With Armand dismissing his guards and being marginally more open to discussion after Vahn's display of might, Amalia, with corroboration from Eva, spiritedly apprised him of everything that had happened during their journey—starting with the vision she had received from their God, Sadida, and ending with her aspirations of making the Sadida Kingdom the most powerful and influential in the world.
"Oh, Amalia...what in Sadida's name have you gotten our people involved with...?" questioned Armand, closing his eyes, massaging his forehead, and exhaling in profound exasperation from his position across from Vahn, Amalia, and Eva at a rectangular wooden table.
"What do you mean...?" asked Amalia, frowning deeply as she questioned, "Aren't you tired of our people being treated as a resource by every other nation? Our forests are the lungs of the world, and our produce tops every table from here to even the most remote islands. Our people shouldn't be living like paupers and laborers while the rulers of nations like Bonta grow fat off our labor."
As he had never heard Amalia speak so fervently about the plight of their people, Armand found himself at a momentary loss for words. The Amalia he knew was a selfish, temperamental spendthrift who did as she pleased since she knew it was only a matter of time before she was forced to wed for their kingdom's benefit. He was the one to persuade their father to let her run away, hoping it would both mature her and allow her to spread her wings a bit before they were inevitably clipped. Now, hearing so speak so passionately...he couldn't help thinking of their deceased mother...
Lowering his hand and staring at Vahn, Armand, sporting a steely glower, questioned, "Dragon God...Vahn...tell me, are my sister's words reflective of your intentions? And if they are, what do you stand to gain by providing our people your support?"
"Well, to start, he gets me and Eva~" hummed Amalia, grasping Vahn's left arm and adopting a toothy, self-confident smile as she unabashedly clung to him.
Though his left eye twitched at the mention of Eva, Armand kept his gaze fixed on Vahn as the latter smiled and calmly affirmed, "You're wise to be suspicious, but my arrival in this world was pure happenstance. I have no desire to rule, and though I might intervene when required or requested, I view myself as an outside observer to this world."
"Then, if the lives or livelihoods of the Sadida peoples were threatened, would you aid us? Or would you merely observe from afar, untouched by our plight...?" questioned Armand, his frown deepening.
"If it came to that, I imagine that your sister or Eva here would request my help, compelling me to act," stated Vahn, maintaining his composure as he appended, "But I would prefer that you and your people were able to fend for themselves. To that end, I would provide you with the opportunity and means to develop in the direction of your choosing. Whether that leads to the prosperity or ruin of the Sadida people depends on the choices of the person in charge. Just know that I do not endorse tyrants."
"And what, exactly, are these means you're referring to...?" asked Armand, causing Amalia and Eva to frown with his accusatory tone.
"Well, to start, there are things like this..." answered Vahn, sweeping his right hand over the table, topping it with an assortment of crops infused with the energy of the Blue Moon. From there, he casually explained how the crops could influence a person's growth and drastically increase their base capabilities before capping things off by showing Armand the inside of a Training Room. Even that wasn't enough to entirely convince the man that he had the Sadida peoples' best interests in mind, but Amalia and Eva made sure to thoroughly compensate him for his efforts later that evening and throughout the night...
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[August 18th DxD/April 11th DBT]
Though it wasn't her birthday for another four months back in her world, Bulma all but forced Vahn to spend the day with her, reasoning that, as a vital resident of both Termina and her world, she should get to celebrate every August 18th. As such, Vahn invariably found himself railing both her and Chi Chi from behind on a balcony overlooking the beachside resort he had previously gifted the latter.
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"Oh, Vahn...your godly cock...it's so good...fuck me even harder~" Chi Chi pealed as a sensual moan, having developed a curious penchant for dirty talk ever since she became a half-Saiyan. She would also bite and claw at him if he weren't careful, but Vahn didn't particularly mind. Rather, he liked it when women were honest with their desires...
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"How's this...?" asked Vahn, establishing a rhythm where he thrust forward and impacted Chi Chi's voluminous, well-trained ass with such momentum that he produced afterimages that thrust his hips forward and pulled back simultaneously. He even started producing shockwaves, but thanks to his Domain shielding them, his other self and Bulma were unaffected. Chi Chi, on the other hand, took hypersonic impact like a champ, her monkey-like tail wrapping around his waist as she dutifully arched her back and let her voice echo without inhibition.
With a degree of force that would have blown off the top of a mountain, Vahn ended his thunderous thrusts by discharging his semen directly into Chi Chi's awaiting womb. The sudden influx of energy caused her usually raven-black hair to pulse gold and a pale, golden, flame-like aura to burst from her body, but only for a moment as she hurriedly got it under control and tensed her insides tight enough to crush diamonds.
'I almost feel bad for Raditz, Vegeta, and Nappa...' mused Vahn, a faint, smoldering grin adorning his face as he continued sliding his cock in and out of Chi Chi's pussy despite how firmly she was clamping down on him. At the same time, his counterpart finished inside of Bulma, causing both women to shudder and pant huskily as he held their respective waists and kept alternatingly smacking his hips against their asses.
"Ugh...how does this feel better each time we do it?" questioned Bulma, biting her bottom lip with closed eyes and reciprocally smacking her ass against Vahn. In response, Vahn turned her sideways and raised her left leg to his shoulder, meeting her gaze and steadily increasing his pace as he hummed, "Because my gratitude and desire for you increase each time we do it..."
With her Vahn positioning her to be Bulma's mirror image, Chi Chi briefly met the turquoise-haired woman's gaze before they linked fingers, drew closer to one another, and began making out with their breasts squished between them. The two Vahns, anticipating this, purposely became out of phase with one another, allowing them to occupy the same space without impeding each other's movements.
'I wonder how fans of Dragon Ball would react seeing this scene...?' Vahn mused, channeling the energy of his Stalwart Adonis to make things even more pleasurable for the two women. It was a shame that Bulma was still on the fence about having children, but they had all the time in the world to do so. Chi Chi, by contrast, was prepared to have as many children as he was willing to give her, viewing herself as the primogenitor of the new and improved Saiyan race...
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After moving from the balcony to the bedroom, living room, kitchen table, and back to the bed over three hours, Vahn was appreciating the sight of Chi Chi skillfully rolling her hips atop him when she confessed, "I've been thinking a lot lately...ever since I first entered the Room of Spirit and Time to undergo special training..."
"Is it concerning Vaan...?" asked Vahn, referring to his and Chi Chi's raven-haired, aquamarine-eyed, and highly intelligent son.
"In a sense..." confirmed Chi Chi, taking a moment to groan, close her left eye, tense her insides, and change her rhythm before clarifying, "I believe it would be best to seek out and eliminate certain threats before they find their way to Earth..."
"It's certainly the more prudent course..." confirmed Vahn, giving Chi Chi's left ass cheek a crisp, affirming smack that caused her monkey-like tail to flick several times.
Closing her eyes, leaning her head back, and increasing the speed of her movements, Chi Chi revealed, "I've spoken with Bulma...and she came up with the idea of using the Dragon Balls to teleport to those who will target the Earth in the future. I know it won't be easy...but even if I die...I can be brought back by you or the Dragon Balls..."
"Mmn...that's not untrue..." conceded Vahn, pulling Chi Chi flush against him and increasing the size of his cock to her limit, fixing her in place. As a result, a long, nasally moan rose from the depths of her throat before she brought her head forward, her chest heaving as she stared at him with her black, passion-filled, eagerly awaiting eyes. She was very traditional and took being his wife very seriously, so if he forbade her from going out into space and battling threats like the Frieza Force, she would listen and obey him without protest.
Adopting a marginally broader smile, Vahn ran his hands up the sides of Chi Chi's extraordinarily well-trained and voluptuous body as he affirmed, "I won't stop you if this is the path you've decided for yourself, but I won't abide carelessness. Actions are meant to have consequences, and while I would not consign you to remain in the otherworld, it's never good to take action with the expectation that failure doesn't matter..."
"Then I'll just have to make sure I win and survive..." muttered Chi Chi, her eyes narrowing and her tongue tracing her lips before she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Vahn's neck and shoulders, and started fervidly making out with him as he grabbed her ass and began driving his hips into her from below. In the process, Bulma and his counterpart emerged from the hallway leading to the bath—she wearing a pale pink bathrobe and he modeling a loose, steel-grey yukata.
"Sheesh...remind me never to become a half-Saiyan. I would never have any time for work..." remarked Bulma, both impressed and taken aback to see Vahn and Chi Chi still going at it without any signs of slowing down or stopping.
Guiding Bulma toward the nearby kitchenette by her waist as he smoothly responded, "I'm sure you'd invent something that would allow you to work and be fucked simultaneously. You're a genius, after all..."
"Hmmn? Well, you're not wrong~" hummed Bulma, bracing her hands on the counter and deliberately grinding her ass against Vahn's bulge as he used his Domain to fetch everything he would need to prepare their meal. Ordinarily, Chi Chi would insist on doing the cooking, but as his other self had just rolled her over and pinned her beneath him in a mating press, she was currently preoccupied with clawing his back and locking her powerful legs around his waist.
Seemingly caught on Vahn's words, Bulma, while continuing to grind her soft and voluminous ass against him, began outwardly contemplating how they might be able to have sex while she worked. Her first thought was to develop gynoid clones of herself, but since she would get irritated if there were a version of her fooling around while another was hard at work, that line of thinking quickly hit a dead end. In its place, she decided she would follow in Vahn's footsteps, first acquiring the Parallel Processing Skill and then learning to produce physical clones. This would be impossible for the average person, but with functionally infinite time and access to similarly unlimited resources, there was very little Bulma—or anyone else affiliated with the Dragon's Pavilion—couldn't do if they put their mind to it...
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