Practice Makes Perfect Pt.4 (DBZ) (Pixiv Fanbox)

Bulma smiled and flung the capsule gently to the ground. A big burst of smoke engulfed the teenager and the blue haired scientist. As the thick bank of haze dissipated, an average, all white high chair could be seen standing on the sidewalk. Gohan merely stared at it. "Bulma, I seriously doubt that I can fit in that." "Just wait." Bulma grinned and pulled out an identical copy of the ray gun that Chi Chi had been using over the past few weeks. With the pull of the trigger, a beam of transparent energy shot out and started to enlarge the infantile chair. Suddenly, another chair meant for a baby like Trunks could easily accommodate a teen of Gohan's build. "Much better, right Gohan?" Bulma asked. "I guess so." The boy replied, unsure if he wanted to be fed from a high chair by Bulma. The blue haired scientist squatted down to his level. "Don't you wanna get some food in your belly? I know you're still hungry." Gohan didn't want to answer, but a growl from his stomach did all the talking for him. The teenaged warrior turned his head away from Bulma's smiling gaze, not wanting her to see the prominent blush growing across his cheeks. "What's for lunch?" The diapered boy asked as he looked away shyly. Bulma looked at Gohan with an amused look. "See, I know how much you Saiyans can eat. Traveling with your father when I was a girl taught me that you guys can never get enough to eat." As she remained squatting, Bulma reached out and ruffled the boy's meticulously cut bowl shaped hair. Finally, Gohan turned to see the smiling face of his family's oldest friend. She stood crouched at his eye level since he still sat on the grass, slightly tired from the copious amounts of breast milk he had just consumed. Still, his unquenchable hunger desired whatever pastes or blended baby goop she had waiting for him. Before Gohan could utter a word, Bulma had scooped the boy up from underneath his armpits and gently lifted him up, chuckling a little about how big he was for a baby as she carried him on her hip. Gohan felt his face grow even warmer as Bulma joked. While carrying him the short distance to the chair. A brief transfer from the woman's hip and Gohan found her diapered butt sat down on to the hard plastic seat of the high chair. His feet wiggled lightly as he found his legs dangling in the air, a good foot off of the ground. It was this sensation of sitting so high off of the ground that reminded him of the many times, during the last nine months, where his mother would show him those embarrassing photos of his first babyhood. The proud mother would specifically gush and point to one photo in particular, out of all the others in the baby book, where his face was covered in carrot flavored baby food. If that wasn't bad enough, the orange slop was all over his hands and face, while his baby self wore a blissful, toothless smile. While Gohan was remembering the picture that he would most likely end up resembling very soon, Bulma latched the tray in to place, locking the young teen into it. After that she made sure that the nylon strap was secured between Gohan's legs. The safety harness strap wasn't exactly needed or necessary but Bulma had fashioned it due to force of habit. She then went over to Gohan's diaper bag to see what the mountain mother had packed for her son's lunch. Bulma bent down and rummaged through Gohan's diaper bag, passing up numerous pampers size five and baby toys until she came across a few packs of oatmeal. She pulled out several packages and a bowl. Next she poured a packet of the instant oats into a plastic bowl and mixed them with a miraculous invention of hers: self heating of water. After about thirty seconds, the oatmeal was warm and being stirred by the scientifically inclined mother. Gohan sat patiently, waiting fir Bulma to return as the bulk of his oversized Pamper pressed into his crotch thanks to the safety strap. Still, it was better than when his mother would make him sit in his baby bouncer swing and just bounce around a half hour. Not much could compare to that experience. After a what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, Bulma returned. She stood in front of the young teen holding a bowl of warm mushy oatmeal in her hand along with a spoon. "Now, I know that you're quite a big boy, Gohan." Bulma stated, causing the teen to blush once again. "But I don't know exactly how big you are. Would you prefer to feed yourself or maybe I should feed you until you're nice and full?" Once again, Gohan shyly looked away, not wanting to make eye contact as he replied. He told himself that bulma obviously wanted to feed him, as if that would make things any less embarrassing. "I don't mind if you feed me." Gohan answered. Bulma grinned as Gohan stated that he wanted to be fed. The fact that the boy had chosen to be fed like a baby, after she had given him the opportunity to eat like a big boy, made Bulma very happy. It told her that despite all of his blushes and glances to the side, that he really wanted this treatment. Although Bulma wasn't trained in the psychological arts, she had known Gohan all of his life, and could tell by how he acted, by how long he had "helped" his mother prepare for the arrival of his baby brother, that he obviously desired the tender love and affection that only a baby could receive. Bulma sat the warm bowl of oatmeal on the tray and pulled out small vial containing sugar. She knew from her own son's fussing that some little ones didn't like the taste of plain oatmeal, so she swirled in some sugar to make it sweet for Gohan to enjoy. She scooped up a hearty spoonful of the oatmeal and swirled the spoon around in front of him, all the while making plane noises. "Can Gohan open up the hanger? The plane wants to come in." Bulma cooed. Gohan happily complied, opening his mouth and accepted the mushy oat flavored paste. He could taste the hint of sugar that added a bit of sweetness to what would've been an otherwise bland and unappetizing meal. Each bite was just as enjoyable as the last as the teen sat in the high chair. Gohan could feel a light breeze blowing through the park that grazed across his legs as they dangled off the seat of the high chair. It reminded him that Bulma hadn't put a bib on his chest and Gohan didn't think she needed to do, but he did admit that wearing something other than just his thick teen sized Pampers would've been nice. Despite the summer time gusts of gentle wind, the boy had to admit that such a feeding was nice. The way Bulma took her time and made sure not to get the food everywhere, like his mother, hsd a habit of doing, made him feel so good and nurtured. Ultimately, he didn't mind Chi Chi trying to recreate that picture from his photo album, but there was something about a simple bowl of oatmeal being given to him in a simple manner. No on purpose misses or gooey chunks of baby food draped across his chest. Although, he could kind of understood why Chi Chi would make him into such a mess, there was something about just being fed without being turned into an abstract art piece. Bulma giggled, enjoying how the teen seated in the oversized high chair in front of her, gobbled down every spoonful of oatmeal that he could get his mouth on. She was instantly reminded of Goku and, even her husband Vegeta. It amused her how such mighty and powerfully warriors could eat like children when food was placed in front of them. Still, she had to commend Gohan for being such a clean eater, his father and her husband could learn a thing iron two from him, she mused. An empty spoon broke the boy out of his idyllic trance. The food was gone, but he actually did feel pretty full, satisfied with the baby food that he was given. It was a more matures meal than the prunes or other baby food that Chi Chi typically fed him when he was sucking down formula or at her breast. "That's all there is." Bulma held up the bowl, showing Gohan its empty surface. "That's okay, Bulma. I'm feeling previous full." Gohan replied with a smile. Suddenly a shadow feel over the two and Gohan looked skyward. An eight foot tall reptile of a man stood hovering over Bulma and Gohan, snickering down at the boy sat in the plastic high chair. "Seeking a world to plunder, I came here to pillage, but then I ss-sensed a rather decent power coming from this-ss vicinity, but alas-ss it is only an oversized baby." The bizarre bald alien declared loudly, laughing heartily by the scene he saw down below. Gohan instantly freed himself from his high chair and stood up. The odd alien not only kept laughing, but almost fell from the sky due to how much he was overcome by the absurdity of Gohan's sense of bravado. It took a moment for the young Saiyan to realize that he was standing in nothing but his huge, bulky disposable diaper which caused him to blush. He suddenly brought down his hands to shield the shimmering plastic cover of his Pampers from being seen. Sensing that Gohan was very embarrassing and self conscious due to her diaper he was wearing, Bulma spoke to the boy that was standing atop the high chair. "I have something that you can fight in!" "I'm not wearing a onesie." Govan replied dryly. "Don't be silly." Bulma stated firmly. The blue haired scientist pulled out another capsule. She chucked it to the ground, causing a huge plume of smoke to billow out from the tiny capsule. Once the smoke had settled, and unexpected sight met the young warrior's eyes: a full suit of Saiyan Battle Armor! It reminded Gohan of the armor he wore years ago on Namek. "Thank you, Bulma!" Gohan grinned, picking up the stretchy material and stepping into the hole between the dark yellow shoulder mounts. He yanked the one size fits all armor into place, admiring how it fit him like a glove. However, he couldn't help but notice how his bulky diaper stood out like a sore thumb, jutting out from his crotch like he was wearing twenty pairs of underwear. "Umm, Bulma?" Gohan blushed. "It looks fine, Gohan." Bulma answered, already knowing what the boy was going to ask. "Okay, but why do you even have a pair of Vegeta's armor?" "Because he always used to complain about how he goes through armor. I started to make him copies of it and, even since the first clone of his outfit, he told me to carry a spare in case he needed one." Bulma explained. "Now, what are you waiting for? Go kick that green clown's butt!" "You're right. Thanks for the armor!" Gohan nodded and shot up into the air. The Lizard Man stopped laughing, he was slightly taken aback by how quick the diapered wannabe warrior appeared before him. One moment he had been babbling with that blue haired woman and then he just appeared in front of him. Looking the kid over, he felt his confidence grow, being renewed once more. "I'll admit, you're fast, kid. But you're not going to last in a fight with me." Gohan stood stoically, observing the lizard like creature. The alien wore a large black cloak over the majority of his body. A tail could be seen swirling around behind the garment. Without warning, the lizard ripped off the cloak and repealed his ripped physique: scale covered abdominal muscles, sculpted from a lifetime of training lined his midsection. He literally had an eight pack beneath his pecs. "I can tell that you don’t respect the discipline exuded by my perfectly formed muscles-ss." The egotistical Lizard hissed. "What else ss-should I have expected from a kid who hasn't mastered the art of using a toilet?" "You want to talk all day or are we going to fight?" Gohan scowled. The Lizard Man instantaneously came at Gohan, landing a crippling sucker punch to the boy's stomach, causing him to wrap his arms around his midsection. The alien had stuck the boy so hard, he could feel all the baby food he had eaten during the last hour erupt into the back of his Pampers. "I think the baby ss-shat himself." The cocky Lizard announced while Gohan was doubled over in pain. "You there" The green, muscular alien pointed down to Bulma once he finished laughing. "You better change him. He's-ss stinking up my new domain!" A thunderous roar overwhelmed both Bulma and the alien as Gohan powered up. The boy was not only annoyed with this boastful meathead, but he was pissed off by the fact that he allowed such a stupid alien to land a cheap shot. As his Kai grew, Gohan could see that the once bragging lizard man was silenced as the boy embraced his anger. The alien knew that he had to do something now or he'd be defeated by a diaper wearing teenager! He leapt out at the boy, launching a powerful kick, but it was so telegraphed that Gohan easily dodged the pathetic attempt. The buff Lizard Man had missed his kick, hurling himself past the boy due to his momentum. Despite the velocity of his attempted attack, he still caught himself. However, in the blink of an eye, Gohan had already spun around, raising his hand up. "I'm giving you just a taste of my strenght!" The boy yelled, as a blue blast of energy flared from his open palm, enveloping the fiendish warrior from space. A crisp, slightly burnt Lizard Man stood floating in the sky, caught off guard by Gohan's display of raw power. "I concede." He hissed and flew back towards the endless void of space. Gohan watched the fallen fighter flee from the city, happy that he could not only protect his mother and Bulma, but the entire planet from that foolish alien's attempt at invading Earth. He slowly descended back down to the park, regaining his footing on terra firma. As soon as he had landed, Chi Chi quickly ran over to her son and hugged him as tight as she could. While she held Gohan close, tellingly him all manner of things that were both a mixture of praise and admonishments, the boy felt the back of his diaper shuffle about, full of poop from when the Lizard Man had suckered punched him in the gut. "Umm-," Gohan muttered, interrupting his mother. "Can you please change my diaper? Chi Chi nodded and said that she had to get him undressed so she could get to his icky poopy diaper. She put both of her hands on his shoulders, getting a grip on the inner lining of where the stretchy material ended around her son's neck. Gently, she started to pull the spandex like armor downwards, eventually exposing her son's bloated pamper. Gohan could only blush as he was told to lift one leg followed by the other. After stepping out of his Saiyan gear, the teen was back to being naked save for the heavy disposable which hung from his hips. "Here." Chi Chi handed the armor over to Bulma who folded it up and deposited it into her purse. "Okay, sweetheart, we're going to lay you down, but mommy is going to be careful and not squish your diapee when I get you onto the ground, sound good?" Gohan could only blush, nodding in agreement as he noticed that Bulma had stepped away to grab Trunks from the stroller. "One. Two. Three." Chi Chi counted down before she swooped Gohan off of his feet, holding him in her arms for a moment, cradling him briefly until she lowered him onto his back. She took care to keep his bottom and legs up, as to not press his backside against the cement. Gohan could never get used to being picked up and man handled in such a maternal and caring manner. Sure, he was being carried to and from his nursery for the last week or so, always lifted up and sat into his high chair and taken from it. However, it was just so odd for him to think about the strength his dainty looking mother wielded. Once he was lowered out on the sidewalk, Gohan noticed that Bulma had stepped up behind where Chi Chi was kneeling in front of him. The blue haired scientist, holding Trunks against her bosom, smiled and cooed down at Gohan. "Who's a powerful baby?" Bulma stated in that singsong voice that all mothers use when talking to an infant. Chi Chi couldn't resist joining in, adding "Who's the world strongest baby?" Gohan could only blush and look away, embarrassed by this tag team of maternal baby talking. "Is it Gohan?" Bulma asked. "Yes, it is!" Chi Chi replied. "Hims is our powerful pampered warrior!" Bulma smiled. "Oh yes he is!" Chi Chi beamed as she ripped the tapes of Gohan's blown out diaper. Slowly, she lifted her boy's legs, peeling back the putrid poop filled pamper. She noticed her son's facial expression go from blushing to a grimace. No matter how many dirty diapers she had changed, Chi Chi knew that he hated the messy ones, especially ones this bad. Had he pooped his diaper on the long trip home, it would've surely leaked, ruining the carseat Bulma allowed Gohan to use. "It's okay, my poor boy has a case of icky tum-tums, huh? Yes, that's it, isn't it? Mommy is going to have to give you a bath when we get home. Oh, yes she is!" "We'll have to do this again another time then." Bulma thought out loud, knowing that once Gohan was changed, Chi Chi would most likely take him straight home. "That would be nice." Chi Chi replies as she pulled out a few wet wipes. No matter how much the boy tried to ready himself, the sheer coldness of the wet wipes always surprised him. It was such an odd feeling, his mother's hand, running the slick wipes across his butt. It always caused him to shiver slightly. Needless to say, Gohan was always happy when he was deemed clean and taped into a fresh pamper. Without warning, Gohan felt his mother's lips touch his small belly before she blew out his skin, producing a loud, wet raspberry. Although this wasn't entirely a new thing for Gohan, he had never expected her to start blowing kisses onto his stomach in public while Bulma was watching. Gohan struggled not to laugh, the kisses tickled him to his core as Bulma started up again. "He's certainly a ticklish baby." "Aww, who's my ticklish widdle baby?!" Chi Chi asked rhetorically and then pressed her lips to Gohan's stomach. *BRRRRAAPPTTT* Another loud raspberry was blown causing the diapered boy to squirm and giggle out loud. It didn't take long until he pissed his pampers from the onslaught of kisses. "Looks like our little warrior had another accident." Bulma stated in mock surprise. "And I'm all out of diapers." Chi Chi replied. "I better get him home, don't want him getting a rash." And with that, the wonderful lunch time get together was over. Gohan found himself strapped into his carseat by his mother. Before she closed the door, he was kissed by Bulma on his forehead. "Thanks for saving the day. I don't know what we would have done without you!" Bulma smiled and also thanked Chi Chi for raising such a good boy. With their goodbyes said, Chi Chi got into the driver's seat of her flying car and flew home with her precious baby boy.