“Agh!!!” Tekka shouted as she flew through the air, landing on the ground with a painful crunch. She rolled several times before bashing into a boulder, cracking it. She barely managed to cross her forearms over her chest as a heavy boot slammed heel-first into her, grinding her back into the broken stone shards. “Tekka!!!” Pan shouted, struggling against the hands holding her. She tried to stomp the black boot below her feet, but the hands lifted her higher, keeping her feet from touching the floor. Goku, Goten and Trunks lay on the ground nearby, unmoving. “Bwahaha! You weren't expecting this, were you?!” cackled a massive mountain of a Saiyan, his bald head reflecting the sunlight. His beady black eyes glinted evilly, as he brushed a hand through his goatee. He wore Saiyan armor of dark teal and gold, his tail wrapped around his waist. “An ambush was a great idea, Nappa,” a second Saiyan agreed. As tall as Nappa, but with a slightly less muscular build, the man had a wild and unruly mane of black hair that easily reached past his knees. “Yes, Raditz, now we can kill Kakarot as a child, before he ever becomes a threat to Lord Frieza!” agreed a blue-skinned alien. His face was fair and feminine, with a golden headband. He wore similar armor, but embellished with a long, white cape. “Let's just get this over with, Zarbon. Kill them, and then Lord Frieza will win the Time-Space Tournament and rule the universe!” growled a portly purple-skinned alien. His head was topped not with hair, but with dozens of sharp spikes. He smirked and kicked Goku, knocking the half-conscious boy a dozen feet away. “Hey, Dodoria? What does the scouter say about this kid’s power level?” Nappa asked the purple alien, smirking. “Why bother checking? She's probably under 9000,” Dodoria replied gruffly. “Under 9000! What a waste of space! ...Wait, this conversation seems weirdly familiar,” Nappa remarked, scratching the back of his head. He ground his heel into Tekka’s sternum, making her gasp for breath. She struggled to get her hands under the sole of his oversized boot. ***** Tekka and her party had been training, flying across a wasteland zone, and practicing their rapid movement and evasion by playing aerial tag. From behind some spires, a barrage of energy blasts had peppered the five kids. A voice yelled “Giant Storm!” and an enormous detonation had knocked the kids to the ground. Dazed and disoriented, Tekka, Pan, Goku, Goten and Trunks were caught off guard. Trunks had gone down first, struck from behind by a violet energy beam. Goten took a knee to the forehead, knocking him out instantly. Goku had actually managed to strike back at Raditz when the Saiyan flashed into place in front of him. His Kamehameha was picture perfect, striking Raditz dead center. But Goku's older brother shrugged off the child's attack with nothing but a few minor burns to show for it. Goku took a shot to the stomach in return, sagging to the floor insensate. ****** “Stop it… Don't hurt… my friends!” Tekka wheezed. She hooked her fingers under Nappa’s boot and shoved with as much force as she could muster. Nappa yelped as he was thrown into the air, tumbling head over heels several times before landing flat on his back. Tekka used the opportunity to jump to her feet. Immediately, Dodoria’s fists slammed against her. The little Saiyan barely managed to get her guard up, wincing in pain as his fists struck her forearms. She leapt away, firing rapid-fire fireballs to cover her retreat. The flabby extraterrestrial sneered contemptuously, batting aside the blasts with his palm. Tekka’s backpedaling was curtailed as Zarbon flitted behind her, whipped his leg out and caught her in the small of the back. The impact knocked Tekka clean out of the air, sending her back to the ground in a spray of dust and rocks. Clambering to her feet, the girl twisted her hips, her ki flaring as she held a fist in the palm of her other hand. She uncoiled in a violent movement, throwing her hands forward. “GARLIC GUN!!!” she shouted, firing a magenta beam of incandescent light at the nearest target. Nappa, now back on his feet, met her beam with an energy blast of his own. The roiling yellow beam struck Tekka’s attack head on, easily overwhelming it. Tekka yelled in shock and pain as the force of Nappa’s ki struck her, knocking her flying. “Hey, Raditz! Finish that girl off and come join the fun!” Nappa called, as Tekka tumbled head over heels backward. She groaned, slamming into a boulder, cracking it clean through. Lifting her head weakly, she wiped blood from a cut on her forehead. Raditz lifted Pan and punched the girl clean in the face, once, twice, three times in quick succession. The girl slumped in his grip, dangling by her wrist. Raditz smirked as he formed a glowing, smoking sphere of power in his hand, holding it towards Pan’s torso. It cracked loudly, ready to release and blow a hole through her. Tekka suddenly felt a righteous anger swell deep inside her. How dare these relics, these monsters and criminals and evil-doers from ages long gone hurt her friends? How dare they threaten her future by erasing these heroic legends from her history? How dare they threaten her friends and allies? And how dare they do it with a cowardly sneak attack rather than honorable combat? The sheer injustice of it all burned inside Tekka. No. She would not let this happen. Pan, Goten, Trunks, and Goku all counted on her. They trusted her to keep them safe, just as she trusted them. No one was allowed to do this to them. Tekka felt something new inside her. Like a switch was flipped or a door opened, suddenly she felt power flood her body. Her ki reserves were overcharged and spilled out of her. Her anger, her refusal to let Pan get hurt, her determination to win; all these emotions opened a wellspring of power unlike anything the child had ever felt. With a roar that shook her body, Tekka arched her back. A hot wind radiated from the space around her, lightning crackling and sparking. Her hair began to spike, forming sharp points. Slowly, one by one, each fiery orange strand shimmered and turned a pure, bright gold. Her eyes began to glow with an inner light as their hue turned from a vivid violet to an electric cyan. Raditz and Dodoria recoiled as their Scouters began to sparkle and smoke. Reacting quickly, they managed to yank the devices off their ears, throwing them just before they exploded. “This can't be happening! Before it overloaded, the Scouter said…” Zarbon shouted over the roaring wind and thunder. “It had to be a glitch!” Raditz agreed, slipping into a fighting stance, “This is some kind of trick!” With an echoing boom, a shockwave erupted from Tekka, blowing back Raditz, Dodoria, Nappa, and Zarbon. As the four attempted to get into some sort of fighting stance, Tekka vanished from sight. Tekka reappeared in front of Raditz, her blue-green eyes flaring. She was a golden streak as she snatched Pan out of his grip, gently cradling her. “Stay there. I'll be back in a moment,” Tekka growled, turning away. Raditz gasped, not even noticing that Pan was out of his grip until she was in Tekka's arms. He snarled like a wild dog, leaping at her, but by the time he moved, Tekka was already eighty yards away. The golden-haired girl gently placed Pan down; sitting her against a boulder. “Nnngh… T-Tekka?” Pan groaned dazedly, slowly coming back to her senses, “What's going on? What's happening?” “Stay here and help Goku. I’ll go get Goten and Trunks, and handle these guys,” Tekka said, before simply blinking away again. Her departure was so quick, so sudden, that Pan could hear a faint “fwumph” as air rushed in to fill the space where she had been. Pan shook her head, trying to clear her head as she turned to care for the unconscious Goku nearby. Tekka reappeared again next to Goten and Trunks. As she prepared to kneel down next to the boys, Dodoria yelled in rage, chucking a beam of yellow light at the girl. Tekka didn't even look his direction as she casually backhanded the energy beam. The blow deflected it straight up, sending it harmlessly into the sky. “What?! What's going on?!” Dodoria shouted in shock and outrage. “It can't be. This girl can't possibly be… they don't exist!” Zarbon mumbled, staring at her in fear. Tekka gently laid her hands upon Goten’s chest and Trunks’ back. Her hands glowed brighter as she channeled a small portion of the vast well of energy inside her into the boys. After a moment, they stirred, groaning in discomfort as they came back to consciousness. “Gah… my achin’ head…” Trunks groaned, picking himself off the ground. “Who did that? And… WHOA! TEKKA! You're a Super Saiyan!!!” exclaimed Goten, rubbing his eyes blearily. “Nappa, Raditz, Dodoria and Zarbon sneak attacked us. I’m taking care of it,” Tekka said, turning away again. Her aura flared brightly, forcing Goten and Trunks to shade their eyes as she streaked away, right towards the quartet of villains. “Wait, what? Uncle Raditz?” Goten asked, bewildered. “C’mon, Goten, get up! Even with her power, she's gonna need help!” ordered Trunks, helping his best friend to his feet. ****** Tekka struck like a golden comet, the sound barrier shattering in her wake as she slammed fist first into Dodoria. The purple-skinned alien folded like a lawn chair around her fist, his eyes bulging before the sheer force of the blow sent him careening across the desert floor. The other three adults charged at her in unison, roaring an outraged battlecry. Tekka met their charge fearlessly. She was a shimmering yellow whirlwind, her foot lashing out to meet Raditz’s shins, kicking them out from under him. As he fell forward, Tekka was already airborne, arcing over his back. She grabbed the back of his head and shoved down, driving Raditz's head a full foot into the dusty, rocky desert ground. “Told you I’d be back in a moment,” Tekka snarled at him. She leaned back as a searing beam of light streaked past where her head had been a moment before. Nappa’s fist followed it a second later. The child whirled, spinning along the axis of Nappa's punch, and slammed her elbow into the back of his skull. Nappa yelled in pain, staggering forward uncontrollably. A flurry of sky blue fists and feet met Tekka before she could turn to face her latest attacker. But to Tekka’s surprise, Zarbon’s blows merely stung. They were striking with the same force as before, but it affected her much less due to her new found strength. She turned to face him, her hands blurring as she blocked his attacks with her palms, pushing them aside. A sneer twisted Zarbon’s handsome features as a large purple sphere of power grew in his free hand. Tekka flicked a finger in it's direction, sending a small spark streaking towards it. Zarbon's own ki blast detonated in his face, blowing him away. Scorch marks defaced his armor and skin. “Break CANNON!” Nappa's voice shouted. Tekka barely had time to turn and face him before the world exploded around her. Time and space lost all meaning as she tumbled through the air head over heels in a daze. She hit the ground an instant or eternity later, groaning as pain surged through her entire body. “Heh. THAT gentled her down a bit. Who woulda thought that a Super Saiyan actually existed and would be a little brat!” Nappa said, stomping down on Tekka's chest. She gasped, coughing uncontrollably. “Super Saiyan or not, she’s still a kid. Kill her!” Raditz snarled, snapping his broken nose back into shape. The long-haired Saiyan marched up and blasted Tekka with a searing beam, driving her deeper into the small crater around her. “Hey, loser squad! There's more than one Super Saiyan here!” a pair of voices interrupted, speaking in perfect unison. Tekka groaned and lifted her head, blinking as a second figure stepped forward. “Now, the Grim Reaper of Justice, special edition! EX Gotenks!!!” shouted a boy in two voices at once. It was clearly the fused boy, but different than his original form. His face was a perfect blend of Goten’s soft and gentle features and Trunks’ sharper, fiercer visage. His hair erupted up from his head in a series of violent spikes; the main part being lavender like Trunks’ hair, but with black at the sides and around the back. Two long bangs covered his forehead instead of his usual widow’s peak. His build was more like Goten's than Trunks’, more slender and lithe than muscular like his original form. His clothes were different as well; instead of the vest, sash, and pants of his normal form, he wore clothing that almost seemed a fusion of Trunks’ and Goten's outfits. A green fighting gi was fitted over a dark blue T-shirt. His forearms were covered by orange sleeves. His pants were extremely baggy, tied to his waist with an orange belt. The crotch and inner thighs continued the dark blue pattern. The Metamo-Ring on his bicep glowed. “And now, SUPER GOTENKS!” the boy shouted. Igniting his ki, his hair turned gold and eyes turned blue-green. Immense power radiated from the boy. “TWO Super Saiyans?!” Dodoria exclaimed in horror, “Lord Frieza doesn’t pay me enough for this!” “He doesn’t pay you at all!” Zarbon retorted, “But for once I agree with the sentiment. I’m done!” “Oh, no you don’t! You aren’t getting away!” Gotenks growled, “Galactic Donuts!!!” Gotenks quickly drew four circles in the air above his head with his index finger. Each time, a glowing ring of light was left in its wake. Raising his hands above his head, Gotenks threw his arms forward, and the rings flew out with a humming noise. Hovering over each of the four villains, the rings suddenly expanded, lowered around them, then contracted. Instantly, all four were bound tight, their arms trapped at their sides. Gotenks and Tekka wasted no time pouncing upon them, lashing out with punches and kicks, pummeling the four into complete submission. Tekka grabbed Raditz by the collar of his armor, laying into him with hammer blows of her fist. She didn't stop until she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning her around and pulling her into an embrace. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! He’s done! Any more and you’ll kill him!” Gotenks exclaimed. “I want to kill him! He was gonna kill Pan! And Goku!!!” Tekka shouted in rage. “We're okay, Tekka! It’s okay!” a voice called. Tekka blinked and looked up to see Goku standing nearby, supporting Pan’s weight with her arm over his shoulders. “Any more and you'll be just as big a bully as they are, Tekka… They're way weaker than you, and good guys don't beat up weaker people, even if they're bad guys…” Goku implored, frowning. The distressed look on his face and the relief at seeing her friends relatively uninjured caused Tekka's blind rage to dissipate. With it, so went the surge of enormous power. Tekka let go of Raditz, letting him collapse to the ground. The flame-like golden light around her faded away. Her hair turned back to its original messy orange style, as her eyes returned to their normal violet. The girl felt a sudden exhaustion wash through her, draining the strength from her limbs. She was asleep before she even hit the ground, hearing her friends shout her name. ****** Consciousness came back to Tekka slowly. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing in expectation of the twinges of a dozen bruises and cuts; but no pain came. “Whoa. Easy, Tekka,” said a pair of voices in perfect unison. Tekka blinked blearily, her eyes coming into focus on Gotenks as he sat in a chair beside her. Tekka took in her surroundings; she was in the spaceship’s sick bay, laying in a bed. She looked down at herself, noting that while she was dressed in a hospital gown, she had a distinct lack of bandages or even remnants of her injuries. “Senzu Bean,” said Gotenks by way of explanation, “You were pretty beat up, and the ship’s recovery machines weren’t gonna cut it. Thankfully, we still had that stash o’ Senzu Beans that Korin gave us.” “Is everyone…?” Tekka began, trailing off with worry at the memory of the fight. “Everyone’s cool. Nothin’ more than some bruises and bumps. You can relax,” Gotenks replied. “What happened back there?” Tekka asked, “It felt like fire and lightning inside me…” “You went Super Saiyan, and it was awesome!” Gotenks answered with a wide grin, “And now you can probably do it whenever you want! Particularly with the whole Saiyan thing where we get stronger after recovering from injuries!” Tekka frowned. Was it true? Did she have this new power deep inside her? She closed her eyes in concentration, drawing upon her Ki. The pool of energy within her seemed larger and deeper than ever before, and she plunged into its depths. With a blinding flash of golden light, and a cyclone of heated, sparking wind, Tekka felt immense strength flood her body. The sheet resting on her legs was blown away, striking Gotenks and twisting around him. Her hair shimmered gold, and her eyes turned from violet to glowing cyan. It was so much energy that she couldn’t hold it all. She lost her grip upon the power, and with a sudden silence and stilling of the air, her hair and eyes returned to normal; the blinding light fading away. “Ack! Jeez, a little warning next time?!” Gotenks complained, clawing his way out from under the blanket. He grinned as he tossed it aside, adding, “It takes practice to use it. Just give it a little time and you’ll be able to do it whenever you want!” “By the way, why are you still…?” Tekka gestured vaguely at all of Gotenks. The boy chuckled and shook his head. “Goten and Trunks were all beat up and dazed after they got blasted. They wanted to help you, but couldn't manage their ki to fuse properly. So they used their M-Rings to do it for them, creating me,” Gotenks explained, plucking at one of his purple bangs to illustrate, “I'm not nearly as powerful as my normal form… I doubt I could even go Super Saiyan 2, much less SS3, but I'm still stronger than both of them combined.” “Yeah, that's the how, but not the why. You're still fused,” Tekka said. Gotenks sweatdropped nervously, and turned away as he blushed slightly. “...M-Ring Fusion lasts as long as you want, unlike the Fusion Dance. You’ve been spending your time playing with yourself, haven't you?” Tekka asked accusingly. Gotenks laughed nervously, turning back to face her as he displayed the large bulges stretching the crotch of his pants. “Can you blame me? I'm only around for a half-hour at a time, and the ONLY time I've ever had the chance to do anything with my stiffies was that one time with you!” Gotenks said, grinning mischievously, “I'm always around to fight, never to have fun! Both Goten and Trunks wanted to try more stuff, and now I've got the chance!” Tekka rolled her eyes in amusement as she asked, “...How many times so far?” “...Ten and a half. I had to stop because it was my turn to wait until you woke up,” Gotenks admitted, grinning. Tekka sighed and shook her head, before looking at Gotenks, the boy grinning sheepishly. “Um.. W-well, maybe I could help with tha-” she began to offer. “I thought I felt the ship shake and an enormous ki! Are you feeling better, Tekka?” a soft voice asked kindly. Tekka blinked and looked up to see Gine peeking in from the hallway. Both children gave a start as the motherly Saiyan woman stepped into the room. “It’s nice to see that you’re awake and.. Gotenks!” Gine huffed, crossing her arms. “I told you to save that for the lesson!” She sighed, shaking her head and said, “Tekka, are you alright to stand? If so, I’d like you to attend the lesson I’m holding right now.” “I think I’m okay now that I’ve rested a bit,” Tekka said with a nod, getting shakily to her feet. Gotenks helped her along, while Gine smiled and headed back out. “I’ll see you there. Take your time and don’t strain yourselves,” She said, vanishing around the corner. “Oh, and don’t bother wearing any clothes,” Gine said, popping her head back around the corner for a moment. Tekka and Gotenks stared at the spot she vanished, then at each other. “What kinda lessons need us to be naked?” Tekka asked, frowning. “Dunno, but now I’m extra eager to find out!” Gotenks replied, grinning. ****** Tekka stared in disbelief as she walked into the room. All of the other children that they had recruited in their journeys were gathered in the room. What was more notable, was that all of them were completely nude. Goku appeared comfortable and mildly curious as he milled about, looking at the other kids. His cock was erect, a massive log of flesh that drew both envious and embarrassed glances from the others. His length pulsed, drawing the eye to the enormous head peeking out from beneath the thick foreskin, no matter how hard one tried to avoid it. Gohan, by contrast, looked considerably more uncomfortable. The boy’s cheeks were bright red, almost bruising with his shy embarrassment. His hands were crossed feebly over his groin in a futile attempt to provide some sort of privacy. It was pointless, as he clearly took after his father; the head of his erection was brushing against the bottom of his pectoral muscles. He kept glancing down at it with a glare, as if admonishing his cock for its behavior. Gotenks’ demeanor could not have been more different than his father or half-brother’s. The boy strutted around the room eagerly, showing off for the others, who watched in varying degrees of interest or mortified embarrassment. His eyes glittered mischievously as he let his twin penises stand on display, rigid and already dripping. With every step he took, his four large, hairless testicles swayed. He was the only one of the children who wore anything: his Metamoru Ring, glowing bright on his forearm. Without it, he would have separated back to Goten and Trunks. Pan sat nearby, blushing as she glanced at the throbbing lengths of the boys. Still new to sex, the sight of them embarrassed her as much as they aroused her. She wore only her ever-present bandanna, her pink nipples hard in the cool air. Her legs were crossed, hiding her inner thighs from view. Kiclee was much the opposite of Pan. Where Pan’s body language screamed how insecure she was feeling, Kiclee did not seem anything less than excited to have other girls and boys looking at her. The little child grinned as she leaned back against a pillow, her legs spread so that anyone could get a look. Her penis was stiff and pulsing eagerly, standing out above her chubby vulva. In addition, they were joined by a young girl who was looking around almost as curiously as Goku. While completely nude, the black-haired girl seemed completely comfortable walking around the room, strutting as her rear end swayed. Roughly the same age as Goku, her black eyes were wide and innocent, and her smile wide. Notably, both Gohan and Gotenks refused to meet her eyes, or even look at her as much as they could. The young girl was their mother, Chi-Chi, plucked out of time from when she was Goku’s age. “Hah! Everyone may be big, but I got em beat in quantity AND quality!” The fused Saiyan boy said, smirking, before Tekka walked by, tweaking his ear,”Alright, c’mon and sit down. Ms. Gine’s waiting on us,” She said, pulling Gotenks along by the ear, the boy sputtering,”Ow. Ow. Ow,” the whole time. Several of the children laughed nervously, while Pan blushed and looked away. Goku and Kiclee laughed and guffawed hugely, before Gine walked in. “Alright, you lot, settle down,” She said good naturedly, though the Saiyan woman looked oddly flushed for some reason. ***** -Ten minutes earlier- Gine hummed as she worked the controls on a console in the engine room. Since she’d come aboard, she’d taken it upon herself to ensure that everything was running smoothly, even the more technical parts. Every Saiyan knew how to work an engine; Gine, despite being a pacifist was no exception. Her inspection of the engines was interrupted as a gentle voice whispered out of the darkness, calling to her. “Gine… Gine.. come to me…” It crooned. Gine’s eyes widened. The command, hidden in her mind, flared to life, and all thought left her. She stumbled forward, towards the shapely figure that stepped from the shadows. The person smiled smugly. “Very good, my dear. Now then.. I have a special task for you to set up…” She crooned, running a hand down Gine’s side, and over her hips, chuckling darkly. The Saiyan girl merely nodded, and replied,”Yes, my Mistress…” ****** -Present- Gine walked into the room, smiling as the door slid shut behind her. A fresh wave of blushing washed over the gathered children as their eyes roamed up and down her naked form, her perfectly-sized breasts on full display with rosy-pink nipples, and just the tiniest, perfectly trimmed triangle of black hair pointing down at her vulva. The Saiyan’s brown-furred tail flicked playfully as she sauntered in, enjoying the stunned expressions on the collected kids’ faces. “So! You’ve all been very, very busy since you all met each other!” Gine announced, smirking, “I can tell how busy you’ve been by how many puddles the cleaning-bots have been scrubbing up.” The kids blushed even more deeply, exchanging either furtive and guilty glances, or confused, curious blinks. “No point in pretending otherwise. I’m not as oblivious as Bardock, or Vegeta, or Adult Kaka-... Goku. I actually pay attention to this kind of thing, guys,” Gine said, laughing, “Besides. One of you has already don87utg45555544tg7yuyu?>u6u767 y7ye something with me.” At this, Tekka buried her face in her hands in complete embarrassment, even as Gotenks turned to stare at her in disbelief. “No way. You and her…?” he asked, jaw dropped. “It was right after the Fusion accident with Goku…” Tekka explained weakly, “And I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Too bad, because that’s why you’re all here!” Gine interjected, “With all you guys have been doing behind the scenes, I think it’s best to step in and make sure you understand exactly what you’re doing… and why you’re doing it. That way, no one gets hurt, and you might up having even MORE fun!” “Okay, so… Let’s see… where to start…” Gine trailed off for a moment, pacing back and forth as the boys and girls watched her nervously, none exactly sure what she was doing. “...Hrmmm… Okay!” she said brightly after a moment, pounding a fist in her other palm, “Gohan and Tekka, come up here, please?” The two children glanced at each other, but obeyed without comment. They picked themselves off the floor and walked over to stand in front of Gine. Tekka blushed, trying to ignore the rather blatant stares of the other kids, while Gohan seemed equally embarrassed. “Saiyans and humans are very, very similar in biology, though there are a few notable differences. Not enough to make a difference in this lesson that it matters, though,” Gine explained. “So up here, we have examples of the three different types of Saiyans. Boys,” she said, gesturing at Gohan, “Girls,” she added, pointing at herself, “and ‘futanari,’ or girls with boy parts,” she finished, gesturing to Tekka. “For all intents and purposes, back on Planet Vegeta, girls and futanari were considered the same thing,” Gine added, noting Tekka’s distraught expression. “Tekka, you can go sit back down for a bit,” Gine said, patting her rear end to shoo her off. “Gohan, you can stay right here,” she said politely to the boy, who merely grunted and looked extra uncomfortable at having to remain up. “Um, what are we doing, ma’am?” Gohan asked, blushing deeply as he looked up at her, trying to keep his eyes on her face and not her bare chest. “Boys, or males, are the first type… or gender, of Saiyan. Gohan here, is a really good example. The main thing that makes a boy a boy… is his penis,” explained Gine, ignoring him. The children shifted uncomfortably. “Ms. Gine, I think we all know—…” Gohan began politely. “Ohhhh! So that’s it! I never realized that’s what makes a boy!!!” Goku interrupted, his eyes wide with revelation. Everyone else in the room fell silent as enormous drops of sweat slipped down their faces. Gohan face palmed and shook his head, before giving a gasp as Gine’s warm, soft hand grasped the thick erect member between his legs, causing the boy to give a strangled yelp of surprise! “So, kids, this is a penis. It is the male reproductive organ, but futanari like Tekka and Kiclee have one too,” Gine explained, kneeling down next to the boy. She smiled and pointed down at Gohan’s heavy, hairless balls, each as large as an orange. “Starting from the bottom, these are the testicles. They are contained within a scrotum. When you’re old enough, these will produce little cells called sperm. That will allow you to make babies with girls or futanari,” explained Gine, “Saiyans don’t begin producing sperm cells until they are around 16 years old. Right now, none of you will be making anything, so you don’t need to worry.” Gine hefted Gohan’s balls in the palm of her hand, smiling as she squeezed them. Gohan gasped as his muscles tensed and his penis twitched. Gine continued, “Saiyans generally have very large testicles. They produce a LOT of sperm. Gohan, yours are very nice, by the way.” “Um… T-Thank you… I… think?” Gohan gasped, whimpering as the Saiyan woman ran a finger up his penis along the underside of his shaft. “The shaft of the penis is made up of two parts, a spongy tissue that inflates with blood when a boy feels aroused… like right this moment, for example,” Gine explained, pointing at the side of the boy’s penis, grinning as he squirmed and panted. She pointed at the bulge along the underside of his length, continuing, “...and the urethra.” Gine slowly slid her fingers up Gohan’s penis, smirking mischievously, “Boys’ penises tend to have veins along the sides that bulge out a little. Girls’ penises (if they have them) tend to be a bit smoother.” “Then right here at the top, we have the head or the glans. It’s usually covered in a thick covering called the prepuce or more commonly, foreskin,” Gine continued as she pointed for everyone to see, “Though some people have something called a circumcision, where the foreskin is removed. That tends to be a practice amongst certain cultures of humans. Saiyans never did that.” “Now, watch closely, children,” Gine said, smirking as the kids all huddled closer. Gohan whimpered, blushing deeply to have everyone staring at his groin. The elder Saiyan woman gently pinched the skin under his tip and slowly pulled it down. Gohan yelped and groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as his hood peeled away from his helmet. Gine rolled down his skin, exposing the deep red-purple tip, smirking as it swelled. “As you can see, the foreskin can be pulled back to expose the glans. The glans is very sensitive, more so than the rest of the penis,” Gine explained. “Nnghnn…” grunted Gohan, clearly trying to resist the urge to buck his hips. The fat helmet of his cock swelled as it peeked out of Gine’s closed fingers. His entire penis was pulsing visibly, and his cheeks were flushed. “Just hang in there a bit, Gohan,” Gine murmured, grinning. “Now, the whole penis is a pleasure organ, with lots of nerves along the whole thing,” Gine continued her lecture a little louder for the children. As she did, she slid her hand up and down Gohan’s shaft, pumping the stiff length slowly. Gohan groaned weakly, his knees threatening to buckle under him as they trembled. He was horrifically embarrassed to have his friends, his past father and mother and his future little brother all staring at his groin. But despite his mortification at his most private of places being on full display for pretty much everyone he knew, his penis betrayed him by throbbing harder and stiffening further. His cock gave a particularly powerful pulse, and a dribble of clear fluid leaked from the tip and down over Gine’s fingers. “Ooh… What’s that stuff?” Chichi asked, her eyes wide, while the other children merely watched, some grinning, a few blushing and, of course, Goku, looking merely curious before piping up. “Oh! Isn’t that pee?” He asked, head tilting. “Not at all,” Gine said, smiling a bit at her son as he simply sat looking confused. “It’s actually called pre-ejaculate or ‘Cowper’s Fluid.’ Can anyone tell me what that is?” She asked, looking around. Tekka tentatively raised a hand. “It’s… the stuff that a penis makes before orgasm?” She asked, looking unsure. Gine nodded. “Yes, but why?” She asked, urging Tekka on, even as she continued jerking Gohan off, the boy blushing and trying his best to stay put and contain himself. “Um… It makes stuff all wet and sticky when I play with myself…” Gotenks offered, his tone carrying more than a hint of Goten’s bashfulness. “Correct. It’s extra lubrication, and it’s also the body preparing for an orgasm,” Gine agreed, “...As for what an orgasm is, I think we’ll see that in just a moment.” Gine grinned and continued to pump Gohan’s shaft, stroking up and down the firm length with one hand, and fondling his large, hairless sack with the other. The children watched, enraptured as more of Gohan’s pre flowed down. Gine slathered it over his shaft, making it glisten in the fluorescent light. Gohan moaned softly, unable to help himself. His cock was pulsing harder, aching with need. His scrotum felt tight even as pressure began to build deep inside his loins. He huffed, trying to catch his breath. Even the most strenuous of martial arts training had never left him as out of breath as this. “Watch closely, kids. As a boy approaches his orgasm, his testicles begin to rise and tighten against his penis,” Gine elaborated, pointing to them. Gohan’s face was bright red, both embarrassment and arousal flushing his cheeks. Each emotion heightened the other; the more aroused he was, the more horrified he was that the others were watching him do this; and the more mortified he was, the harder his penis felt and the more that the ominous rumbling sensation in his loins grew. “I’m… I can’t… I’ve gotta…” Gohan gasped helplessly, even as Gine’s fist blurred upon his shaft, pumping him faster and harder. With one final stroke down, peeling his foreskin back, Gohan let out a strangled yell. His hips arched upward and he groaned deep in his throat. The kids watched in confusion and awe as his penis jerked violently in Gine’s grip, pulsing so powerfully that they could see ripples travel up his shaft from base to tip. And then a spout of pearly white fluid erupted from the swollen red-purple head, flying across the room. Gohan groaned as he ejaculated violently, firing gushes of milky goo from his tip. His body trembled with the force of it, his balls jiggling tantalizingly. The other kids were directly in the firing line. Pan got hit with the first blast, leaving a long, curvy stripe of liquid from her forehead all the way down to her stomach. Goku laughed as he took a strike to his chest, the liquid drizzling against his own penis. “This is a typical male Saiyan orgasm, ladies and gentlemen. The body’s temperature rises; muscles tense and begin to contract rhythmically, particularly in the pelvic region, and the penis begins to convulse. A thick, milky fluid called semen is produced by several glands within the body, primarily the testicles, and rushes up the shaft. It is fired out of the glans with quite a bit of force in what’s called an ‘ejaculation,’” Gine explained, as if she were a teacher giving a lecture on a bit of literature and not currently stroking the boy’s cock as he came hard, “Oh, and it feels exceedingly good. Each orgasmic spasm is accompanied by pleasure and euphoria...” The kids barely heard, as they got splattered on the receiving end of Gohan’s ejaculations. They were yelping and spluttering as the immense ropes of liquid hit their naked bodies, dripping off their skin. The lances of pearly white goo struck with force, splashing off Gotenks’ chest and making him yelp. Another hit Chi-chi’s smooth stomach, making her giggle and gasp, feeling it drench her and drip down towards her loins. “Whoops! It appears that Gohan is rather productive.. As are all Saiyans,” Gine said, her hand still pumping the boy’s penis, Gohan’s body shaking as he stood in place, before finally sinking to his knees, red faced and panting. Gine’s hand slipped from Gohan’s hefty shaft, the thing flopping against his thigh, several smaller spurts splattering onto the floor. The children all sat, stunned into silence as they dripped with Gohan’s release. Pan, who had been sitting a bit too close in the front, looked like a glazed donut. “Oh, what the heck?!” She squealed, shaking her hands and head, her body covered in Gohan’s seed. Goku burst out laughing as he pointed. “Hahahaha! Wow, he really got you good, Pan!” The young Sayian laughed, rolling around and cackling. Everyone else in the room gave several nervous chuckles, all red faced, though Pan was flushed; She tried playing the whole thing off as being disgusted, masking her arousal by yelling at her prepubescent grandfather. “It’s not funny, Grandpa! You are so immature!” She snapped, clenching her fists and huffing while Gine laughed. “Calm yourself, Pan,” She said, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “But I’m covered in goop!” Pan complained, blushing, “Da-... Gohan spurted like a gallon of it!” “Closer to two, actually,” Gine replied, chuckling, “Which isn’t THAT much by Saiyan standards, Pan. Get used to it. Saiyan sex is messy.” “That… that was the first time… Anyone else has made me… spurt…” Gohan panted, slumping back on the ground, his cock continuing to pulse and dribble, “...And it HAD to be in front of everyone else…” “So, why do I wanna shoot all that white goo, Ms. Gine?” Goku asked, wide-eyed and curious, his penis dribbling a steady flow of clear fluid. The black-haired child’s monkey-tail swished from side to side as he leaned over and poked Gohan’s shaft. Gohan blushed and tried in vain to cover it. “Two reasons. First, it’s fun, which you already know, I’m sure,” Gine replied, “And second, when you all are a lot older and become fertile, you can make babies. That semen that’s coating you all will contain little cells called ‘sperm,’ which will unite with an ‘ovum’ or egg cell inside a girl… and that will grow into a new little boy or girl!” “Cooool!” Gotenks said, apparently unaware of that fact. “But that won’t happen until you’re in your late teens. Right now, you’re still kids; and Saiyan children are infertile. You can have sex, but you can’t have babies,” Gine explained, “Now… settle back. Pan, if you’ll come up, we’ll discuss the anatomy of girls…” ******* Roughly a half-hour later, Pan lay shivering and trembling in the aftermath of what had been a quite large orgasm in the wake of Gine poking and prodding at her vulva to illustrate her points. The other children had paid rapt attention to the whole thing, the boys stroking themselves to the sight, and Tekka, Kiclee, and Chi-Chi comparing it to their own anatomy with mirrors that Gine handed out. “And now at least you know the basics of sex,” Gine said, brushing a hand through her long, spiky black hair as she leaned back in her chair, “And now that you know this stuff, you can put it to practice.” “I didn’t know my thingie could do all that!” Goku said, grinning as he squeezed his penis in his hand. “Yeah, I mean, I knew you could… put it inside a girl, but I didn’t know about the… cli--... Uh… clitoris?” Gotenks agreed, “...Now I gotta make sure to pay attention to that when I play around with Tekka.” “...Yeah, you probably should,” Tekka grumbled sardonically, throwing the fused boy an annoyed glare. “Okay, kiddos, up and at ‘em. Line up. We’ve got one last thing to do before I let you go and have fun,” Gine chirped, clapping her hands. The seven kids scrambled to their feet, rushing to line up in front of the older woman. Tekka blushed as Gotenks slipped in place on one side of her, his two penises throbbing eagerly as he reached behind her to fondle the base of her tail. Kiclee slipped on the other side, looking up brightly as her cock dribbled a steady flow of pre onto the floor, a smile on her face. Goku held hands with Chi-Chi, giggling as she reached out to poke his cock curiously, and it twitched in response. Gohan and Pan looked equally uncomfortable as they took their place in line, trying not to show how embarrassed they felt. “Okay, kids, we have a special guest here for this lesson. I want you to greet her politely, because she has something very special to show you,” Gine said, glancing towards the door. The door slid open with a hiss, and a woman stepped through, her red high heels clicking loudly on the metal floor. She was taller than Gine by about six inches, and much more slender in build. She had pale blue skin, and flashing purple eyes. Long white hair draped down to her shoulders, with an even longer ivory forelock that fell down to her chest. She wore a golden hair accessory, shaped like an infinity symbol. Her clothes were skin-tight and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bodysuit was red with black decorative stripes, and a V-shaped opening on the midriff that exposed the underside of her breasts. A white leg-cape dangled from her waist, the scalloped fringe dangling inches from the floor. In her delicate hands, she held a brown staff, each end tipped with a golden spike. “TOWA?!” shouted Tekka in surprise and outrage. The other children reacted with similar hostility, recoiling and tensing. They slipped into fighting stances on instinct, raising fists and clenching teeth. Tekka, Gotenks, and Gohan transformed into Super Saiyans, sending a blazing wind rushing around the room as electricity crackled. Towa was one of the Demons of Otherworld, the counterparts to the Kais. Like all races, there were good ones and bad ones, but Towa was one of the nastiest there was. She travelled through time and space, wreaking havoc and threatening all of reality. Tekka knew that an entire organization of Time Patrollers had been formed to go out and repair the damage caused by Towa and her minions, the Time Breakers. They were the number one threat to all of reality, even beyond anything Goku and his friends had ever faced during their lives. The Time-Space Tournament was no exception to Towa’s malevolent plans. Tekka and her friends already had several run-ins with the evil Demoness, as she tried to take advantage of having all of the most powerful warriors of multiple timelines and realities all in one place. As such, her presence on their home base was a decidedly unwelcome one. “Who let you in here?!” Pan demanded, already charging a Kamehameha between her hands, glaring up at the woman, all embarrassment about her nudity forgotten. “Gine did, darling. She has been so helpful to me these last couple of weeks in preparing you all for this,” Towa replied, her voice low and haughty. “What?!” Tekka shouted in outrage, her hands drawing back for an attack of her own. “Now, now. Let’s all calm down… TIME FREEZE,” Towa purred, tapping the golden tip of her staff on the floor. As it touched, energy radiated outward from her in a wave, instantly enveloping the entire ship and the surrounding space. Tekka and the others were as still as statues, not even breathing. The chronometers froze in place, unable to tick to the next second. The world went as unmoving as a painting. Towa smiled. Normally, she could only freeze a limited radius in time for a brief moment in her perspective; just long enough to move out of the way of an attack or unleash one of her own. But since Shenron had compressed both time and space to create the Time-Space Tournament, her temporal manipulation powers had become far more effective. Now she could freeze an entire pocket of time for upward of a minute in her perspective. Between the ticks of the petrified clock, there was little she could not accomplish. That said, she did not have forever. She could already feel the strain of time threatening to reassert its omnipotent hold upon her and the world. She stepped forward to the line of children, smirking as she leaned down to gaze into Goku’s unseeing eyes as his own Kamehameha glittered between his hands. She lifted her staff and pressed the tip of the golden spike to Goku’s forehead. With quick, efficient movements, she scribbled a symbol inscribed in malefic purple light onto him: something resembling a sideways double helix, or more specifically, a broken infinity symbol. Her own personal sigil: the symbol of the Time Breakers. She stepped to the right and repeated the process on Chi-Chi’s forehead, then Kiclee, and Tekka. She moved down the line one by one, inscribing the glyph upon each child’s brow in turn. When she had finished with Gotenks (inscribing it twice, just to be sure to affect both Goten and Trunks), she double checked her work briefly. Nodding in satisfaction, she lifted a slender hand and snapped her fingers. The world regained life and movement as time resumed. In near unison, the children dropped their attacks; the various energy spheres and light shows that they were charging faded away to nothing. Their hands dropped limp to their sides. The three Super Saiyans returned to normal, the lightning and power infusing their forms dissipating as their hair and eyes returned to their original shades. For Tekka, it was as if she were angry and focused one moment, and the next, there was simply a cessation of all thought and emotion. She could feel a strange energy surge through her body and mind, a dark power that crackled with purple sparks. Her eyes glowed purple; not their normal bright, vibrant violet, but a darker, more deadly shade. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Kiclee’s and Gotenks’ eyes shimmering a similar hue. Her mind was engulfed in a deep fog, through which no thought could penetrate, no emotion could form. Her expression went from rage to what could only be described as dull vacancy as she stared into space. A feeling like the surging pins and needles of lightning and the freezing ache of ice ran up and down her spine. Her penis surged to an aching stiffness, precum fonting from her tip to the floor in wet, syrupy splatters. The other children were in a similar state, their eyes glowing, symbols shimmering on their foreheads. They stood at attention, staring out into space as their arousal raged. Precum oozed from the tips of rock-hard erections, throbbing with incredible arousal. Nectar flooded down the creamy skin of inner thighs, dribbling to the floor in wet rivulets. “Is it done, Mistress?” Gine asked, stepping forward and bowing her head in subservience. A similar broken infinity symbol now shone upon her own brow, her eyes glowing with purple energy. “It’s a start. But now I need to see if my proof of concept will work. I am a scientist, and I make no assumptions until my hypothesis is tested,” Towa said haughtily, stepping back to lean against the wall lazily. “What hypothesis?” Gine asked, glancing up at Towa. “That I can gather Ki energy and life force through another method than stealing it from combatants.” “Oh, and that is why you have mind controlled the children, Mistress?” Gine asked, bowing her head. Towa walked forward, leaning down to look into Goku’s eyes as they glowed violet. The boy did not seem to see her, staring past her vacantly as his long, thick cock dripped onto the floor. “This isn’t merely mind control; it’s a curse,” Towa explained, glancing over her shoulder at Gine, “...During my previous plots, I enhanced the power of history’s greatest villains in exchange for absorbing large portions of their power. Every fight between the Dragon Warriors and their foes gave me more energy to use for my purposes.” “....But in retrospect, it was far too obvious. And while the Time Patrol is busy running around, distracted by the chaos of the Time-Space Tournament, I think they would take notice if I were to begin empowering villains again.” Towa smirked and slid her slender fingers up Gotenks’ upper penis. The boy was so deeply entranced that he took no notice of her touch, his body giving the tiniest of shudders. “I decided that I will be a little more… subtle… this time,” Towa continued, “After all, the best slaves are the ones who don’t even know they’re slaves.” “It turns out that combat energy is not the only potent power that mortals can generate. Lust energy is exceedingly powerful as well, and generated in large amounts during orgasm,” Towa explained, “My curse will inflame their sex drives fivefold, and allow me to siphon off their excess energy from both sex and combat.” “And as proof of concept,” Towa continued, grinning and looking around at the children in the room, each one starring slack jawed and glassy eyed past her at the wall, “Let’s have our new test subjects put on a little show.” Towa snapped her fingers, the children moving to attention. “Pair up! You two,” She said, pointing at Gotenks and Pan,” Over there. Goku… why don’t you and young Gohan there show Chi-chi a good time?” She asked, smirking a bit, before moving on the the last two. “And yes, the other two ladies...” Towa said, licking her lips. “You two are going to be the stars of this little demonstration. On your back,” She said, looking at Kiclee pointedly,”And spread your legs. Your friend here is going to show you the best time ever,” Towa laughed, tapping her staff on the ground and stepping back as the children snapped into motion, each one moving to a different spot and fondling one another. The children moved with a slow, awkwardness, as if half asleep. They did not talk as they moved around as instructed. Their expressions were odd; slack and vacant, and they stared past without actually seeing each other. The broken infinity symbols glowed on their brows with cyan energy, their eyes glowing a dull violet. Gotenks stood, his eyes gazing out into the distance, his arms limp at his sides. His twin penises were rock hard and pulsing, a steady dribble of clear fluid oozing from both tips. Pan stepped out of the line to come and kneel in front of him, her bare knees on the steel floor. With no preamble, or even a change in expression, she reached up and delicately wrapped her hands around each of his penises. She could not close her fingers properly around the mammoth shafts. She slowly began to slide her fingers up and down, peeling his thick foreskins back and smearing his pre over his flesh. Gotenks gave a soft grunt, but otherwise barely seemed to even notice her touch. Chi-Chi’s black hair cascaded down her back as she got down on all fours, raising her rear up into the air. The little girl’s expression was sleepy and vacant, an utter lack of any sign of independent thought. Goku and Gohan, as one, moved towards Chichi, Goku settling in front of the girl, his uncut thick shaft throbbing at her mouth and dribbling a bit of precum from the tip, while her future son moved behind her, his own cock, almost the equal to that of his child-like fathers’, nudging at her hairless little quim. Towa grinned, a silent nod giving the two Sayian males a command to proceed. Goku’s cock moved forward, parting Chi-chi’s soft lips, the girl’s eyes half open and vacant as inch after inch of Goku’s shaft vanished into her mouth. Behind her, Gohan moved in time to Goku’s movements, sinking his own penis into the girl’s vagina, parting the chubby, prepubescent lips around his thick member, stretching them apart. Chichi moaned around Goku as she felt the penetration, the only real response to being split open by her son’s cock, before the moan was replaced by thick, wet gulping as Goku’s shaft filled her throat. Towa smirked, turning to look at Gotenks and Pan, the girl busy sucking at the lower of his dual penises, while a soft hand stroked the top one, a free hand reaching down to stroke herself, while Gotenks merely stood in place, trembling, and panting, but otherwise making no sounds as he stood off into space, his expression blank while the half Sayian girl continued her attentions. Finally, the evil sorceress turned her attentions to the last of the group. Tekka and Kiclee were still there, Kiclee on her back and legs spread, the child’s hefty log held against her belly and chest like a rather perverted teddy bear, while Tekka knelt between the much smaller Sayian girls legs, her own throbbing shaft aimed at the girls tiny pussy, exposed and glistening with arousal. Towa hmped, tapping her foot. “I’m waiting,” She said, raising an eyebrow as the two simply held there a moment longer, as if waiting for attention. With Towa’s gaze on them, the two began moving, Tekka pushing her cock forward. Kiclee gave a little mewl of distress, her eyes wide and unseeing as she stared up at the ceiling, the sensation of Tekka’s cock spreading her apart a bit painful, but detached in an odd sort of way. Towa frowned. “No, that won’t do. Take that,” She said, pointing at Kiclee’s throbbing cock, which was now bumping against the underside of her own chin,”And put it in your mouth. I can’t harvest energy from you lot if you’re not enjoying it after all,” She said, as Kiclee took her cock and sucked the thick head into her mouth, nursing like a toddler at a bottle, while Tekka continued pushing in and out, the smaller Sayian’s belly bulging a bit more each time Tekka moved. The room was in full swing, the entire group of children each going at one another with intensity. Despite the shallow, blank stares each one had, there was a sense of concentration to them, sweat glistening from their naked forms as each one sucked, stroked and fucked their partners, while Towa smiled deviously, absorbing the energy from the room. “Excellent, excellent! You children are a veritable gold mine of energy!” She said, the end of her staff glowing brighter as the energy output increased. “At this rate, I’ll have more than enough power for my experiments!” Gotenks groaned, his hips pumping back and forth as one shaft pulsed in Pan’s mouth, the other throbbing in her hands. A mixture of precum and saliva ran down her chin, but she continued to work, using her new knowledge of sex to pleasure Gotenks. The fused boy’s quadrupled testicles churned, tightening against the base of his lower penis. Pan’s fingers rubbed at the little nub of her clitoris deftly, occasionally sipping within her petals to pump. She painted through her nose softly, her mind completely and totally blank. Gohan gazed somewhere to the slight left over Goku’s shoulder as he drove into his young mother’s depths. He took long, slow strokes to drive his entire penis’s length within her. He pulled back just until he almost slipped free, then shoved forward with as much force as he could without hurting her. His hands rested on her little hips, feeling the strong muscles tense. Her inner muscles rippled along Gohan’s cock, practically pulling him in every time he tried to pull out. He groaned and threw his head back as his cock surged and a rushing sensation travelled up his length; a spray of precum flooding her young womb. Chi-Chi basked in ecstasy, feeling Gohan’s length grinding incessantly at her little clitoris. Even despite his mindless state, he had clearly paid close attention to Gine’s lesson about female anatomy, for he made every effort to please her and pay attention to her most sensitive points. Meanwhile, she did the same for Goku. Despite only having seen a male (or female penis for that matter) for the first time around an hour before, and only having touched one for the first time five minutes ago, Chi-Chi turned out to be a natural. The first seven inches of his cock were buried down her throat, her tongue sliding and undulating against the underside of the mammoth length. One hand was pumping the other seven with a firm and steady grip. The other was fondling Goku’s enormous testicles, squeezing the small coconut-sized orbs. For his part, Goku stared off into space, bucking his hips back and forth gently, his hands resting on the back of Chi-Chi’s head, in a sort of absent, petting manner. His tail swished back and forth rapidly, like a wagging puppy, over his bare rear as he humped forward. A line of drool ran out of the corner of his mouth as he grunted softly, shuddering from head to toe. He moaned and arched his back suddenly, and Chi-Chi gagged as she was caught off-guard by the two extra inches suddenly down her throat. He tensed from head to toe as pre boiled up his shaft and straight down her throat, then relaxed and returned to his previous idle state. Chi-Chi made a few strangled coughing noises through her full mouth, but then relaxed as if the incident had never happened. Meanwhile, Tekka was driving down into Kiclee’s small muff, panting as she had to put actual effort into pushing inside the tiny child. Her violet eyes glowed as she held Kiclee’s hips in place, forcing herself forward into them. A steady trickle of her female juices ran down Tekka’s inner thighs, making them glisten. She shuddered, her cock pumping a steady flow of pre into Kiclee, pulsating repeatedly. Kiclee bucked back against Tekka as best she could from her awkward, curled position, which is to say, not very well. The younger Saiyan made muffled yelps of pleasure around her own penis. The discomfort had long since faded, and only the purest pleasure of a rock hard shaft sliding in and out of her most sensitive place remained. Kiclee squeezed around Tekka even as she gulped down mouthfuls of her own sweet, syrupy precum. Her cock unleashed potent mouthfuls of fluid, which she gulped down, sliding her tongue inside her own foreskin. The head of her shaft bounced off her tastebuds repeatedly, and she nursed on it, moaning happily. Pan began to clumsily attempt to deep-throat Gotenks’ lower shaft, even as his upper cock drooled into her hair. Goku pulled out of Chi-Chi’s mouth, almost in perfect unison with his future son, both grunting animalistically as their penises jerked hard, splashing her face and rear end with clear fluid. They both pushed back in, shuddering in delight. Tekka was panting more heavily, every thrust taking more effort as it got harder to push in or pull out of Kiclee. The small black-haired Saiyan’s tunnel was tightening and tightening around her. Towa crossed her arms over her chest, smirking as she glanced at Gine. The Saiyan was on her knees, one hand cupping one of her modest breasts and pinching her nipple, the other rapidly fingering her cleft. Gine panted and groaned deep in her throat, shivering as she watched the child orgy in front of her. “I believe that’s plenty, thank you,” Towa said politely, “You may orgasm now.” It was Gohan who first buried himself to the hilt inside Chi-Chi, obeying Towa’s polite command. With an incoherent groan, he threw his head back. His heavy balls tightened up to his shaft, and in the next moment, his cock gave an enormous lurch. He fired into Chi-Chi in a burst of enormous pleasure, every mighty muscle in his young body straining. Cum fired in and almost immediately poured right back out of Chi-Chi’s little muff, overflowed near instantly. The white fluid ran down Chi-Chi’s inner thighs in thick rivers. Goku meanwhile had pushed himself to the hilt, his cock practically exploding almost directly into Chichi’s belly, her belly swelling a bit from the load as Goku, in his hypnotized state, allowed none of it to escape; Chichi’s eyes were wide and rolled back, her throat swollen with the young Sayian’s shaft buried down her gullet. Gotenks gave a strangled yelp, his strange dual voice echoing off the bulkheads. Pan’s eyes went wide as both of his penises jerked violently in her hand and in her mouth. In perfect unison, both shafts fired off, giving the dazed girl more than she bargained for! With a sudden pull back, Gotenks’ cock pulled from pan’s throat, splattering her with thick, white semen as she fell back, sprawled on the floor in shock while the fused Sayian boy continued to spurt, seemingly without end! Kiclee and Tekka went next, as both girls seemed to be powering up even as they continued to move. Tekka’s hips rammed forward in a flurry, visibly bulging the younger Sayian futa’s belly beneath her, while Kiclee nursed at her own cock with a passion, sucking and swirling her tongue over the tip, before both seemed to reach a breaking point, crying out in unison! Thick gushes of cream spurted deep into Kiclee’s young womb, filling and overfilling the younger girl’s sex, the resulting mess practically squirting out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina, while Tekka’s thick, fat shaft throbbed and pulsed, dumping shot after shot inside! Kiclee in turn did the same, her cock flaring and suddenly gushing, blasting not only herself in the face, but all around! The thing gushed like some lewd firehose, splashing herself, Tekka and the others nearby as it wobbled about, erupting over and over again, seemingly without end. Even Towa seemed surprised at the reaction as she watched, her eyebrows lifting in shock at the violent orgasm. “Goodness. You Sayians really are incredibly productive. And… what’s this?” She asked, checking her staff in shock. “I-incredible! Triple the amount of energy I was expecting! I’d better cut off absorbing anymore or it might overload,” She said, waving the staff to cut the connection. All around her, the aftermath of the orgy continued, even with the children climaxing, they still pressed on, seemingly boundless in energy. Towa glanced down as Gine whimpered, her fingers delving between her inner thighs desperately. She tapped one of the bronze tips of her staff on the floor, sending a flicker of power out. The broken infinity glyphs upon the childrens’ brows glowed brighter. Without a word or even a change of expression, the children parted from one another; shafts being withdrawn from semen-filled holes with a loud, wet slurp. Still in mid-orgasm, the children except Chi-Chi and Pan turned and shuffled into position around Gine, their arms lifting like sleepwalkers. They stood around the older Saiyan woman at attention, staring into space. Lances of hot, thick spunk blasted from their shafts, splattering against her body from all sides. Gotenks’ twin penises lurched up and down as his four hairless balls pumped his load out in mighty blasts. Goku’s cock visibly rippled, Towa able to watch as the cum rushed up his shaft and blasted from his fat tip. Gohan’s member throbbed and pulsed angrily, bouncing around unrestrained with each gush as he held his arms straight out, wrists limp, head drooping forward slightly. Tekka grunted, her hips pumping forward in time with her spurts, her own prodigious length pulsing hard. Kiclee’s smaller shaft was jumping up and down, each ejaculation sending shivers down the tiny child’s spine. Gine gasped and spluttered as six shots of cum hit her at a time, splattering her skin with milky white. A glaze of semen drenched her, running down her modest cleavage, spilling down her stomach and over her vulva. She howled as she came involuntarily, bucking her hips upward as her tail went straight out and stiff from her rear, the fur standing on end. Her toes curled, every part of her body tingling with the ultimate pleasure. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she fell back, letting the kids fire shot after shot against her, a pool of cum growing on her stomach and spilling down her sides. “Mmm… Not bad. At this rate, it won’t take me long at all to get enough energy to achieve my goal,” Towa purred, smirking as she stepped back lightly to avoid the growing puddle of semen on the ground. “For now, Gine, you may serve me by continuing to educate these children. And you children can serve me by fighting and having pleasure. All will serve to aid me in my goals…” Towa said, smirking. She lightly tapped her staff upon the floor once more. A wave of purple light erupted upward, turning her to a curvy silhouette… and then she vanished without a trace. The glowing symbols upon the children’s foreheads faded away, as did the baleful violet glow in their eyes. Blinking sleepily, they looked around in mild disorientation, the fog over their thoughts rolling back, with no memory of what occured. Gine swayed on her feet for a moment, as her mind awakened from her trance. “Whoa… That was… awesome!” Gotenks sighed, gripping both of his shafts to milk the last spurts onto Gine’s breasts, “I think I came so hard I… kinda blacked out for a moment there.” “Nnng… Me too,” Tekka grunted, humping her hips forward as she shuddered and fired several more gushes, splashing across the small of Gine’s back, coating it in a messy glaze, “I didn’t know sex could be like that. Thanks for teaching me, Ms. Gine!” “Woweezowee… Ms. Gine, you know all the coolest things,” Goku groaned, gasping in delight as Gine grasped his length, and gently milked his foreskin, letting his cum cover her hands. “You thought I was done teaching you?” Gine asked, smiling at the boy, “Oh, no, we’ve only just begun. So, now that you know the basics… Let’s begin discussing techniques…” TO BE CONTINUED...