Chapter 7: Satan’s Karma

After Majin Buu’s defeat, there was much rejoicing. Earth had been brought back from oblivion, Vegeta had not only brought back all those killed but even adjusted the wish to make sure that only good people were brought back, and even the good half of Buu was back. Life was back to normal.

Except for Gohan. Being the Great Saiyaman hadn’t made his other responsibilities go away. Killing Cell would only make them worse. It was only a few days after the Buu thread was averted that he was walking in the hallways while late for class again, Videl by chance happened to stop him. Again.

“Oh hey Videl! What’s going on?” He swallowed a lump in this throat. “You’ve let the whole Great Saiyaman thing go, right?”

“Hey Gohan. How about you come to my place to celebrate?”

It wasn’t an answer to his question. “What?”

“Come on over to my place to celebrate. My dad is having a big party to celebrate winning that fight against Buu and I’ve already told him you’re invited. You can bring along whoever you want.”

“That’s not a threat or anything, is it?”

Her face was unchanged, but he saw the smallest glimmer of feral intelligence in her eyes. Sparring with monsters since he was a child, getting vaporized and coming back from the dead. Still wasn’t enough to not make him fear this woman. “Don’t be silly. I also want to help you out with school.”

“Really?”

She didn’t answer that question. “Well I’ll see you there!”

Then she was gone. Gohan blinked. “What did I just get myself into?” After school, Gohan needed help on making sense of it. He went to Bulma’s house and explained the situation.

Bulma arched an eyebrow. “That’s it? The way you came here looking all worried, I thought it was going to be something way worse. Don’t worry Gohan, we’ll come along as backup. All the better to make you look so much sophisticated for your first date. This girl must be something, huh?”

“Bulma, it’s not like that! She’s just a partner.”

“Wow, for being so different from your father, you really are his son.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Besides, Trunks could use the company,” she said, ignoring his protests.

“And you say this man is the world champion?” said Vegeta. He smiled. “Good. It has been too long since I’ve had a worthy opponent! I will challenge him and...”

“Vegeta, you know it’s just Mr. Satan, right?” said Bulma.

“Yes, a fool and an earthling. He will be made to know who the true champion is. It would be a dishonorable match for us to fight toe to toe. So I will defeat him in another way. He shall be made to know the power of my royal Saiyan cooking!”

“Just a stepping stone to greatness, huh?”

“Indeed! Only the world champion is worthy of such a thing. And then he will bow before me and know that Prince Vegeta is the greatest Saiyan of all! It will not be long before all the world hails me. I will regain my prestige, one way or another!”

“Maybe I should do a taste test,” Bulma said.

Vegeta instantly dropped his tough guy act. “Uh no, you definitely shouldn’t do that.”

She wrinkled her brow at him. “Yeah, why’s that?”

“Well ... because it’s a surprise! My personal gift for the world champion!”

“Well I think Krillin and 18 should come along too. We all need to celebrate our victory!”

“Why not bring along Tien and Piccolo too...” Gohan said dryly, already annoyed at seeing his old friends come along to see him get played by this girl.

“Sure, why not? Maybe I’ll even let Yamcha tag along.”

“Bring along Kakarot too!” said Vegeta. “I cannot defeat him in a battle of fists, but his cooking will prove to be nothing compared to mine.”

“Then Chi-Chi should come along too. I’ll have my hands full making sure my husband behaves. I know she has him on a short leash.”

Vegeta didn’t pay any attention to that. “And the world champion will soon learn the name of Satan is nothing compared to the power of the Saiyans.”

“Good thing Kami’s not around to hear that,” said Bulma.

“What?” said Trunks.

“I’ll explain to you when you’re older. And I know I’ll regret this, but Roshi can come too.”

“Oh boy,” said Gohan.

The Z fighters were instructed to bring some food along. Most of them arrived there by car, but Yamcha took a blinged out red ride to get there. But everyone was a bit confused on why the Old Kai was tagging along with Roshi, the two geezers were both giggling to themselves. People couldn’t focus on it for too long, not when Vegeta started laughing. Everyone else’s dishes either looked mundane or unremarkable. Especially Piccolo, who actually brought dead slugs. Not fried, not cooked, just dead slugs. Namekians didn’t even eat food, so clearly he was just whiffing it.

“Pathetic,” Vegeta said. “Your cooking is nothing compared to my royal cuisine.” He looked at Goku. “And soon Kakarot, it is in the kitchen we shall have our long awaited rematch!”

“What?” said Goku, confused out of his mind.

Everyone there forgot about Vegeta’s usual boasting when the door opened up. It was Videl. Normally this kind of entourage would have spooked out the average earthling. A bald guy with three eyes, a green man, a midget, two pretty robots with creepy eyes and two monkeys with crazy hair to boot. The two old perverts that had tagged along were the most normal people there. But living with her dad and recently his new pet Buu, this was nothing new to her. The only person she wanted to see was Gohan.

Especially since she had dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a long red dress that covered up her whole body, from her ankles to her wrists, but the fabric itself was transparent and clung tightly to her nubile form. Her eyes were done in dark eyeshadow and her lips were colored in a faint red. The only thing that kept the people there from seeing her tits and puss was the little red top she was wearing underneath and the bikini bottom she had on downstairs.

“Hot diggity damn...” muttered Master Roshi.

“You got that right,” whispered the Old Kai. “I’m glad I took up your offer to come along, old timer!”

“This is the most scared I’ve ever been in my entire life,” said Yamcha, all his bravado in coming in the best ride imaginable gone up in flames.

“Deep breaths, Yamcha,” Puar said. “Deep breaths.”

“Is Gohan here?” Videl said, cutting through the chatter.

He bashfully stepped forth. If there was any doubt why she invited him here, it became clear to him now. But he regretted not dressing for the part. When Bulma told Chi-Chi about their invitation, she had ordered Gohan to wear a tuxedo. Just like when she gave him a suit to wear to Namek.

Except this thing was real tight. He had squared off against bad dudes since he was a boy, and he still found it hard to breathe wearing his current duds. It was lucky that he wasn’t shambling with every step he took.

It also made something else more apparent. Namely the shape of his penis in his pants. That’s how tight the thing was. And looking at Videl in that getup, his organ only got bigger.

She smiled, looking at the impression of his wang. “Well I’ll be seeing you all later.” She winked right at Gohan before she turned around to go right back inside. Gohan’s eyes widened when he saw through the sheer red fabric of the dress that the little bottom that Videl was wearing was a thong, and her ass was spilling right out of it. Every step she took, her ass jiggled along with the fabric of the dress, he felt like he was at a strip club.

Old Kai and Roshi’s jaws were hanging wide open watching it. The other Z Fighters could only watch too, while the three ladies were silently fuming at how much hot she was. It took Vegeta to snap them all out of it. “Come, let us go! The world champion will soon know what the prince is cooking!” He gave another one of his trademark laughs.

They stepped inside to find Mr. Satan and his lovely daughter already waiting for them. He was dressed in a suit and tie, quite unusual for him, and everyone there knew it was a front, from his big fro to what kind of person he really was. But looking at his guests, his goofy grin lit up his face.

He put his hands on his hips and said, “Welcome everyone! The world champion Mr. Satan welcomes you!”

“You call yourself the world champion, but you will be dethroned of your title once you taste of my royal cooking!” said Vegeta.

“Oooh, are those slugs?” he said, going on over to Piccolo, totally ignoring the prince. “How fancy and exotic!”

“Well I don’t know what you earthlings like and...”

He was barely able to get that out, the world champion clearly showed his tastes in food. “This guy should be more popular!” said Mr. Satan. “Anyone who would try and take this guy’s place is a total poser.”

Vegeta fell to his knees in despair. “They’re not even cooked slugs! And to be called a poser...”

“If this was a story, you should be the main character’s rival!” Then he went on over to Yamcha. “But I really like what this guy made. You should be the main character!”

“The shame I feel is over nine thousand!”

“Food, food!” said Buu, popping out to greet everyone. “Buu likes food! Especially that!” he said, running on over to Vegeta.

“And only that pink candyman likes my royal Saiyan cuisine...”

“Oh it’s alright big guy, lighten up,” said Bulma, coming on over to pat him on the shoulder. “Come on, help me get everything set up,” she said, going on over to the table with her food.

“Okay honey.”

The rest of the Z Fighters had to stifle in their laughter, hearing Vegeta talk like that. Yamcha only shuddered. Seeing a beauty like Videl had awakened so much trauma, and now the idea of Bulma talking to him like that scared him stiff.

“Hey Gohan, I wanted to talk to you about that little thing, remember?” said Videl. At that point, Yamcha fainted on the spot.

She smiled and batted her eyes at Gohan. In that instant his stiff penis was almost bulging against the tightness of his pants. If it weren’t for everyone being distracted by Vegeta and Mr. Satan, they would have seen his boner locked against his thigh.

She turned around and walked up the stairs to her room. Vegeta was crying now and Buu and Mr. Satan were laughing, and everyone else was having a good time, and he still couldn’t look away from that ass. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he walked on up to follow her.

“Hey young fella,” said Old Kai, edging on over to him. “If you don’t take up that girl’s invitation, I’m going to pay her a visit myself! Boy howdy!”

“I don’t think she’s even eighteen yet you guys,” said Krillin, hearing the two old pervs checking her out.

“Like that’s ever stopped me,” said Roshi. “Anyone who saw a girl like that would be all over her!” Both geezers were giggling to themselves like two old hens.

“You guys should watch it. She could probably kick both your asses.”

“Best way to go,” said Roshi.

“And I’m already dead!” said Old Kai.

“Don’t mind him, he’s married to that robot girl.”

“You mean the blonde? That lucky bastard.”

“Yeah but she could kick his ass, and her brother could do it double.”

“He’s so whipped!”

“Yeah he is!”

Krillin shook his head. Meanwhile Goku was having himself a good time. “Wow, I wonder why Gohan and that Videl girl have to talk about that’s so important,” said Goku. “When there’s so much food here!”

Buu looked up, his face covered with Vegeta’s food and a big smile on his face. “Gohan’s gonna be eating a special kind of treat!” he said almost like he was telling a secret. Then he fell over, giggling uncontrollably.

“Oh man, I love treats!” said Goku, who was really into Yamcha’s food.

“Me too!” said Mr. Satan. “This guy’s got good taste for treats,” he said, nudging Goku. They were both laughing together like good buddies.

“Treats, you say,” said Vegeta. “My royal recipe, the last holdover of my dynasty, is so much more than a mere treat! This lower class idiot and this fool who is afraid of women holds the attention of the world champion more than me, a Saiyan prince. I have never suffered such humiliation before!”

“The pink airheaded candy man is smarter than you two,” said Bulma, still in disbelief.

“Well I just hope they keep it down,” said Chi-Chi. “It wouldn’t be very appropriate.”

“Come on Goten, you gotta dig in!” said Goku, still totally oblivious as to what was going on.

Gohan to his credit did not refuse that invitation and was following her right up. Just like Videl wanted. She had seen his boner throbbing in his pants, felt his gaze on her ass. She was gonna have so much fun with him. As soon as she went into her room, she looked back and beckoned him forth with a finger.

He was more than happy to comply. He was walking at her with so much focus that even with how much his dick was being suffocated, it was practically pointing right at her. As soon as he was close enough, she slammed the door shut loud enough that everyone else downstairs heard. But with Vegeta still bawling like a baby, they were more than happy to just start eating.

In the privacy of their room, Videl pounced on him. She grabbed the python bulging in his pants and rubbed it hard with her palm. Gohan grunted from it, he grabbed at the stupid tuxedo his mother made him wear, fumbled with the buttons, all the while Videl continued messing him up.

Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her by her shoulders, he spun her around and started dry humping that ass of hers hard. After she was tempting him with her donk all that time, it felt so good and he grunted really hard. Videl was all too happy to play along, moving herself right back on him.

As they were going at it, the hem of her dress moved up and she was twerking her bare ass on his crotch, and looked back at him while biting her lip in a lewd smile, tempting him. Gohan gasped at feeling it and made to get his tuxedo off again. The pressure from her touches got to be too much and he abandoned all restraint, ripping his shirt off like an ape, ripped off the jacket too.

Videl was stunned. Not just by this display of power but also by the sight of his muscular torso being exposed to her. Her father’s status as world champion was totally false, but he was competent enough of a martial artist that she knew he was strong. He would frequently primp shirtless in front of the mirror most mornings and talk to himself in a cutesy tone of voice, calling himself one sexy badass and stuff like that, even when he had an important meeting coming up, and she would have to tell him to hurry up. That wouldn’t snap him out of his trance, but Buu popping up to tell him to knock it off did the trick. But she was all too entranced by Gohan’s bare physique, she wasn’t going to tell him to knock it off anytime soon. His abs were perfect and his pecs were practically bulging.

Not as bulging as something else. She wasn’t jerking him anymore but he was still hard in his pants. Craving so much more as befitted his Saiyan blood, he tore his pants off all the same, his big dick springing right out so fast and landed right on her bare ass.