An Android in Distress!

You wake up with the girls at your side; it seems you fell asleep before anything fun could happen. You plant a kiss on the each of the girls, who groan as they come out of their slumber.

Vados is in the field speaking to that Bulma you met last time you were on Earth. Though you find yourself more curious about the person next to her. A curvy blonde beauty of above average height with shoulder length hair that parts over her left temple. She seems furious.

"How is it that you found this place?" You ask joining the group.

"I put a tracker on Goku a while back." Bulma retorts.

"You must be the new God of Destruction." The blonde grumbles as she marches up to you. "I couldn't expect that lazy Beerus to do his job, but when Bluma told me you took his place I had hope." She sighs deeply as if trying to contain her words. "I know I can't yell at you or fight you, so let me explain why I'm here." She looks up. "The galactic patrol took my husband and other other fighters, including my brother and friends so they could try and fight some magic goat prick... Goku and Vegeta are off doing some last resort training plans to beat this guy, so the people those guys recruited are as good as dead." She starts to throw a punch to your arm, but stops short, fearing the consequences. "Isn't it your job to get rid of universal threats like him? This guy is going around killing countless people and absorbing the power of planets and fighters!"

"I'm waiting for him to become a threat." You interrupt. "Goku and Vegeta were holding their own pretty well, so it didn't seem like an issue. After the fight ended and he got away with their energy and the energy of New Namek I decided I would step in when he goes to Earth."

"He's going to Earth!?"

"Not until Goku and Vegta are there."

"What about the galactic patrol and all the others?" Bulma chimes in.

"They're as good as dead." You shrug. "Not my problem."

"No! You have to save them!" The blonde says.

You sigh. "You'll have to do something for me."

"Anything!" Bulma chimes in again.

"Start with your name." You point to the blonde.

"18."

"That's strange."

She nods.

"Now then, wait here."

You walk into the castle to find Kale and Caulifla sleeping in your chamber.

"Did I not already wake you guys up?" You ask lifting them from beneath your sheets.

"We-We're sorry lord John!"

"It's fine, but go out there and start sparring, do it in your super saiyan forms. We'll be shooting for an upgrade later."

"But I thought you said we shouldn't upgrade our transformations." Caulifla states.

"I said not to rely on them. Upgrading them gives a new source of drain to conquer. That gives you even more capacity for energy and even more power!"

"All right!" Caulifla shouts, her hair turning golden. "Let's get our there Kale!"

"Don't forget your weighted clothes."

"Dammit I hate those stupid things."

Once Kale and Caulifla leave you bring Bulma and 18 into the castle.

"Bulma, come with me."

Bulma follows you to your chamber. As you open the door Bulma looks confused, but her face quickly turns red as she realizes what you want.

You lie down in your bed. "If you wanted something from the God or Angel before me you offered food, if you want something from me, offer your body." You grin. "Give me a show."

Bulma seems to contemplate it for a moment before blushing harder. She begins to slowly sway her hips back and forth. She starts by slowly removing the handkerchief around her neck, and playing around with it a little before dropping it. She lifts her shirt a little, but stops right when you see her belly button. She leans forward and shakes her chest a little as she unbuckles her belt. She stands up straight again and turns away from you, bending down to show you her ass as she unbuttons and unzips her jeans. Before pulling them down she trails her finger up from her waist back to her shirt. She slowly hikes the shirt up her stomach before quickly pulling up over her head. Her large breasts covered by a fairly revealing bikini drop and rebound a little. She gropes a tit with one hand, trailing the fingers of another down her hourglass figure. Now grasping her jeans she slowly pulls them down, and kicks them off of one foot at you. She isn't wearing panties. She removes her bra and folds her arms. "There. Happy?"

"Not at all, I've yet to be satisfied."