulma shivered.

Was she into women? She didn't know.

Was she very much into 21? Abso-fucking-lutely.

21 rose, approaching Bulma. She whispered in Bulma's ear, "Did you know he'll love those massive tits of yours? And trust me, if you tittyfuck him, he'll never stop wanting more~."

Bulma shivered again, "R-really?"

21 pulled away. "Let's practice, hehehe. Let's blow him mind when we see him again~!"

Passion and arousal swirled within Bulma's eyes.

(Y/n) genuinely had no idea what was coming next.

Him, a lot.