Whis and Bulma had been alone. Very alone. Whis had picked Bulma up easily in his strong arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the cool metal wall. His long, hard dick had been deep inside her pussy, sliding in and out slowly at first, then faster, while she moaned softly into his ear. The air smelled like salt and sex, and Bulma's blue hair stuck to her sweaty face.
Suddenly everything changed.
In the blink of an eye they were no longer outside behind the secret door. They were inside a quiet, beautiful bedroom on the ship—one of the fancy guest rooms no one was using. Soft white sheets, big windows looking out at the blue sea, everything clean and perfect.
Bulma opened her eyes wide and gasped. "Fuck… Whis, what did you do?" Her voice was soft and shaky, still full of pleasure, a little moan slipping out as he kept moving inside her for one more second. "I thought… we… were outside behind the secret opening? How are we here now?"
Whis smiled that calm, knowing smile he always had. He slowly pulled his thick, wet dick out of her dripping pussy with a soft, wet sound. Bulma's legs were still shaking. Without warning he let go, and she dropped the short distance to the fluffy carpet with a little "oof!"
"Sorry, Bulma," Whis said, his voice smooth like always, not even out of breath. "I prefer a proper bed when I'm fucking someone as beautiful as you. The hard wall is exciting for a moment, but a bed is much better. And don't worry—when we finish, I will simply teleport us right back to that hidden spot outside. No one will ever know we were gone."
He reached down and gently took her hands, helping her stand up on wobbly legs. Her pussy shiny and wet. Whis led her by the hand to the huge, soft bed in the middle of the room.
"Ahhh… alright," Bulma said, her cheeks red, a little embarrassed but mostly still full of heat. She crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back. The cool sheets felt wonderful against her hot, sweaty skin. Without being asked, she spread her legs wide open, showing Whis everything—her pink, soaked pussy still open a little from where he had been inside her, her big breasts moving up and down as she breathed hard. Little drops of sweat rolled down her stomach and soaked into the sheets.
Whis looked at her for a long moment, his purple eyes shining. Then he climbed onto the bed, moving over her like a cat. His long silver hair fell around them. He leaned down until his lips were only an inch from hers. Bulma could feel his warm breath. Slowly—very slowly—he pushed his hard dick back inside her waiting pussy. She was still so wet and slippery that he slid all the way in with one smooth movement. They both sighed at the same time.
They started moving together, gentle and slow, like they wanted to feel every single inch, every little bump and ridge. Whis's hips rolled, Bulma's hips lifted to meet him. The only sounds were their breathing, the soft wet noises of their bodies joining again and again, and the bed starting to creak quietly under them.
But gentle didn't last long.
Soon they were moving faster. Harder. The bed creaked louder, the headboard started knocking against the wall. Bulma's loud moans filled the whole room—"Ah! Ah! Yes, Whis, oh gods yes!" Sweat poured off Whis's perfect body, dripping down onto Bulma's breasts and belly, making their skin slide together even easier. The room smelled strongly of sex now, hot and heavy.
Whis leaned down and finally kissed her—deep and hungry. Their tongues touched and danced, lips sliding, tasting each other. One of his hands stayed on the bed to hold himself up, the other hand moved to her big, soft breasts. He grabbed one, then the other, squeezing hard, rolling the hard nipples between his fingers, pinching them until Bulma cried out into his mouth. Every time he pinched or pulled a nipple she moaned louder and her pussy clenched tighter around his cock.
Minutes went by—long, hot, sweaty minutes. Their bodies slapped together, skin shiny, hair messy. Bulma's nails dug into Whis's back, leaving little red lines. Whis's balls slapped against her ass every time he thrust all the way in.
"I'm… I'm… cumming!" Bulma suddenly cried out, her whole body shaking.
"Me too," Whis groaned at almost the exact same second.
They came together—hard. Bulma's pussy squeezed and pulsed around him again and again, milking his cock. Whis pushed deep one last time and stayed there, his thick, hot sperm shooting inside her, filling her up completely until it leaked out around his dick and ran down onto the sheets. They kept moving a little, riding the pleasure until there was nothing left.
For a long minute they just lay there, breathing hard, bodies stuck together with sweat and cum.
Then Whis kissed her forehead gently and whispered, "Time to go back, my dear."
Meanwhile, out on the sunny deck where the party was still going strong…
Chi-Chi stood with her arms crossed, looking angry. The music was loud, children were running around laughing, but she didn't care about any of it.
"Hey, Vegeta!" she shouted over the noise.
Vegeta turned, arms also crossed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, Chi-Chi? You doing okay?"
"I'm doing just great," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Veins were popping on her forehead, her face red, fists clenched so tight you could almost hear them squeak. "I haven't seen Goku for months! Where the hell is that idiot husband of mine, Vegeta?!"
Vegeta sighed. "He's training in Universe 6, woman. Relax. Kakarot is too stubborn to die, and he's stronger than every single person on this ship—yes, including me, I hate admitting it. He'll come back when he feels like it."
"You Saiyans are all the same—stupid, selfish, and annoying!" Chi-Chi yelled, then stomped away, nearly knocking over a tray of drinks someone was carrying.
Vegeta watched her go, then looked up at the sky and muttered, "Kakarot, you idiot, you should have been home by now…"
A little further away, Krillin was looking around nervously.
"Eighteen! There you are!" he said, jogging up as she walked out of a long hallway lined with guest rooms. "I've been searching everywhere for you!"
"Sorry, honey," Eighteen said coolly, brushing her blonde hair back. "I was tired. I went to lie down for a bit."
"Oh, okay! Well, come quick—they're starting couple games!" Krillin grabbed her hand excitedly and pulled her toward the party, both of them laughing as they ran.
And then—
SWOOSH. BOOM.
The air itself seemed to twist and grow burning hot for a second. A bright flash of light, and suddenly Goku stood in the middle of the deck, looking different—taller, bigger, his face harder, his power rolling off him in waves. Everyone stopped and stared. Standing next to him for just a moment was Vados, the angel of Universe 6, smiling calmly.
"Alright, Goku," she said softly. "We'll see each other again very soon." Then—BOOM—she shot into the sky like a comet and was gone.
Up in the hidden bedroom, Whis's eyes snapped open.
"Vados…?" he whispered. He quickly fixed his long angelic robes, grabbed his staff, and with two quick swooshes of power he first sent Bulma gently back to the exact hidden spot they had started in (her clothes perfect again, no one the wiser), and then appeared back on the deck himself, calm and collected, as if he had never left.
Every single person on the ship turned to look at Goku.
Lord Beerus, who had been… busy… in another room with Videl (she was still naked and sleepy on the bed when he suddenly sat up), felt the huge energies appear. He pulled on his clothes fast, growled, "I sense Goku… Vados just left… but there's one more power—stronger than before…" He dashed out of the room, slamming the door, and ran down the hallway, and burst onto the deck just as everyone else was staring at the new, scarily powerful Goku standing in the middle of the party.
The music kept playing, the waves kept crashing, but something big had just changed. And nobody—except maybe Whis, who stood quietly with his usual tiny smile—knew that Bulma was still catching her breath in the hidden corner, legs shaky, pussy full of angelic cum, wondering how long she could keep the secret burning inside her.