Trunks stepped out of the time machine, blinking in the bright sunlight. It had been a rough journey, but he had finally made it back to the past. He looked around at the Capsule Corp compound, so familiar yet different from the war-ravaged ruins of his own time.
His heart raced as he approached the door, knowing his young mother was inside – beautiful, brilliant Bulma, not yet hardened by loss. Trunks took a deep breath and knocked.
The door opened and there she was, blue hair shining, eyes sparkling with youth and intelligence. “Hello there,” Bulma said with a radiant smile. “Can I help you?”
Trunks swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. “H-hi Mom. I mean, Bulma. I’m Trunks…I’ve come from the future. There’s a lot I need to tell you…”
Bulma’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed as she looked him up and down. “Well, you certainly have my coloring. And that jacket – I’d know my own sense of style anywhere.” She scrutinized his face. “You have Vegeta’s eyes though…”
She stepped back and motioned for him to come inside. “Alright future boy, you have some explaining to do. Let’s hear what you came all this way to tell me.”
Trunks followed her into the house, heart pounding, wondering how much he should reveal about their dystopian future – and his true reason for wanting to see his mother again, young and carefree, one last time before everything changed…
Trunks followed Bulma through the familiar hallways of Capsule Corp, his mind racing. She led him upstairs and down the corridor to her bedroom. Bulma paused at the door and glanced over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile before entering.
Trunks hesitated, his pulse quickening, then stepped into the room after her. He froze, eyes widening at the sight before him. Bulma stood with her back to him, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong. The curves of her body were exactly as he remembered from stolen glances in his youth.
She looked back at him coyly. “You’re a grown man, Trunks. I think we both know the real reason you came back in time to see me.”
Trunks swallowed hard, desire burning through him as his eyes raked over her nearly nude form. “Mom…Bulma…we shouldn’t…” he said hoarsely, even as he took a step towards her.
Bulma turned to face him fully, a seductive smile on her lips as she closed the distance between them. “You’re not my son yet,” she purred, trailing a finger down his muscled chest. “Right now, we’re just a man and a woman.”
Unable to resist any longer, Trunks grabbed her and pulled her against him, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Bulma moaned and melted into him, her barely clothed body pressed to his. There was no turning back now…
Trunks devoured Bulma’s mouth, his hands roaming over her barely-clothed body. She moaned and ground her hips against the growing bulge in his pants. Breaking the kiss, Bulma pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, her breasts heaving.
“I want you inside me, future boy,” she purred, reaching down to unzip his fly and free his throbbing erection. Trunks groaned as she stroked him, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Bulma shimmied out of her thong and positioned herself over him. With a sultry look, she sank down on his hard shaft, enveloping him in her wet heat. They both cried out at the sensation.
She began riding him, rolling her hips as she took him deep. Trunks gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her. The room filled with their pants and moans as they moved together frantically.
“Oh Trunks, yes!” Bulma cried, her nails digging into his chest. “Fuck me harder!”
He flipped them over and drove into her, pounding relentlessly. Bulma wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. The pleasure built to a feverish peak.
“I’m going to cum!” Trunks grunted.
“Yes, cum inside me!” Bulma screamed.
With a final powerful thrust, Trunks exploded, jets of his hot seed filling her willing womb. Bulma tumbled over the edge after him, contracting around his spurting cock as her orgasm crashed through her.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily, sweat-slicked bodies entwined. Bulma looked into Trunks’ eyes and smiled, sated. The future was uncertain, but this moment was theirs.
