The grand cruise ship sailed smoothly across the calm blue ocean, its engines humming softly under the bright afternoon sun. Bulma had thrown this huge party to celebrate peace on Earth after so many battles. Everyone who mattered was there: friends, family, warriors, even gods. Laughter filled the air, music played from speakers hidden all around the deck, and the smell of delicious food floated everywhere.
On the main deck, people stood in small groups, talking and drinking. Krillin and Gohan stood near the railing, each holding a glass of red wine. They laughed about old fights and how much stronger Pan was getting every day. Master Roshi, for once, looked like a proper gentleman. He wore a black suit, a neat tie, a long-sleeved shirt, and dark sunglasses. But anyone who knew him understood that behind those glasses, his eyes were still the same old perverted ones, sneaking looks where they shouldn't.
Android 17 had come, but he stayed inside the ship most of the time, playing video games with Trunks and Goten in one of the lounges. Android 18 walked around with her little daughter Marron in her arms, smiling softly at the child's excited babbling. Chi-Chi was yelling at Vegeta again about something small, probably about him not eating enough vegetables. Piccolo stood quietly in a corner, arms crossed, watching everyone. Kale and Caulifla from Universe 6 were there too, talking loudly and laughing, excited to be on Earth. Good Buu sat alone at a big table, spoon in hand, eating bowl after bowl of chocolate pudding, his cheeks round and happy. Mr. Satan stood with Videl, telling loud stories that made her roll her eyes but smile anyway. Yamcha, Tien, and Oolong sat together at a table, drinking beer and laughing at old jokes. Chiaotzu was curled up on a deck chair under an umbrella, fast asleep with a little smile on his face.
The ship rocked gently as it moved forward on its path around the world.
Lord Beerus, the God of Destruction, stepped onto the deck with Whis floating gracefully beside him. His purple skin shone in the sunlight, and his tail swayed happily behind him.
"Welcome, Lord Beerus! Welcome, Whis!" Bulma called out with a big smile, walking over to greet them. She wore a beautiful blue dress that hugged her body perfectly.
Everyone turned and bowed a little, showing respect. Beerus just grinned, hands behind his back.
"So, Bulma," Beerus said, his voice smooth and a little dangerous, "do you have it? My special treat? That's the only reason I came all this way."
Bulma laughed and clapped her hands twice. A group of servants rolled out a giant silver bowl, taller and wider than Krillin himself. Inside were mountains of ice cream, every flavor Beerus had never tried before: galaxy swirl, comet crunch, nebula berry, stardust vanilla, and hundreds more. The colors sparkled like jewels.
Beerus's eyes went wide. His tail started swinging faster. A huge smile spread across his face.
"Perfect," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Whis, do not disturb me until every last bite is gone. I mean it."
He sat down right there on the deck and started eating with both hands, scooping huge spoonfuls into his mouth. "Oh my goodness… this is incredible… brain freeze? I don't care! Keep it coming! Yes! Oh yes!"
Whis just smiled politely and floated a few steps away.
While Beerus was lost in his ice cream heaven, Bulma grabbed Whis by the sleeve and pulled him to a quiet corner at the back of the ship, behind some large plants where no one could see or hear them.
"Whis," she whispered, looking worried, "where is Goku? Chi-Chi has been going crazy. No one has seen him in months. Piccolo just got back and said Goku fought some dark god and almost died, and then Lord Champa showed up out of nowhere. What is going on?"
Whis placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Bulma. Goku is perfectly fine. He is training on Lord Champa's planet right now, with my sister Vados."
Bulma blinked. "Vados… right, your sister, Champa's attendant. Okay. But why didn't he tell anyone?"
Whis only smiled mysteriously and said nothing more.
At the drink stand, Master Roshi leaned against the counter, sipping a cocktail and staring at Android 18. She stood a few steps away, holding Marron, her ears closed.
"What a lovely party, huh, Eighteen?" Roshi said, his voice low and flirty.
Android 18 turned, her face cold and serious. "This is a public place, old man. What do you want?"
Roshi grinned wider. "Just one quick moment… please? I've been good all day."
She looked around. No one was watching too closely. She sighed. "Just once, Roshi. And that's it. Control room. Now."
She put Marron down and told her to go play with the other kids, then walked toward the inside of the ship. Roshi followed quickly, trying to look casual.
From across the deck, Yamcha noticed. He nudged Tien. "Hey, man… doesn't that look weird? Roshi following Eighteen like that?"
Tien rolled his eyes. "Yamcha, you see cheating everywhere. First you thought Piccolo and Kale were sneaking off, then Videl and Krillin, and now Roshi and Eighteen? Dude, calm down. This is a family party. Stop drinking so much."
Yamcha looked at his beer, confused. "Have I really had that much? Maybe you're right…" He shrugged and walked inside the ship to clear his head. He wandered down a hallway until he found an empty guest room and lay down on the bed for a minute.
Inside the control room, the door locked with a soft click.
The room was cool and quiet. The ship drove itself using Bulma's computers, so no one ever came in here during parties. A single air conditioner hummed in the corner.
Android 18 leaned forward over the main console, hands gripping the edge. Her jacket and black long-sleeve shirt stayed on, but her pants were pulled down just enough. Master Roshi stood behind her, completely naked except for his sunglasses, which he still wore for some reason. His old but surprisingly strong hands gripped her hips.
He thrust hard and deep, again and again, making her whole body rock forward with every push.
"Yes… yes… fuck me harder, Roshi… harder," Eighteen moaned, trying to keep her voice low so no one outside would hear. Her body was perfect, cold skin now hot and wet. Every time he slammed into her, her breath caught, and her fingers tightened on the console.
Roshi grinned like he had won the lottery. He pulled her hips back to meet every thrust, going faster, deeper, loving every second. Her pussy was soaked, gripping him tight, and her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt.
Neither of them cared that they could get caught any second. They just wanted this quick, dirty moment.
Back outside, near the food tables, Krillin walked up to Videl with a nervous smile.
"Hey, Videl! Long time no see. How have you been?"
Videl looked tired. Her eyes were sad. "Not good, Krillin. Not good at all."
Krillin frowned. "What's wrong?"
She glanced around to make sure Gohan was busy talking to Piccolo, then stepped closer. "Gohan… he never has time for me anymore. He's always working, or training, or taking care of Pan. We haven't… you know… been together in almost a year. I'm going crazy, Krillin."
Krillin's face turned red. "Videl, you shouldn't be telling me this. That's between you and Gohan."
"I've tried talking to him," she whispered, voice breaking a little. "He doesn't listen. He's always too tired or too busy. Krillin… I want you to fuck me. Right now. Please."
Krillin's eyes went huge. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He just stood there, frozen, holding his glass of wine with a shaking hand.
In the hidden corner behind the plants, things were getting even more intense between Bulma and Whis.
Bulma had backed away until she hit the wall. Whis floated closer, his tall, perfect body towering over her. His eyes glowed faintly.
"Bulma," Whis said softly, voice like silk, "I have desired you for many, many years. Your beauty, your fire, your genius… Give yourself to me, just once. In return, I will fill you with an angel's seed. It will make you twenty times younger, more beautiful than ever. Your breasts will grow fuller, your hips wider, your skin perfect, your ass round and firm. You will stay young and gorgeous for thousands of years."
Bulma's face was bright red. Her legs pressed together without her meaning to. She could feel heat building between them.
"I… I know an angel's cum can do that," she whispered. "I believe you. But I can't cheat on Vegeta. I love him."
Whis stepped even closer until she could feel the warmth coming from his body. "Saiyans live for thousands of years, Bulma. Goku and Vegeta will still be young and strong long after you have grown old and died. In fifty or sixty years, you will be gone, and Vegeta will still be in his prime. Do you want to leave him like that? Or do you want to stay by his side, young and beautiful, for millennia?"
Bulma swallowed hard. "I… I could just use the Dragon Balls. I've done it before."
Whis smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. "And what happens when someone stronger takes the Dragon Balls forever? When they are destroyed? When they stop working one day? Then what, Bulma? Will you grow old and weak while your husband stays young?"
Bulma had no answer. She just stood there, breathing fast, her back against the wall and Whis only inches away.
On the deck, Beerus was still eating ice cream like the world was ending, pudding and cream smeared on his face, moaning with every bite.
Inside the control room, Android 18's quiet moans got louder, her body shaking as Roshi pounded into her again and again, sweat dripping down his old back.
In the hallway, Yamcha lay on the guest room bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he really was seeing things.
Krillin still stood frozen in front of Videl, unable to believe what he had just heard.
And behind the plants, Bulma's heart raced as Whis waited for her answer, his hand slowly reaching out to touch her cheek.
The party continued all around them—laughter, music, clinking glasses—but in the hidden corners of the ship, secrets burned hotter than the afternoon sun, and no one out on the deck had any idea what was really happening.