codeman52490us

In the farthest reaches of the multiverse, in a place devoit of space and time, a malevolent entity floats. Watching over various universes, worlds, dimensions, and their Inhabitants. This being was all powerful so powerful it could wipe out a universe with the flick of its wrist. That is if it even had a wrist as its form is undefined. Being so powerful ment it could dominate the mulitverse if it really wanted too but that was far too easy, and quite frankly, way too boring, too. Instead, this entity had a far more entertaining idea, and it knew just where to start. "This will be the perfect place to being my collection." It spoke to itself, staring down at a particular dimension. One filled with all manner of unique and potentially sensative beings that would be sweept up into its game. And all of this would be caused by one beautiful woman's little well, in this case, Big Blunder. "Ah, let's see here.....Junk....Junk.....Spam...... More spam....Oh! A new flavor of ramen is coming out! Im so glad I signed up for that newsletter." Bluma spoke to herself aloud. The mega corp. CEO was currently combing through her emails on her laptop as she does about twice a week whenever she gets some alone time. Vegeta was currently off training with his lifelong rival/Friend (at this point) Goku. Trunks, her eldest child, was out patrolling the city as the Great Saiya Man X1 with his best friend and goku's youngest son Goten, who was the Great Saiya Man X2. Finally, there was her youngest Bulla. She was with pan and her father. He had promised to take them to the wastelands to play with a new device bulla had been tinkering with. She took after bulma and was a little scientist herself. And being the daughter of bulma, she had all the tools at her little fingertips to let her mind run with wild possibilities. Being one of the most successful women in the world allowed bluma plenty of luxarys for example she could work her own hours, she could go on vacation whenever she wanted and not be questioned on it, she could even give every single employee of hers a huge christmas bonus and it still not even be a drop in the bucket of her wealth. But bulma's favorite perk of being the CEO of Capsule Corp. was being able to wear whatever she wanted, even on the job. The bluenette was clad in one of her signature outfits, a slightly cropped white shirt that left a sliver of her midriff exposed and showed of a bit of her ample chest's cleavage, form fitting light blue jeans, Light brown boots, and a chic red scarf. She loved this outfit, and she knew her husband vegeta surely did as well even if he'd never admit it out loud. She has caught him on occasion, taking a few glances at her. She loved to tease him. "Alright, I think that's it for new emails. Oh? Hello, what do we have here.....A commision? How did this get past the orders department? Hmmm, I might have to update the software well lets see what it is." Bulma inquired, opening up the email to find a curious request. "200 Million Zeni for a 'Massage therapy machine?' Huh, already has schematics too. Mmmm, ok. With that, bulma got up from her chair, setting down the orange drink she had been sipping on and immediately making her way to her lab to get started on the machine. Whenever bulma worked on projects in her lab, she always focused all her energy on them. It's how she created the dragon rader, and it's how she was able to repair a time machine her alternate timeline self from the future created. It was these feats of engineering genius as well as other that fes bulma's Pride and ego when it came to engineering, and this pride was about to get her into trouble. To her, compared to all her other creations, this massage therapy machine would be childs play. "The money is nothing, but this is such a simple build. I'll have this done before the end of the day!" Bulma commented to herself. Brushes, Feathers, and the best body oil were added to the machine along with plenty of other luxarys. Much of which bluma really didn't pay attention to. She was on auto pilot following the schematics. Toothbrushes, flossers, paint brushes, massage hands, and even synthetic tendrills and tounges were all in the schematics and added to the machine by bulma. After all the crazy things she has seen and experienced in her life, she couldn't judge anyone for their preferences. After all, she was being paid for it. "Ok, now just gotta stablize the extra battery, and then i can write up the programming." Bulma commented. She had already been at this for a few hours, and many more features had been added into the machine. One she found odd was that two modified solar energy batteries were included in the schematics. "Hmm, these batteries don't seem necessary for what this thing is intended for, but oh well, not my machine." With that, bulma finished construction of the machine and then got to work writing its code. The machine would link to a special private app on the users phone via a bluetooth connection to customize the type of session and its length of time. The machine would be equipped with an A.I. voice module capable of talking to the user or teasing them if thats what they were in to. It could even change its outward color digitaly so the commissioner didn't have to get it painting. She even gave it wheels so one could adjust its placement without having to put it back in its capsule. Before long, bulma finished the code and then put the finishing touches on her creation. Adding the Capsule Corp. logo and a cute yellow smiley face display screen on the front of it. "There finished! Honestly, I out do myself, haha. I really thought of everything with this one." Bulma happily praised herself. The massage therapy machine was fully built, and honestly, quite large, it was about the height of piccolo a whole person could fit inside of it. "Now I just have to email back to the buyer and get this thing put into a capuse and shipped off. Oh! And it's only 5, that means I can still catch that TFS special at 6." With that bulma, left her lab for the day. Unfortunately for her, this was the beginning of the entity's game. "Blue tooth connection enabled syncing to mobile device." The A.I. voice in the machine spoke. Someone had activated the machine, and the digital face turned red with a sinister grin replacing the once innocent smile. A sinister dark aura radiated from the machine. No one was prepared for what was to come next. Some time passes, and it's now 8:00. Bulma was heading back to her lab to capsulize the therapy machine. However, once she entered, she found it was missing. "Huh? Hey, where did it go?" Bulma inquired. Had someone entered the lab while she was away and taken it? It wouldn't be the first time someone had broken into her lab. She really had to update security protocols. First, the freiza force were able to break in, and now this. "Ugh, you gotta be kidding me! Again!" Bulma sighed. She opened her smart watch and went to the security cam app on it to check the camera feed of the last 3 hours. While she did so from behind her silently, something rolled up to her. It was the missing therapy machine still looling as sinister as ever. "Let's see, hmmm, nothing out of the ordinary..." Bulma murmured, watching the feed fast-forward. That is when she noticed a large shadow begin to loom from her backside. "Huh? What is...ACK!!" Bulma shouted a little spooked. "Ooh my, geez! How did it get behind me? Who's there! I'll have you know my husband is one of the strongest in the entire universe! Dont mess with me!" After a few moments, she thought someone would have shown themselves, but no one was there to hear bulma's threat. Aside from the machine, that is. "Come on, bulma, get a hold of yourself. It's probably just a dumb prank from trunks or bulla yeah yeah thats it...." Bulma said with an uneasy feeling. She was never good with scary things. "Ok, kids, nice on you got me haha you can come out now.....And you can change the color back to normal, the red is super creepy." Bulma said aloud, but again, she was only left with silence. Looking at the machine made her feel uneasy. Like something was off about it. "Ok, that's it. I'm leaving!" Bulma exclaimed, going to pass the machine, but that's when she finally got her response. "You.....wont be going anywhere." "Huh? w-who said that?!" bulma asked, voice trembling. The voice didn't sound like trunks, and it couldn't be bulla. And vegeta wasn't to pranking type. "Oolong?! Oooh, if that's you, Im gonna make you suffer the piggy punishment till you..." "There is no Oolong." "T-then what are....wait." Bulma's eyes widened, and she looked at the machine. "A-Are you the therapy machine?" "Correct." The machine responded. "So someone activated it. But who? and why?" She enquired. "I was activated to fulfill my purpose." The machine stated. "Your purpose? You're a massage therapy machine. Your purpose is to give massages, but no one needs one right now." Bulma replied. "That is not my purpose." The machine shot back. "It is I built you for that purpose. Great, whoever messed with you must have tampered with the A.I. too." Bulma sighed, going to turn the machine off. But after she flicked the off switch, nothing happened. "You will not deactivate me." "What the?! H-How?!" Bulma exclaimed, shocked. "I am far beyond your control," the machine stated, and then metal whirling could be heard from it. Bulma didn't like what was going on and slowly backed away. However, it was already too late. A hand launched out of the machine and grabbed onto bulma's wrist. "AH! Hey, l-let, go of me!" Bulma shouted, tugging with all her might. "You will not escape. You are needed. You will comply." The machine spoke, launching more hands out, grabbing bulma's ankles and her other wrist. Now, she was suspended in the air held up by the machines arms. "N-No! this can't be happening. What do you want from me?!" Bulma cried struggling. "Your compliance." The machine answered. It then opened up to reveal a circuit grid like a compartment that bulma had no idea what it was. She had not designed anything like that. "W-What are you doing. No! PLEASE STOP!" she screamed, but bulma's pleas fell on deaf ears, and she was cast into the strange insides of the machine. It was all green within the machine static looking digital walls everywhere. Bulma had no clue what was happening, but she knew it couldn't be good. Soon, she saw a cylindrical object approaching her. Two to be exact. Bulma tried to force herself away from them, but she had no control over her momentum, and before she knew it, she was trapped in the cylinders. Her arms up to her elbows fit snug in their cyndrical prisons. Her legs followed suit up to the middle of her thighs. "Ugh, ermmm, come on...Ugh Damn it!" Bulma grunted struggling, but she could only just barely move her hips around. "Your compliance is necessary." She heard the machine say. "Compliance with what?! You haven't told me what you want!" Bulma yelled back. This was very infuriating for her. Someone had broken into her lab and turned her creation on her and now was using it to get something out of her. "The Dragon radar. Disclose its location." The dragon radar! She should have known. "Are you kidding me!? You want the dragon radar?! Heck, no! Did freiza's goons reprogarm you?!" Bulma asked angrily. "No freiza force member has tampered with my systems. The request comes from me. Give me the dragon radar." It finally dawned on bulma. Nothing had reprogrammed the machine. It was all the machine. It captured her of its own free will. It was after the radar for itself! But....why? "Y-you it's all been you hasnt it?" She asked no more fearful than ever. Had she just created a crazy A.I. bent on world domination?! She was always careful not to accidentally do that. After all the movies on it, she had seen this couldn't be happening. There had to be more to the story here. "Give uo the dragon radar or more extreme methods will be taken." The machine replied, ignoring her question. "I-I um...." Bulma was at a loss. She didn't want to endanger the earth. But she didn't want to be hurt either she wasnt a hardened warrior or been in combat, the likes of what Vegeta, Goku, krillin, Piccolo, Gohan, Videl or 18 have been in. She didn't know any ki control either. And didnt known any marital arts like chichi did. Bulma was at a loss of what to do. "You have taken too long." The machine said "What?! No, wait, please!" Bulma pleaded. But then a thought crossed her mind. What could this thing even do to her. She had built it in one day and saw everything she put into it. How would it force her to give up the dragon radar? That is when she got her answer. Two circular buffers came down, stopping at her armpits. "what are you..." Bulma was soon cut off by her own growing laughter. "Gahahk eheheheheheheh hehehy s-sthohoh ohoho that!" "Give up the dragon radar." The machine replied. This was how the machine would get the radar out of her it was gonna tickle it out of her?! For as silly as it sounded, bulma was already giggling. "Nohohohot a chahahance I wont tehehell yohohu ehehehehe!!" "Give up the dragon radar." The machine replied. It was only repeating the phrase now. "Thahahahat tohohotally wohohony get ahah ahahannoying." Bulma giggled out. She was quite sensative, and the spinning buffers at her armpits were quite effective, even with her shirt covering her armpits. Bulma just kept giggling and sputtering out her denys to give up the dragon radar, but then she heard more mechanical whirling, and before her eyes, she saw 2 hands coming towards her midsection. That is when she noticed her shirt had ridden up. Being stretched had pulled up her shirt to expose her belly. "Ohohoho crahahap wait!" It was too late. the hands of the machine began to goose at her sides. "BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH CRAHAH AHAHAP, NOHOHOH DONT DO THAHAT!!" Bulma cried out. Her giggling gave way to full-blown laughter now. She had always been ticklish something her older sister tights exploited all the time when they were younger, and now it was being used against bulma again. "STAHAHAHAHP STAHAHAHAHP NOT MY RIBS NOW GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA!!!" Bulma tried wiggling her midsection away, but she could only move about half an inch or so, which did nothing to save her ticklish skin from toremnt. "Give up the dragon radar." The machine repeated. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOO WAHAHAHAY AA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" Bulma replied, her cheeks turning red. The hands began to show their stuff scattering along her belly. While one would pinch and squeese, the other would scribble its fingers else where. It was a devastating combination that had bulma in gawfuls. "YAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOH MY KAHAHAMI LEHEHEHAVE MY BEHEHE EHEHEHELLY AHAHAHALONE!!!" Bulma didn't know how long she would last. Maybe if she kept up her resistance, someone would notice her disappearance. Maybe her tickle ordeal wouldn't be that long. Oh, how wrong she was. As bulma laughed silly, the buffers and hands suddenly stopped , leaving her tingling body alone. "AHAHAHAHAAaaaahahah huh? Huff huff w-wait, it's over?" Bulma asked. She got her answer when a small cylinder brush was brought to the middle of her belly where her sexy bellybutton was. Bulma always too good care of herself as well as occasionally asking shenron for a touch-up. Last year, her latest touch-up just so happened to be with keeping her skin silky smooth and soft, especially with making her bellybutton skin super soft. "W-Wait, wait, c-cant we talk about this....?" The machine said nothing to her, and in an instant, the brush was shoved into her silky soft navel and began to spin around. This was bulma's doom. She careened her head back and burst into wild laughter, the likes of which only tights and vegeta knew about. "BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH AHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOH, NOT MY BEHE EHEHEHEHLLYBUTTON AAAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Bulma strained herself, trying anything and everything to get free, but it was no use. The machine had her completely trapped. "Give up the dragon radar." It repeated again. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEH EHEHASE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE AHAH AHAHAHANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHRE I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IT!!!" "Give up the dragon radar." The machine reactivated the buffers and hands at Bulma's armpits and belly to make it worse for her. Bulma had tears rolling down her face. Her bellybutton was just too sensative. The brush inside pushed into the depths of her perfect navel tickling and scraping against her walls along the way. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOO, PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHASE AHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!" "Give up the dragon radar." The machine again repated. The navel tickling was really getting to Bulma now. It was hard to concentrate, and the machine repaesting the same line over and over was getting to be come grating. But the nail in the coffin for her was when the brush in her navel pushed deeper into its depths and reached her navel's nub at the bottom. Bulma gasped. It felt like an electric shock to her nervous system. The nub of Bulma's navel was so ridiculously sensative that Bulma couldn't even put it into words, not that she could speak clear right then anyway. "*Gasp* WAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!" Her eyes shut tightly, the tears streaming like waterfalls down her rosey red cheeks. Bulma couldn't believe tickling had really brought her to this point, but it had. Her little bellybutton was just far too sensative, and with the machine focusing on it, she would be forced to laugh until she gave up the dragon radar. "GAAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHH MOHOHHOHOREEEHEHE EHEHEHE IHIHIHIM GOHOHOHING CRAH AHAHAHZY!!!" "Give up the dragon radar." The machine again repeated. It really was no use for her, wasn't it? Her bellybutton was being ravaged, hands were tickling her belly and sides, her armpits teased, and that single phrase about the dragon radar was being repeated over and over and over again. Bulma just couldn't take it anymore she finally caved in. "Give up the dragon radar human." " AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAAHA!!! OKAYHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIHI WILL!! IHIHIH WIHIHIHHILL!!! IHIHIHI'LL GIHIHIVE YOHOHOU THEEHEHEHEHEHEEE DRAHAHA AHAHAHAHGON RAHAHAHAHDAHAHR!!!!!!!! JUHUHHUUST STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!" Bulma cried out in defeat. She just couldn't take it anymore. The tickling was maddening and showed no signs of stopping. "Tell me the location, and then I will stop." The machine stated. "NOHOHOHOHOH, PLEHEHEHEHASE AAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHANT TA AHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHT!!!" Bulma screeched out. Her hewd whipping around. She could barely concentrate with all the tickling. How would she remember where she put the radar if she was still being tickled? "Reveal the location, and then it will stop," The machine repeated. "OHOHHOKAY OHOHOHKAY OHOHOH MY KAHAHAHAMI ITS IN MAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! IHIHIHN MY RAHAAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOH HOHOHOOHOH!!!!! IT'S IN MY ROOM!!!!!! GAA AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA FAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAH AHAHAHAHAHCC!!!" Bulma screamed out, finally getting th words out. "Compliance accepted." She heard the machine say. However, the tickling continued. It went on for another three minutes until finally it stopped. The tools used on her left her rose colored skin, and bulma fell limp taking in deep breaths. She was covered in sweat and shivered from the lingering sensation. That's when she saw the machine bring over a hand and it was holding the dragon radar. It must have been moving while bulma was inside of it. But she didn't feel its outside movement. Just what was going on with this crazy machine?! And why did it want the dragon radar?! "*Huff huff huff huff huff* Y-You g-g-got what you wanted.....P-please let me go....." Bulma weakly asked. "That is impossible." The machine replied. "W-What why?! Bulma exclaimed. "You are also required for the collection." The machine stated. "C-Collection?! W-What are you talking about?! H-Hey, answer me?! What is this collection?!" Bulma began frantically asking. "All in due time....Bulma." Was the only response she received. That's when the hands returned, but these weren't normal. These hands had unique properties they were green and glitchy, like er surrounding. "N-No stay back, stay away!!!" Bulma cried, but it was too late. One hand touched her white cropped shirt, and suddenly , it turned glitchy green until it dissolved into what seemed to be green data. The same happens to her pants and even bulma socks and boots, which were now being revealed thanks to the cylinder on the bottom half of her body re tracting into small ankle restraints.situated Now Bulma was left in her sexy black silk bra and panites. "Y-You....your gonna pay for this! You hear me!!!" Bulma yelled in anger, but it was short-lived as she heard more mechanical movement. Before her eyes, she saw the navel brush return along with 2 more buffers than last tims and a bunch more hands. Each at a different part of her body. The buffers placed at her soles and armpits. Hands were placed at her belly, thighs, and sides. And of course, her navel had a cylinder brush ready to strike mere millimeters away. "P-Please no more....." Bulma plead. But the machine showed no mercy. Before she knew it, Bulma felt the buffers being to spin running along her bare soles and armpits, the latter of which now felt even worse thanks to her recent spa trip just 2 days ago. "GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH SHIHIH HIHIHT NOHOHOHOH NOHOHHO STAHA AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHP!!!" Next, she felt her thighs being squeezed. They were soft and plush to the touch, and she always sputtered and giggled when vegeta would squeeze them when he was feeling affectionate. But what got Bulma really laughing would be when he moved his strong hands to her inner thighs and squeezed or tickled right there. It would always make Bulma melt in his embrace. "AHAHAAHIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!! OHOHO MY KAHAHAHMI NOT THERE YAAAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAHA AHAHAHY MEHEHEHEHEHEEH?!?!?" Bulma wailed. She tried to squirm, but her sexy exposed body just wouldn't budge. Next, she felt the other hands at her midriff start their tickling torment. Hands at her ribs dug into them and between them electing gawfuls from her. Hands at her sides goosed and kneaded her love hands. Even her hips were targeted by some wiggly fingers. It got worse when the hands at her belly scribbled around her flawless skin. Poking prodding and digging into the sexy delicate skin. It drove the CEO mad! "BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOOHT DAHAH AHAHAHAAHMIT LEHEHEHAVE MY BEHEH EHEHEHELLY AHAHAHAHAALONE GAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAP STAHAHAP!! STAH AHAP!!!" All Bulma's curvy body could do was wiggle just an inch or two in the upside-down Y shape she was stuck in. And things were going to get a whole lot worse when the brush at her navel finally began to spin again. It wasted no time diving into the depths of the bluenette's bellybutton, bringing ticklish shocks and sensations back to the little divot. Bulma went ballistic tears again, drenching her rosey cheeks. It was Bulma's most ticklish spot, after all. "WAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA MY BEHEHEHE EHEHEHLLYBUTTON!!!! NAAAAAHAHAAHAA AHAHAHAHAOOOOO HAAHAHVE MEHEHEH ERCY!!! GYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Bulma thrashed with what little energy she had left desperate for freedom, but it only accomplished jiggling her rather large chest. Which did not go unnoticed by the machine. "New area identified." She heard it say. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAT?!?!" Very small circular spinning brushes were brought over to her they were at least 12 in total. all of which stopped right at her jiggling boobs. Bulma strained one of her tear drenched eyes open to see them, and this made her realize what was gonna happen next. Her boobs were like her bellybutton, a hot spot, and a place only vegeta was aloud to touch despite roshi's attempts and failures throughout the years. Bulma knew just how sensative she was there and knew if she was tickled there, she was truly done for. " OHOHOH KAHAHMI NOOHOHOHO NOHOH PLEASE NOT THERE IM SEHEHEHRIOUS NOO OHOHOHOHO!!!!" She was promptly ignored. The brushes rushed into her black lacy bra, and her twin mounds were subjected to their tickling. The reaction from Bulma was explosive. "GGGGYYYWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHHUUHUHAAAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAOOOOOOOO!!!!" Bulma's breasts were brushed and tickled all over by the little fibers of the brushes. The tickling was unbearable. Especially on her ever hardening nipples. Whatever arousal there was from all this was an unintentional byproduct of all the tickling, right? She couldn't be actually enjoying this, right? She did kind of like whenever vegeta would play with her, but this wasn't him, but it could be in the future. "OHOHOHOHO WHAHAHAHAAHT AM IHIH THIHIHIHIHNKING?!?!?" Bulma cried out in laughter; She could feel her mind turning to mush from all the tickling. There really was no way out of this for her. Her sexy body was going to be tickled beyond its limits and then some. "WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AHAHAH PLEHEHEHASE VEHEHEHGETAAA, AAHAHAHAHAHA TRUHUHUNKS, GOHOH HOHOHOKU, AHAHAHAAHNYBOHOHOHDY!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA VEHEHEHEHEGETA SAH AHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEH EHEHEEHEHE BWAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" Bulma squaled out in hysterics. On the outside, the machine had just exited the capsule corp building under to cover of nightfall using back alley ways to comb through West City. "Commencing dragon ball retrieval." It stated. Now, on the hunt for the Dragon balls, the machine would keep bulma within itself, tickling her beyond her limits at the order of the dark being that had used its dark magic on its systems. Looking down on the earth and its new machine avatar, the being grinned. "Perfect, now I can watch as the game begins." The dark being stated. The first of its collection had been acquired, and the godly being couldn't wait for its avatar to collect more. This was only the beginning of Bulma's big blunder. [Set 1: 1/8]

Spring 1, Year 1 Emily got me this diary to start the new year, so I guess I've got a diary now! Some new girl moved into the old cottage that old guy used to live in north of Marnie's ranch. Kinda sucks, I liked taking pictures there, it was all overgrown and honestly kinda pretty. She swung by while I was making dinner, and god, she was wearing the most horrendous clothes I've ever seen. Honestly, if it weren't for those clothes, she might actually be... well, never mind. But I suppose she's not all bad. She did give me a daffodil as a greeting, which was kind of cute, I guess. Maybe I'll find out her name next time. Spring 7, Year 1 I woke up today with the urge to go shopping. Ugh! I wish there was a mall here. Maybe I'll have to make a trip to the city soon. Anyway, I decided to take a walk by the river south of Marnie's Ranch to take some pictures. It's always so peaceful there, except for that weird mouse I see scurrying around every once in a while. I swear

A beautiful purple haired woman lied unconscious in heavy mechanical restraints in a formation that caused her arms and legs to create a 'Y' shape. This woman was no ordinary woman, it was the servant Medusa. The beautiful woman was dressed in her casual clothes, suggesting she was somehow captured when she was most vulnerable, afterall that would be the only chance at kidnapping a powerful servant like Medusa. Medusa slowly regained her consciousness, she was still calm and collected despite her very peculiar and alarming situation. There was no sign of panic until she realised that something was blocking her ability to break out... A pair of white gloved hands suddenly came from under the mechanical bed that Medusa was restrained to. They ripped off the bit of clothing that was covering Medusa's belly! This meant that Medusa's stunning belly was now exposed, along with the deep innie bellybutton in the middle. Ofcourse, Medusa was still her calm self, not as calm as she was