Bunshichi, a morally questionable 28-year-old playboy who dies and reincarnates as baby Goku while retaining his adult memories and consciousness. With no prior knowledge of Dragon Ball, he must navigate growing up as the legendary Saiyan hero while...
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After about an hour, Suno was dead asleep. Goku felt the call of nature and quietly left the room. Passing near the parents’ bedroom, he caught part of a conversation.
“I’m sorry…” “Don’t worry, honey. It’s okay,” came the gentle voice of what sounded like the mother. “I know you waited a long time, and now I can’t even…”
Goku’s ears perked up instantly. He knew exactly what was going on — married women had been his specialty before, and also the reason for his death. Smirking faintly, he went on toward the toilet.
Meanwhile, Suno’s mother stepped out of her room with a faint, hidden sadness, heading to the bathroom. She slipped off her pajama robe, stepped into the shower, and began washing herself. Minutes later, she turned off the water and leaned against the wall, lost in thought.
Goku finished in the toilet and went to wash his hands in the bathroom — unaware she was still inside. The door was unlocked. The room was dark, lit only by the soft, bluish rays of moonlight from the window near the shower.
That’s when he saw her.
Her long, wet black hair clung to her pale white skin, each strand sticking to her shoulders and back, dripping water that slid down her body in slow, teasing trails. His eyes followed one droplet as it ran over the curve of her shoulder, across the heavy swell of her breast — the soft pink of her inverted nipple peeking in the moonlight — then down over her ribs and flat belly.
It slid lower, past the smooth mound between her thighs, freshly shaved and glistening from the steam, the outline of her lips visible for a moment before the droplet continued down her inner thigh. It traced the curve of her leg, past the toned calf, before finally dripping off her toes onto the wet floor.
She had it all — full, heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, a little softness at her belly, and skin that shone like silk under the water. The way she stood there, half-turned, made every part of her look like it was begging to be touched.
"That’s why I love milfs…" Goku thought, grinning to himself.
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The front of the room was swallowed in shadow, keeping him hidden from her. He tore his eyes away and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. The sound made her lift her head.
“Dear? You want to try again… here in the shower?” she asked in a warm, almost teasing tone.
Goku froze. Slowly stepping back into the darkness, he reached behind to open the door — but the faint shuffle outside made him stop. The father was up, walking toward the kitchen.
