Capítulo 99: Camp

"Man, that guy was a creep..." remarked Bulma, happy to have gotten her hands on a new Dragon Ball but sporting a pouty expression and standing with her arms crossed to Vahn's left, observing Master Roshi sailing away on Turtle's back with Grayfia to his right and Goku seated a short distance away atop his newly acquired Flying Nimbus.

"Mmm...he's undoubtedly eccentric, but he wasn't lying about being a renowned figure among Martial Artists..." stated Vahn, taking advantage of Bulma's proximity to cup and caress her bottom as he revealed, "He's even known as the God of Martial Arts to some, having stood at the peak of the Martial Arts world for more than three hundred years..."

"Three hundred years? You can't be serious..." responded Bulma, her face flushing as Vahn didn't stop at her butt—he also used his middle finger to caress her slit through her swimsuit.

"Three hundred years might sound like a long time to the average human, but among Martial Artists and supernatural entities, it's possible to live for tens of millennia," contended Vahn, raising his gaze skyward as he added, "In this universe, there are Devils, Mages, and beings known as Kai whose lifespans measure in the hundreds of millions of years..."

"That's insane..." muttered Bulma, moving closer and leaning into Vahn as she looked up at him and added, "Though, I suppose living for hundreds or millions of years would give me more time to improve my inventions...of course, I'd someone to accompany me..."

"Mmm...hey, Goku..." said Vahn, continuing to discreetly caress Bulma's slit and butt as he turned to the young Saiyan and proposed, "Why don't you take your new Flying Nimbus out for another test drive? Try seeing if you can find your Grandpa's place and return here by nightfall. If you can, I'll have Grayfia prepare something extra special for after dinner."

"Really!? Oh, boy, I can't wait...!" exclaimed Goku, bouncing to his feet and immediately taking off like a bullet fired from a gun. The maximum speed of the Flying Nimbus, at least according to various sources, was 1800km/h, roughly Mach 1.5, so if Goku recognized where he was going, he could reach his Grandpa's house and return within two hours. In the meantime, Vahn made his fantasy from several days prior a reality—right there on the beach...

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[Three Days Later, September 5th, 749]

With Goku zipping around a few hundred meters above them and Grayfia taking over the duty of driving, Vahn sat in the back set of the convertible with Bulma straddling his lap, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she vigorously ground against and made out with him. Each time they hit a rock or divot in the road, a low moan would emanate from her throat as, beneath her skirt, they had been connected for hours.

"We should be coming up on a town and the location of the next Dragon Ball soon," informed Grayfia, her voice calm and expression composed as she enjoyed operating a motor vehicle for the first time in decades. She was a little rusty, but with her superhuman senses and reaction time, the only reason she ran over rocks and potholes was because she was aiming for them.

"Then we should stop and make camp..." panted Bulma, staring intently into Vahn's eyes as she reasoned, "That way, if we need to negotiate for the Dragon Ball, we won't be interrupting anyone's dinner..."

"Sounds good..." responded Vahn, prompting Grayfia to gradually slow to a stop. He understood that failing to reach the city that day would either result in Oolong stealing away the girl named Pocawatha or his death, but the former was a matter they could easily resolve, while the latter was the consequence of his villainy and deceit. Kidnapping and forcing children to marry you and conning people out of enough money to purchase a palace for yourself weren't small crimes...

"Oh, God...I can still feel you inside me..." groaned Bulma, her knees and legs visibly shaking as she finally separated from Vahn after nearly seven hours on the road.

"And I will be once we get situated..." assured Vahn, preempting Bulma's response by hefting her up by her butt and giving her a deep, protracted, tongue-entangling kiss, only releasing her once Goku had doubled back and touched down near them.

"Why are we stopping here...?" asked Goku, followed by him telling them what they already knew, specifically, "If we keep going, there's a bunch of buildings and a wall up ahead."

Standing next to Bulma, his right hand, as usual, discreetly caressing her bottom, Vahn smiled and replied, "A lot of towns and villages, especially this far away from major settlements, don't enjoy receiving strangers so late in the day. So, instead, we'll camp here for the night and check things out first thing tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay," responded Goku, not questioning Vahn's words nor surprised to see Bulma's face red. Her face was always red when they were next to one another, so instead of sticking around, he decided, "Then I'm going to fly around and secure the area...!" before immediately setting off. Grayfia had taught him the importance of scouting to detect threats in advance a few days prior, and since she made the most delicious food and treats, he took her words and his appointment as scout very seriously...

"Now, where were we...?" asked Vahn, leaning around the front of Bulma to give her another kiss. Then, as Grayfia finished erecting their base with her Spatial Magic, he guided her inside, into the elevator at its back, and up to the master bedroom...

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Appearing in Vahn's room with a Dragon Ball in hand, Grayfia, sporting a narrow-eyed smile, hummed, "I have managed to recover the Dragon Ball and left the former owner's weight in gold as compensation."

"Mmm...good work..." muttered Vahn, his expression and tone soft as he gently combed his fingers through the sleeping Bulma's fringe. He had been taken aback by her when they first met, but as she continued to mellow out the more time they spent together, she was beginning to grow on him.

"Shall I give the two of you some privacy...?" asked Grayfia, setting the procured Dragon Ball, denoted by six dark orange stars, on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Grayfia..." said Vahn, his tone soft but serious as he met the silver-haired Devil's gaze and stated, "Even when we eventually leave here, your place is forever at my side...I appreciate your consideration, and I'm certain the others will also, but unless you feel you need some time alone, you should never consider yourself an intruder. I want you with me always..."

Feeling her pussy tense and quiver in response to Vahn's words, Grayfia's eyes narrowed as she sensually affirmed, "Then that's where I'll remain..." before crawling onto the bed and approaching him with slow and graceful movements, similar to a cat. Ordinarily, she would have mounted him then and there, but as Bulma was clinging to him tightly and using his chest as a pillow, she settled on snuggling up to him, leading to a lengthy makeout session before her head found its way to his shoulder...

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"Alright! With this, we only need two more Dragon Balls, and then we can summon Shenron to make our wish! You're the best, Grayfia~!" exclaimed Bulma, happily adding the six-star Dragon Ball to her two, three, four, and five-star balls.

"If I am...it's thanks to Vahn's love..." stated Grayfia, turning her eyes up at Vahn while dressing him. Neither she nor him had professed their love directly, but after being on the receiving end of his passion for more than a month, Grayfia's core quivered at the thought of hearing him affirm what she already knew in her heart...

"You were extraordinary long before I had the privilege to love you..." asserted Vahn, his eyes narrowing into a smoldering look as he drew Grayfia into his embrace, his bulge swelling against the warmth of her pussy, transmitted even through her skirt. Then, slowly lowering his face and turning his head, he whispered, "My sole regret is that I didn't start loving you much sooner..."

"Vahn..." muttered Grayfia, his name escaping her lips as an impassioned sigh as she closed her eyes and wallowed in the tender kiss they shared. Witnessing this caused Bulma to feel frustrated, but her most prominent emotions were acceptance and exasperation. She knew there was no way she could replace Grayfia in Vahn's heart, so as much as she enjoyed their time together, she was considering breaking up with him the moment their search for the Dragon Balls ended. Having sex with him made her feel like she was hemorrhaging brain cells, so while she wouldn't completely break things off with him, there was no way she could allow him to stay with her in West City. She valued her mind much too much to have it broken...

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"Wait, we're not going to visit the village...?" asked Goku, tilting his head in confusion.

"That's right," confirmed Vahn, calmly explaining, "It turns out that, for the past eight months, that village has been beset by a villainous shapeshifter named Oolong. Yesterday, it was discovered that his true form was that of a weak, anthropomorphic pig, so the villagers beat and imprisoned him in their jail. Now isn't the best time for outsiders to arrive."

"Oh, well, if you say so," responded Goku, somewhat disappointed that he wouldn't get to explore the village and meet its people but not taking it to heart. He had learned from Grayfia that there were cities with hundreds of thousands and even millions of people, helping him comprehend just how big such numbers were using grains of rice. The village ahead didn't look like it had nearly as many people, so Goku didn't think he was missing out on too much by not meeting them.

"Since the other one keeps moving around, indicating someone has it in their possession, that means our next destination is around Mt Frypan," said Bulma, using her Dragon Radar in conjunction with a map to approximate where the final two Dragon Balls were located.

"Any idea how long it will take to reach...?" asked Vahn, his eyes blazing and his smile broadening as Grayfia returned from the kitchen and sat sidesaddle atop his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His confessions earlier that morning and before they came down seemed to have considerably reduced the distance between them, and it was very gratifying...

Doing her best not to appear jealous, Bulma responded, "If Grayfia and I take turns driving, we should be able to reach it within two days—three at most. The issue is that the only marked route from here to Mt Frypan has us pass through the Diablo Desert. Not only is the place home to tons of bandits, but I've heard the temperature regularly exceeds 46 degrees. It's basically the closest thing to Hell on Earth."

Recalling that the Diablo Desert was where Yamcha entered the story, Vahn briefly considered their options before proposing, "How about we travel South along the coast? If I'm remembering things correctly, there should be a peninsula with a narrow enough strait that we can simply fly across."

"There is..." confirmed Grayfia, her unwavering focus on his face causing Vahn to feel increasingly giddy. The urge to take her to the Creation Hub was overwhelming, but as they had decided during their last visit to focus on their current objectives, he suppressed it.

"Well, it certainly beats passing through a desert," affirmed Bulma, hoping to bring an end to the lovey-dovey atmosphere between Vahn and Grayfia by slapping the table as she rose to her feet, forcing an enthusiastic smile as she exclaimed, "Well, what are we waiting for!? The Dragon Balls aren't going to collect themselves!"

Without waiting for a response, Bulma hurriedly departed the combined kitchen and dining room.

"Gee, I wonder what's up with her...?" asked Goku, hopping down from his chair and executing a series of post-meal stretches. Vahn was similarly at a loss, but things became much clearer when Grayfia calmly explained to Goku how most women had a few days each month where they were a bit more mentally and emotionally unstable, urging him to be considerate and suggesting he not speak to her unless she addressed him for three to five days...

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