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To Become A Mother (DBZ)
🕑 Added 2022-05-26 22:47:09 +0000 UTC
From a remote location deep within one of the mountains outside of West City a lone figure watched over a bank of monitors that displayed various scenes across the region: the monitor to their right showed them a simple two-story dwelling painted white situated in the heart of the suburbs. The monitor to their left featured an opulent three-story tall mansion bathed in pink with a single stubby spire that stood proudly above the rest of the mansion. However, it was the monitors in the middle of the wall that consumed their attention. Both screens displayed starkly different images when compared to the others: one showed a small but modern dome built into a rustic-looking cabin that sat in the middle of the wilderness while the other displayed an enormous dome emblazoned with the name "Capsule Corp" that was nestled amongst numerous skyscrapers. it was this screen that consumed the mysterious person's attention.
The Capsule Corp dome gradually grew larger on the screen as a minuscule drone flew past the gates of the compound until it was hovering next to a sealed ventilation duct. From the previous reconnaissance missions the drone had performed, the shadowy figure controlling the unmanned aerial unit had gathered a wealth of knowledge on the structure and knew exactly where their targets would be sleeping. The tiny drone cut a hole into the metallic shutters covering the vent and quickly flew into the hole. It traversed the labyrinthine layout of ductwork taking only a few minutes to locate the vent which had been marked on the map. It easily removed the ventilation cover and came out of the wall within Bulma's master bedroom. Slowly it hovered over to the bed which contained the lone figure's intellectual nemesis and the second strongest fighter on the planet.
"This is almost too easy." The scientist muttered to themselves as they flipped a switch on the control panel.
A burst of gamma waves came from the drone, filling the room with a stimuli that couldn't be heard by the human ear, but was still more than capable of penetrating the brain. Vegeta rolled away from the drone seemingly disturbed but was still content enough to continue sleeping. On the other side of the bed, Bulma laid in place, softly snoring as she slumbered, but her subconscious mind was busy picking up every sequence that the waves were feeding her. In her dreams, she could see herself going to a lovely new spa that had just opened up on the edge of the city with her friends.
While Bulma was much too confident in her security systems to ever suspect that anyone could breach the inner sanctum of her home, Chi Chi was the opposite. She had never considered it a possibility that someone would break into her home since she lived with Goku. Besides, she was far too preoccupied with raising her second son in the secluded rural mountains to even worry about such things. That was one of the many positives about living in the middle of the untamed countryside; privacy. Oh, and the virtually nonexistent property tax was a nice bonus that kept her from uprooting her family and moving them into the city.
However, such a threat was hovering outside of her peaceful home, lurking in the darkness waiting for its owner to take control. Despite the poor visibility, the lone figure started to move the small drone over to the outside of Chi Chi and Goku's bedroom window. It peered through the curtain-covered glass with the aid of thermal imaging and relayed an image back to its owner showing two figures in bed.
Neither Chi Chi nor Goku were aware of the metallic spy as they laid down for the night. As always, Goku was the first one to actually fall asleep which left Chi Chi laying in the dark struggling to fall asleep due to his snoring. She sighed and reached for the top drawer of her nightstand.
"Thank Kami I bought these." Chi Chi said, pulling out a pair of ear plugs from the small box they were stored in and pushing each plug into her ear. "Maybe I can finally get a good night's sleep for once."
She adjusted her pillow, pushing it against the headboard as she laid her head down for the night. The blanket had shifted when she sat up to retrieve her ear plugs and now Goku was in possession of the thick comforter. Her only protection from the chill in the room was her silken pajamas that did little to keep her warm. Annoyed, Chi Chi grabbed the blanket and yanked it away from her unconscious husband until her entire body was covered. Now that she was thoroughly bathed in the warmth of the comforter, Chi Chi closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
In the silence, the lone figure waited patiently until all movement ceased in the room. They knew now was the time to strike and expertly manipulated the drone to open the window. With a pulse of sonic energy, the lock flipped open, allowing the small device access into the couple's bedroom. The first thing the owner of the drone spotted was the world's strongest warrior and savior, snoring loudly with his foot hanging off of the mattress while Chi Chi hogged the blanket. Both were sleeping and blissfully ignorant of what was literally hovering over their heads.
"With the press of this button, phase one will be complete." The owner of the drone smiled while pressing the button on the control panel.
A pulse of gamma waves radiated out from the floating device, assaulting Chi Chi and Goku. The former shifted uncomfortably in her sleep, seemingly doing her best to resist the frequency as her husband happily snored. Even with the obstructions in Chi Chi's ears, the mysterious figure piloting the drone was confident the gamma waves would condition her mind to accept the suggestion of going to the hidden facility in the mountains disguised as a spa. Speaking of which, they were so pleased with themselves that they had almost forgotten to place the free invitation to the spa in the woman's mailbox.
"Doing this three separate times has made me sloppy." The figure muttered to themselves while flying the drone out of the bedroom. With expert precision, the figure manipulated the drone's tiny arms and deposited an envelope into the Son family's mailbox before sending the drone back to base via autopilot.
— The Next Day —
"Why do I need to go to a Spa?!" The all too familiar voice of Chi Chi demanded as she placed a huge plate of food on the table in front of Goku.
"Because you deserve it." Her oafish husband replied before digging into the pile of rice covered with gravy and pieces of chicken.
"And who will do the dishes if I take the day off?" Chi Chi asked.
Goku stopped eating and looked up at his wife. "I think I can clean a few dishes."
"What about cooking?" Chi Chi wondered out loud. "Are you going to cook for yourself and Goten?"
Goku stopped mid-bite, his cheeks were all puffed out due to how much rice and chicken he had scooped into his mouth. "I- uh, I didn't think of that."
"So, why should I go to the Spa if there's no one here to look after you two?" Chi Chi asked once more.
"Because you do a lot around here and deserve it." Goku repeated himself.
"That doesn't answer my question." Chi Chi frowned, her arms crossed over her chest.
"I can take Goten over to Bulma's to hang out with Vegeta while you and Bulma go to the spa." Goku offered.
"Bulma's going too?"
"Yeah, she already called to tell me that she's picking you up," Goku explained while scooping up another helping of rice and chicken. "She already picked up Eighteen and Videl."
"Hmm, I guess I don't have any other choice, but I want you two to behave while you're at Bulma's house. Don't wreck the gravity chamber and try not to eat too much food. Paunchy works hard enough feeding Vegeta and Trunks without you two eating everything in sight."
Both Goku and Goten nodded in agreement before swallowing their food.
"Sure thing, mom! I'll hang out with Trunks." Goten replied with a smile.
"And I'll try not to break the gravity machine." Goku promised as he scooped up a big spoonful of Chi Chi's freshly cooked rice and chicken.
"That's what I wanted to hear." The middle-aged housewife smiled while watching her boys eat. "So, when did Bulma say was going to get here to pick me up, Goku?"
The sound of the doorbell ringing caused Chi Chi and the boys to turn towards the front door.
"Goku." Chi Chi uttered her husband's name through clenched lips.
"I think that's Bulma." Goku smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
Chi Chi scowled. "What would you two do without me?"
–----
After a relatively long drive through the rural mountains, Chi-Chi and the others looked on in awe as they pulled into the small parking lot of the spa. The outside of the building was built into the side of the mountain which had given it a rather unassuming appearance, but upon walking into the building they immediately noticed that the lobby was covered in pristine marble. Pillars rose up to the ceiling from glistening tiled floors that looked like they had been chiseled from the Earth. Chi Chi, Eighteen and Videl took in the sights of the lavish lobby as Bulma walked up to the receptionist who was waiting for them with a smile.
"Good morning, ladies! Allow me to be the first to welcome you all to the Hidden Mountain Spa!" The receptionist announced as she stood up from her chair.
Bulma and the rest of the mothers looked over the young woman whose auburn hair flowed down her back like a wild tangle of loosely hanging vines. Chi Chi's first thought was how the woman's outfit looked out of place in such an establishment. The sleeveless, blue and red checkered dress she wore barely went past her hips and hung over her black stockings which matched her black arm sleeves. Tying the whole outfit together was a pair of blue and red high-heeled boots which clacked against the tiled floor as the young woman walked around her oval-shaped desk to meet them. The wives watched as the young woman paused for a moment to pick up a tray that had been sitting on the desk which held four plastic cups filled with green-colored liquid.
"Please take one of these nutritious herbal teas. Compliments of the owner!"
Each woman took a cup from the tray and, not wanting to be rude, drank the green liquid.
"That's a strong drink," Videl said while coughing slightly.
The receptionist laughed which made her breasts and hoop-shaped earrings jiggle slightly. "It's to help cleanse your body of toxins which have built up over time."
"Anything stronger than that would strip paint off of a car." Eighteen commented.
The auburn-haired woman stared back at the blonde through her black-framed glasses. "It's an acquired taste, but I imagine that you didn't travel all the way out here just to try our tea."
"I got a special invite in the mail a few days ago for a complimentary spa day for myself and three guests," Bulma explained, holding out the letter she had received in the mail.
The receptionist took the piece of paper from Bulma and briefly looked it over before lowering the letter. "Yes, you were personally selected by the owner to receive an all-expenses paid day here at the Hidden Mountain Spa. Please don't hesitate to inquire about our various relaxation techniques so we can start your day of pampering off on the right foot."
"I haven't had a mud bath in years. Does this spa offer those?" Videl asked.
"You want to bathe in mud?" Chi Chi frowned, looking at her daughter-in-law like the girl had just said something gross.
"It's not as bad as you think." The younger raven-haired woman replied with a slight blush.
"We do offer mud baths." The receptionist answered before adding, "and they're very good for your skin if you'd like to give them a try miss-?"
"Son, and I'm not so sure about laying around in mud like a pig." Chi Chi answered, putting heavy emphasis on the last word of her response.
"Come on, Chi Chi. Live a little!" Bulma exclaimed.
"Yeah, when was the last time you had an entire day to just relax?" Eighteen chimed in.
"Fine, I'll give it a try, but it better be soothing."
"Trust me, you'll love it." Videl smiled, pleased with herself for convincing her mother-in-law to try something new.
"Alright then. Just walk down to the second door on your left and you'll find a locker room which leads into a room filled with rows of mud-filled baths waiting for you both." The busty receptionist gestured towards the hallway before turning her attention to Eighteen and Bulma. "And what will it be for you two?"
"I personally could use a massage. Then I'd like to join Chi Chi and Videl in the mud." Bulma explained while she watched Videl lead Chi Chi out of the lobby.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Put me down for a massage too." Eighteen added.
"Excellent! If you'll both follow me I'll lead you to your rooms."
Bulma and Eighteen followed the receptionist who led them down the same hallway Chi Chi and Videl had entered. It wasn't long until the auburn-haired woman stopped in front of a door on the right-hand side of the hallway.
"This is your room, Eighteen. Please disrobe and lay on the massage table while you wait for the masseuse to arrive."
The blonde found it odd that the strangely dressed woman knew her name, but quickly shook off the weird feeling she had in the back of her mind. After all, it was possible that Bulma had called ahead and mentioned her name when scheduling everything.
"And over here is your room, Miss Brief."
Bulma smiled and thanked the woman for showing her to her room when a strange and overwhelming urge to peel suddenly bombarded her bladder. Her smile instantly became a look of shock as she desperately tried to clamp her legs together to stop herself from peeing, but it was already too late. The thin material of her panties was immediately overwhelmed by the torrent of piss and caused her piss to flow down the inside of her thighs. With a startled expression, the world-renowned inventor and scientist looked down between her legs where twin pools of urine were collecting around her shoes.
"I-" Bulma murmured to herself, struggling to find the words to explain what she was doing.
"Looks like the little baby couldn't wait for mommy to put her in a diaper." The receptionist declared as she looked at the enormous wet patch that covered the front of Bulma's short dress.
The startled look on Bulma's face instantly turned bitter and angry. She opened her mouth and could hear the words she tried to shout at the strange woman in her head, but her voice didn't seem to be able to form the words. In fact, everything she tried to say came out wrong and sounded more like random utterances which didn't resemble a single word..
"It's okay, baby Bulma." The receptionist cooed as she picked up Bulma like she weighed as much as a feather and carried her into the room.
'What's happening to me?!' Bulma wondered, terrified by how powerless she felt in this woman's arms. She soon found herself draped over the receptionist's lap as the woman took a seat.
With a fluid, faster than sight movement, the receptionist ripped Bulma's dress and panties off of her with one tug causing Bulma's eyes to widen in shock. Her perky bubble butt jiggled as she tried to get away from the deranged woman, but a quick slap across her bare butt made her yelp out in pain and cease her struggle.
"I know you're confused about the changes taking place in your body, and that's perfectly understandable, but do not try to fight back against me; Mommy will not tolerate any tantrums!"
Bulma had been in many strange and bizarre situations over the past few decades, but this was the first time in her life that she had been so confused; 'Did this crazy woman just call herself, "mommy?!" I need to get away from her before she tries to have her way with me!'
The receptionist frowned briefly as the naked grown woman on her lap flailed her arms and legs in a pathetic attempt to get off of her lap. "What did I just tell you, baby girl?"
Bulma could only mutter a strange string of babyish babble when she tried to argue with the insane woman. Her nonsensical words quickly became a series of squeals and high-pitched cries as the woman in the red and blue checkered dress began pummeling her backside. Bulma spastically kicked her legs and clawed at the air in vain as every slap against her ass sent excruciatingly strong bolts of pain through her bottom.
While Bulma's uncoordinated body tried and failed to wriggle away from her tormentor's hand, the unhinged woman continued to spank the scientist's plump bottom. A look of sadistic joy shone in the woman's eyes as her smile grew ever wider with every successful slap she landed on her new daughter's ass. It didn't take long for Bulma's incoherent cries for help to become the cries of an adult-sized baby who was desperately trying to beg for mercy.
"I'm sorry, baby, but you gave me no choice." The auburn-haired receptionist whispered to the bawling woman who had ceased her impotent rebellion.
Bulma was thoroughly worn out and slumped over the much stronger woman's thighs. Nothing resembling even the faintest attempt at communication came from her mouth; the defeated woman was ready to be dressed.
"Let's get you changed before you go poopy on mommy's dress." The mysterious woman smiled as she readjusted the forty-five-year-old woman until she was straddling her hip.
The room passed by in a blur to the mentally diminished woman with blue hair who was softly sobbing as she rode on the strange woman's hip. She didn't know where she was or even who she was, but that didn't bother her as much as the sharp, stinging pain coming from her backside. She couldn't comprehend what pain was or how she had gotten hurt; all she knew was how to cry. The room tilted once more until she found herself staring upward at the flat surface which spread out above her until the mysterious woman's face dominated her line of sight.
"I know, baby. I know." The receptionist cooed down at Bulma. "Let mommy take care of it and make it all better."
Bulma gazed up at the woman who was grinning at her; She seemed nice.
The mentally unhinged woman easily lifted Bulma's legs off of the massage table that was now being used as a changing table and started rubbing a thick, white cream into the woman's sore skin. Bulma breathed in a sigh of relief, welcoming the cooling sensation which was rapidly spreading over her blistered butt. She could do nothing except watch the woman who seemed to be helping her. She felt her feet and her bottom being lowered back down, but only her feet touched the tabletop. Her ass was encased in a soft layer of padding which seemed to cradle her punished flesh.
"That's a good girl. Hold still for mommy." The receptionist cooed while twisting the top of a bottle of baby powder.
Bulma stared up at the wild-haired woman who called herself 'mommy' with large, unknowing eyes as the object in the woman's hand began to dump clouds of dust onto her crotch. The mentally regressed scientist giggled upon feeling the millions of flakes of talc land all over her shaved pussy. Suddenly, her legs were lifted up once more by her ankles which dominated her limited thought process until another flurry of flakes fluttered across her bare thighs and landed on her creamed coated bottom. Mommy lowered her back down onto the soft bulk which was quickly pulled over her manicured crotch. Bulma watched as mommy pulled the wing of the thick white diaper over the front of the plastic shell before an odd noise came from the garment. The scientist could no longer understand what the receptionist was doing, but the auburn-haired woman was peeling back the tape on the diaper and securing it into place on the landing strip of the adult-sized baby pamper, sealing Bulma into her first of many diapers.
“All done, baby." The receptionist cooed, giving Bulma a few pats on the front of her thickly padded diaper.
Bulma grinned a silly smile, enjoying the funny feeling that came from in between her legs. It stopped once the mommy ceased patting the front of her diaper, but Bulma wasn't upset; she adored the pretty lady and followed her with her eyes as the woman stepped away from the table.
"Part of me wishes that you were still mentally aware enough to appreciate the irony of me using one of your inventions to hold you in place." A smirk spread across the auburn-haired woman's face as she pulled out a capsule and tossed it to the floor.
Bulma's eyes went wide upon seeing a huge plume of smoke erupt from the tiny device that landed on the floor. It only lasted a few seconds and quickly vanish leaving behind a giant playpen in its wake. After the initial shock of the huge structure appearing out of nothingness, Bulma yawned and brought her thumb up to her mouth.
"Mommy modified your standard Capsule Corp playpen to be three times taller and wider than normal." The receptionist grinned as she hoisted the thumb-sucking scientist off of the table and deposited her into the infantile enclosure.
Bulma didn't know what mommy was saying nor did she care. The surface of this strange place felt nice and Bulma was starting to lose focus. She slowly fell towards, landing on her chest while her forearms braced her upper body. Her knees gradually moved in unison until they were underneath her tummy which propped her diapered butt into the air.
"That's so cute!" The woman chuckled to herself, marveling at the sight of Bulma sleeping with her diapered butt in the air.
"One down, three more to go."
–----
An annoyed sigh came from Eighteen who was laying on the massage table, waiting for whoever who going to give her a massage. 'What's taking the masseur so long?'
Suddenly Eighteen started to feel a very strange tingling sensation coming from her bladder seconds before a warm feeling spread across her inner thighs. She gasped in shock as the urine pooled up on the massage table she was laying on. The pooled-up urine started flowing over the sides of the table, dripping down from it like a pair of miniature waterfalls. Eighteen immediately tried to push herself up from the table only to feel a pair of strong hands push her back down onto the piss-covered massage table.
"Where do you think you're going, baby Eighteen?" A sinister-sounding voice asked before erupting into a fit of laughter.
Suddenly a flash of realization struck Eighteen's beautiful face when she recognized the sound of the receptionist's voice. "You did this to me, didn't you? You crazy bitch!"
The stronger woman responded by holding the squirming Eighteen onto the table, forcing her against the piss-covered faux leather. "I don't think language like that is appropriate for a little girl your age."
"Little girl? I'm an adult!" Eighteen shouted as she tried to overpower the woman, but her strength was literally nonexistent.
The strange receptionist cackled like a hyena who had found a fresh meal. "You sure about that, sweetheart? All I see is a little baby who needs her mommy!"
The helpless blonde mother felt her face freeze upon hearing the deranged woman's newest taunt. She tried to move but couldn't even summon the strength to wiggle her pinky finger. Needless to say, Eighteen couldn't understand what was happening to her or why she felt so powerless.
"What did you do to me?" The world's strongest female fighter managed to whisper.
"I'm impressed you're still able to talk." A giggle escaped from the crazy woman's mouth as she scooped Eighteen's limp body up from the piss-covered table.
"Wha- what are you talking about?!" Eighteen asked, finding it harder to form words.
The auburn haired woman took a seat with Eighteen in her arms before carelessly flipping the blonde over like she weighed nothing. A groan could be heard coming from the Eighteen as her breasts slapped against the side of the maniacal woman's thighs. However, that was the least of Eighteen's worries as she felt the tip of the weird woman's fingernails slide over her toned ass.
"Remember when I gave you, and each one of your little friends, those drinks when you first arrived?" The woman asked, her voice soft and level.
"Yea- I- ugh." Eighteen ceased trying to talk and simply nodded her head as she lay draped over the woman's lap.
"It wasn't a herbal drink. It was a lovely concoction of nanomachines that I engineered. They're rapidly spreading throughout your body, working tirelessly to destroy everything that gives you power." The sinister smile returned to the woman's face as she slapped Eighteen on her bare ass, punctuating her point.
Eighteen yelped at the sudden sharp pain coming from her backside. She tried to argue with the demented freak slapping her ass, but the only sounds that came from her mouth were a series of unintelligible broken words mixed with grunts.
"Sounds like your vocal cords are finally finished." The woman observed as she delivered another spank to the blonde's bottom. "I could stop the spanking now and let you discover each function that has been robbed from you, but you called mommy a naughty word."
Another swift slap met Eighteen's plump cheek before the next smack rang out in the intimate massage room. Eighteen started to shout at the woman to stop, but the once broken English she had been able to utter only moments before was now a stream of pathetic baby babble. Despite her whimpering and shouts the spanking continued as Eighteen weakly wriggled on the woman's lap. She was able to lift her head just enough to look back at the woman whose face was filled as she delivered each and every slap.
"You might actually be the first to fully resist the nanomachines due to your modified body." An odd quiet filled the room as the woman ceased spanking Eighteen's ass.
A glimmer of hope washed over the subdued and thoroughly spanked blonde. Her ass was throbbing, probably swollen by now, but if she could just outlast the machines flowing through her veins she could regain her strength and crush this bitch with her bare hands!
"I can't imagine a more cruel fate; trapped inside of your own body, powerless to stop yourself from acting like a ten-month-old baby as you're left alone with just your thoughts for the rest of your life." The weird woman ended her statement by drawing in a sharp breath of air, causing her legs to quiver and tremble. "You will be able to understand everything going on around you and you'll experience my love without it being interpreted by a subnormal IQ like the others."
All hope evaporated from Eighteen like a drop of rain in a vast sea of sand. Was fighting against the nanomachines really worth it? Being a brain-dead baby was definitely a preferable fate when faced with the reality that she could be stuck like this; trapped in her own body! Still, she had to consider the fact that she wasn't actually trying to resist the tiny machines that were wrecking her body. This thought shook her to her very core. A single tear trickled down her cheek as the mental dam holding back her emotions broke, causing the once-powerful warrior to start bawling like a baby.
"I know it hurts, baby, but it hurts me more than it does you." A smirk spread across the receptionist's face as she gazed down at the blonde in her lap who was now crying. "but I hope you learned your lesson."
The feeling of soft fingers massaging her sore and punished flesh caught Eighteen's attention, making her sobs of sorrow weaken as the woman worked some soothing lotion into her skin.
"Now that you've learned who's in charge it's time to get you dressed properly." The mysterious woman grinned as she picked her newest daughter up from her lap and carried her over to the soaked table.
Eighteen felt her body being shifted over to the curvy woman's hip. At this point, she was positive that this crazy bitch was trying to show off since she was only being held with one hand. Eighteen struggled to turn her head away from the strange woman's shoulder and managed to catch a glimpse of what the receptionist was doing; she was using her free hand to wipe away the puddle of piss that was sitting on the middle of the massage table. A sudden jostling caused Eighteen to clench her eyes shut when she felt like she was about to fall from the auburn-haired woman's grasp.
The blonde fighter slowly opened her eyes when she realized she hadn't fallen to the floor. She heard the crunch of plastic being manipulated and spread out onto the table behind and tried to look over her own shoulder but she no longer had the strength to even do that.
"Alright, baby. Let's get you ready to join your sister." The receptionist cooed in a voice just above a whisper.
Once again Eighteen was readjusted and was back in both of the woman's arms as she felt her heavy body being moved onto the table. Goosebumps erupted all over her body the moment her naked bottom was lowered right into the center of the diaper. Eighteen watched while the receptionist easily pulled the front of the diaper over her small patch of blonde hair, slowly but surely sealing her into this horrible plastic prison. The tapes came next, each one ripped and torn from their adhesive only to be reapplied over the slick plastic on the center of the disposable diaper. Needless to say, Eighteen was surprised by the welcoming softness of the padding which was not only caressing her skin but comforting her sore and punished posterior.
"You'll be joining Bulma in her playpen in the other room while I go gather up your sisters in the locker room so do mommy a favor and try to stay out of trouble." The receptionist chuckled to herself, knowing full well that Eighteen was as weak as a real baby.
"Ahhh!" Eighteen screamed, trying to power up but failing to access even an iota of her Kai.
"You better not be pooping your pampers because mommy is too busy to change you right now." The receptionist spoke to the blonde slung over her shoulder while carrying her out of the room and across the hall to the room where a sleeping Bulma lay in the oversized playpen.
Doing her best not to disturb Bulma, she gently laid Eighteen on the other side of the playpen. "Shhh, your sister's sleeping."
Eighteen craned her head up, peering through the mesh enclosure at the woman who had destroyed her body without landing a single punch. The auburn-haired bitch simply smiled down at her before turning around and leaving the room. All Eighteen could do was stare at Bulma as she slept soundly with her diapered ass in the air like a literal baby. 'How am I going to get out of this without my powers!?'
–---
A loud, piercing pair of wails could be heard coming from beyond the door which stood in front of the receptionist. She felt her smile grow larger as she opened the door to the locker room only to be greeted by the sight of a naked Chi Chi and Videl laying on the tiled floor as naked as the day they were born. The women were crying like adult-sized infants surrounded by puddles of piss. "Looks like you two couldn't wait for mommy."
–---A Few Hours Later—
"Has it been done?" The older man with white hair and a matching beard asked.
"I have terminated their minds, but not their bodies." The younger woman replied.
"If you didn't eliminate them then what did you do to them?" The older man asked, his voice remaining level as he did his best to hide his annoyance.
"You'll see soon enough, Uncle Gero." The woman replied with a smile as she beckoned him into the main room of the subterranean facility.
What Dr. Gero saw before him was beyond all comprehension. The wife of his most hated enemy, Chi Chi, was waddling around topless in some sort of contraption designed to aid her in walking around. On the other side of the room, he saw a black-haired young woman who was married to Gohan, the son of his nemesis, laying on her back underneath some sort of overarching ring which had plastic shapes dangling just out of the woman's reach. If that wasn't crazy enough he spotted the daughter of Dr. Brief, one of the smartest people on the planet, dressed in only a giant diaper bawling her eyes out like a baby.
"What have you done, Android Twenty One?" Dr. Gero asked in a quiet voice, utterly shocked by what he was witnessing.
"I've always wanted to be a mother and you wanted these women to be disposed of." Android Twenty One answered in a calm voice.
"But what is this?" Dr. Gero couldn't help but ask.
"I simply merged our two desires together. You'll still be able to replace them with their Android counterparts while I get to watch over them as if they were my babies." Android Twenty One explained before walking away from the old man who remained standing there.
Dr. Gero stood there, slowly processing what his creation had told him when he had an epiphany; not only did he get rid of the wives of his enemies, but they would now be humiliated and subjected to the most embarrassing treatment he could've ever imagined. A smile spread across his face as he observed the wives of the strongest men on the planet debasing themselves in the most infantile of activities. It was a very odd turn of events, but one that he ultimately came to enjoy watching as Chi Chi rolled by in a ridiculously large baby walker while Android Twenty One picked up the bawling Bulma and carried her over to the couch which stood on the edge of the circular room.
He couldn't help but marvel over the transformation that both Bulma and Chi Chi had undergone. It was a stark contrast from the angry and domineering women he had seen throughout the years of footage his surveillance bots had obtained. The normally fierce and fiery stares that the women once gave off were now reduced to wide-eyed gazes filled with confusion and awe over every little thing that caught the attention of their dimwitted minds.
Seeing Chi Chi roll around the room had definitely been an eye-opening experience for the old man, but seeing Bulma, the woman who had once rivaled his own intelligence, reduced to nothing more than a braindead adult-sized infant suckling at the breast of his greatest creation gave him an incredible feeling of power.
'I never would've imagined that victory could look like this.'
The sound of rolling wheels coming closer signaled to Android Twenty One that her most "advanced" daughter was near. The random slapping of bare feet against the floor was interrupted by high-pitched squeals which caused Twenty One to look up from the top of Bulma's head to see Chi Chi's gaping expression. Twenty One simply smiled at the topless forty-two-year-old who was seemingly learning to walk all over again.
"It feels good to be a mother." The auburn-haired android sighed happily as Bulma suckled from her breast.
The End?
