Chapter 3

“Mmmm, these burgers are amazing, Bulma!”

The middle aged Saiyan male chewed on his meat patty with delight, savoring the flavor of the burger he was stuffing his mouth with. Bulma, wearing a chefs apron with a spatula in her hand, smiled at her long-time friend, impressed with her own cooking skills.

”Thanks, Goku. Glad you like ‘em!”

Bulma flipped another piece of meat on the grill and looked at the scenery around her. It was a bright, gorgeous day in Central City, with not a cloud in the sky and everyone seemingly enjoying the nice weather in the same way the Z fighter were.

All of her friends were there; her husband Vegeta and son Trunks were having a push up contest near where the Capsule Corp dome was, Krillin and his wife 18 were drinking and chatting at a nearby picnic table, Videl and her boyfriend Gohan were okay fighting while Mr. Satan signed autographs for some kids who had seen him earlier. It was almost a perfect day, except for the female dancers that the Briefs hired showing up late. They were still nowhere to be seen, and Bulma was starting to get a bit irritated.

Though, the famous scientist tried to ignore it, focusing more on all the happiness that was happening around her then the inconvenience of it having any sort of live entertainment. She looked at Goku again, chomping down on another burger, only getting started on the entire plate that was in front of him. Bulma just smirked.

"Try not to eat them all, Goku. They're for everyone."

Goku scarfed down another one before looking at Bulma and scratching the back of his head in embarassment. "Heh, sorry Bulma, they're just so good! Plus, everyone else has already had at least one."

The mature blue-haired woman rolled her eyes, still somehow not used to the appetite of the Saiyan boy even after so long. She looked at the grill and noticed she was running out of burgers.

"Aw, damn. Almost out of meat."

The statement put a worried look on Goku's face, the cook noticing the fear in her friend's eyes as she laughed at him. "Calm down, Goku, I'm gonna go grab some more. Be right back!"

Bulma walked away from the grill, leaving Goku to finish off the rest of his plate. As she walked away, Goku couldn't help but admire Bulma's figure; it was something he'd never noticed before, and something about it just made Goku… angry. In fact, that was something that's been happening to him for the past few days now; every time he thought of or saw Bulma, or Chichi, or 18, Videl, or really any girl, he just internally became enraged at them, like he wanted to shout and attack them just for being women. He couldn't explain it. He got a headache as he thought about it. He began eating another burger to get his mind off of her. He felt his hatred get worse.

Bulma walked into the Capsule Corp building and headed towards the massive kitchen installed in the center of her home. Her mother was working dutifully on the various meats and snacks that everyone at the party was enjoying, quietly humming to herself until she noticed her daughter walk in behind her. The woman turned around and greeted her daughter with a bright smile.

"Oh, hello Bulma, dear! Here to help me with the food for all of our hungry guests?"

The younger Briefs woman walked over to the counter where her mom was and smiled at her. "You bet, Mom. Just grabbing some more burgers."

Panchy had begun stirring something inside of a bowl with a wooden spoon as she talked to her daughter. "Oh, well the beef is in the fridge if you want to get started on making more!"

"Yes, m'aam!" Bulma replied jokingly, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a giant mountain of meat to start molding the patties next to her mother.

It'd been about a half hour since Bulma had started making more burgers, and the whole time she just chatted with her mother and watched the TV stationed in the kitchen. Nothing too interesting was on, mostly just the standard terrible commercials and bad drama shows that litered television nowadays. That was until one breaking news report popped up on their TV.

The anchorwoman shifted some papers in front of her and looked into the camera. "Breaking News; a small army of men that call themselves "The Men of Truth" have continued to grow their influence in Central City, starting up protests all among the roads and sidewalks, donning black and red clothing and grotesque, violent imagery depicting women in humiliating and degrading positions."

The camera feed showed hundreds, maybe thousands of men in the red and black clothing talked about in the news report, holding up various picket signs with sexist writing on them such as "CUNTS RUINED THE WORLD" and "THE ONLY GOOD WOMAN IS A **** ONE", among others. The entire crowd of men started to be met with mild resistance by the police, only oddly enough, the all-male police **** weren't doing much to actually stop them from their marches. If anything, it almost seemed like they were joining them.

Other clips appeared of the men's rallies growing in size, rowdy males shouting and jeering at speeches made by other woman-hating creeps. The feed cut back to the anchorwoman, who now had a graph with a red line going up on the top right corner of the screen.

"Along with the increased membership of the Men of Truth, local violent crimes against women have skyrocketed in the last month. Rapes of women have gone up 300%, while domestic **** cases with female victims have almost tripled in size. Even Femicide cases have almost doubled since the Men of Truth had gained more power in the city."

A sinking feeling of despair started to show in Bulma's gut, watching the news in anger while her mother continued humming along to the sound of her own cooking. It had only been a month since the Men of Truth had shown up, and within that short amount of time the entire city had turned upside down, making the crime rate soar and instilling values in young men and boys she hoped would never even come near her own son. Bulma was hypnotized to the television, desperately wondering what was happening to the city she had grown up in.

"With this information, we here at ZTV recommend to everyone, especially women and girls, to stay indoors and not go outside. We do not know what's going on, but we want everyone to stay safe, and stay healthy."

The broadcast ended, leaving Bulma and her mother in two polar opposite moods. Panchy noticed her daughter's nervousness of the news and tried to calm her down.

"Don't worry, Bulma dear. No matter what happens, you've got your friends and your family by your side. They're some of the strongest people on Earth!"

Bulma slowly started to get back to molding the patties while she talked to her mother. "It's not me that I'm worried about."

Panchy continued smiling even with the morbid information that was just delivered to them. "I know, sweetie. But you're the smartest person alive. You'll figure something out to stop those evil, evil men."

The younger of the two grinned slightly. "Thanks, Mom."

The Briefs girls continued making their food, trying to get their minds off of the outside world just beyong the Capsule Corps wall.

Finally finishing up another plate of burgers, Bulma started to walk back outside when she heard yelling coming from the party. She started to rush a bit more outside to find a hysterical scene going on in front of her.

All of the men were on the ground, writhing in pain with sharply agonizing headaches, their female companions trying to comfort them to see what was wrong. Bulma saw both her husband and son holding their heads like they were about to pop off, and dropped the burgers on the ground to see what was going on.

"Oh my God, Vegeta, Trunks, are you alright? Speak to me!"

Both of the men were groaning from the headaches they were experiencing, with Bulma holding onto Trunks' hand while her husband grunted on his knees. While trying to hold onto her son, Bulma started to hear screams coming from everywhere. She looked over to her friends to see if they were alright, and what she saw horrified her.

Videl and Gohan had started to get into some sort of argument, with Gohan himself becoming strangely more aggressive as they continued talking. That was when the unthinkable happened; Gohan raised his hand to Videl and struck her, knocking the young woman to the ground.

Similar scenes of **** were happening around the couple; Krillin had tried to attack 18, the former android able to block his attack and send him flying, albeit her shirt being slightly torn off. Even Goku had flown over to Chici and started attacking her, the woman shouting at her husband to knock if off while her dress was ripped from her body.

On the streets, cars started to crash into buildings, the men and women in the vehicles fighting one another, with the men the clear winners. Some of them even ran into females on the street, almost killing them or incapacitating them. Women walking on the sidewalks started to get attacked by men, no matter if they were close friends they were talking to just moments before or complete strangers. The women's clothes were torn off by the men, slaps and punches assaulting their faces as their bodies became more and more nude, their boobs and asses popping out of their outfits as the men started to take their dicks out and **** them.

Some women started to cry and yell as their mouths were stuffed with the cocks of men they had once known, others screaming for pain as they were held down by multiple men as their pussies were violated by multiple guys. Everywhere there were women being molested, ****, attacked, or beaten. There were even scenes of men killing women, running them over with their vehicles or slicing their throats in the streets, blood dripping onto the sidewalk. Bulma was sick to her stomach watching the chaos unfold, wondering if there was anything she could do to help some of these poor girls.

That was when she heard her husband growl at her from behind her. She turned around and was immediately chocked by Vegeta, the air in her throat being cut off as her husband started to suffocate her, his pupils a bright red color. Trunks had stood up alongside him, watching as his mother was strangled by his father. Bulma tried to eek out a response while Vegeta's grip only grew tighter and tighter.

"V..Veg…wh-"

"Shut it, cunt. I didn't give you permission to use that cocksucker you call a mouth."

He had never used language like that before. Bulma had heard her husband insult people before but never like that, never with that much vitriol in his voice. Her vision started to get blurry, the life being drained from her body by her own lover. Suddenly, she heard a kick, and saw Vegeta fly backwards into a nearby park bench. Trunks had also been smacked across, flying into his father as the two were paralyzed for a moment.

Bulma grabbed a hold of her neck to try to get the air back in and looked up to see 18, her hair frazzled and her shirt starting to slip, revealing her boobs to the world. Videl had flown right by her, standing next to the woman with Chichi wrapped around her waist, bruises adorning her pale naked skin. 18 extended her hand out to Bulma to helo the scientist up.

"We've got to go, NOW!" 18 screamed, frantically looking around to see if there were any men coming their way. Bulma looked past her blonde friend and heard feminine screams coming from the inside of the Capsule Corps building.

"N-no! My mom is in there! She-"

18 immeidately stopped her. "There's no time, Bulma. I'm sorry."

Tears started to form in Bulma's eyes as she grabbed a hold of 18's hand and was lifted off the ground, the four women flying off into the distance away from the **** orgy happening around the city.

Bulma looked back at what was happening, hundreds of women still being **** and killed, cocks and pussies violently smashing against one another as fires started to burn in the city streets and across multiple buildings. The screams of her sex filled the air, terrorizing the eardrums of all the women as they started to fly faster.

"Where are we going, 18?" asked Videl, finally getting into a situation where her ki control would be put to the test. The former android looked back at her.

"To the one place where we might be safe right now; Kame House."

The women all had fearful expressions on their faces as 18 and Videl dashed ahead, leaving the city behind.