Adopted By Giants 2: Learning To Live With Tzaras (6th Part) (Patreon)

---The Next Day---


Eighteen slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes when she noticed a terrible smell wafting around her nose. She quickly pinched her nose and shifted her weight to check if she had shit herself while she slept. Much to her relief there was nothing slimy squishing around in the back of her diaper. However, her relief quickly turned into annoyance as the bloated cotton core of the disposable rubbed against the inside of her thighs, irritating her skin, causing the blonde to wince. 


She tried to sit still to avoid triggering the stinging pain that was coming from her crotch but the urge to scoot away from the horrible smell was almost impossible to resist. After laying in place for a minute, the blonde fighter grew bored and looked to her left instantly spotting the sleeping form of Bulma hiding underneath a pink blanket. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the putrid stench was coming from Capsule Corp's head scientist. Part of her wanted to wake Bulma up since she obviously needed to be changed, but that meant potentially attracting the attention of that crazy giant alien if there was a baby monitor in the room. Eighteen definitely didn't want to deal with her or endure any more of this infantile torture that the crazy bitch was more than happy to inflict upon Bulma and herself. 


Her mind drifted back to the previous day where everyone was forced to take a ballet lesson. Needless to say, that single hour had proved to be the most humiliating moment of her entire life, but it didn't stop there. Once the crazy giant had brought them both back to her house she had found herself sitting on the enormous woman's lap since she didn't have two high chairs. Eighteen scowled as she recalled having to drink formula from a giant sized baby bottle while the giant fed a blushing Bulma baby food in the comfort of a high chair. It wasn't like she had been envious of Bulma, but whatever mush she had been spoon fed must've been better than that horrible bottle of chalky tasting baby formula. Either way the meal took forever to finish since neither woman was enjoying what they were expected to eat and when the giant deemed both of them "done" with their dinner, Eighteen found himself put to bed with Bulma at around seven in the evening. The only thing worse than being put to bed while it was still light out was the fact that she had to share a crib with Bulma.


Just thinking about the past day made Eighteen realize that this whole planet was insane. How could any society and their culture be centered around treating humans like babies? It all must be a nightmare, but if that was true why hadn't she awakened from it? Then there was the dreaded possibility that this really was happening to her and that she would only be able to escape from it by her own hand. Sadly, without the ability to access her powers she couldn't stop this weird alien from treating her like a baby or even fly away. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she could climb out of the crib and escape from the sickening odor coming from the back of Bulma's diaper! Biting her lip, the blonde reached out with her left hand as she kept her nose plugged and shook Bulma awake. 


"Bulma!" Eighteen whispered to Bulma through gritted teeth as she continued to shake her shoulder. "You stink."


Bulma awoke with a slight jolt. She gasped from the unexpected wake up and rolled over to face Android Eighteen who was only wearing a diaper.  


"Eighteen?! What the hell are you doing here?" The blue haired woman asked her cribmate.


"I came to rescue you, remember?" 


"Oh, yeah-" Bulma sort of wandered off in mid sentence as the smell of her dirty diaper hit her nose. "I thought that was a bad dream."


"Bad dream?!" Eighteen fumed, bringing her arms out, gesturing to the entire nursery in a sweeping motion.  "This is a nightmare!"


"Shhh, quiet down, Eighteen!" Bulma whispered. "You'll wake her up."


"I don't want to deal with her, but you really need a diap-" The blonde couldn't finish her sentence due to the stench which caused her to start gagging when she took a breath.


"I know, I know, Eighteen." Bulma sat up and rubbed her friend's back in an effort to help the blonde stop coughing. "I can't control it. I wake up like this every morning."


"You need to get that disgusting diaper changed!" Earth's strongest woman replied with a scowl. 


"Can't we just wait a half hour?" Bulma asked, genuinely trying to avoid dealing with her adoptive mother. 


"Why would you want to wait another half hour?" Eighteen asked, legitimately puzzled by Bulma's reply. 


"Because if she thinks we're still asleep, she'll drink some coffee and we can get a little bit of caffeine from her milk when she breastfeeds us our breakfast." Bulma replied nonchalantly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. 


"That is disgusting!" The blonde exclaimed in disgust. "I'm not sucking on that thing's boobs!"


"I know, it sounds gross, but her milk is very delicious and it's one of the few enjoyable things I look forward to besides my sleep overs at Chi Chi's house." Bulma explained, her voice sounding rather wishful as she finished making her point.


"What's so great about sharing a bed with Chi Chi?" Eighteen couldn't help but ask. 


"Oh-" Bulma just realized that she had put herself in a very awkward position. 'How do I even explain to her that Chi Chi and I have sex?'


Suddenly, there was a creaking sound coming from the door to Bulma's nursery as the familiar face of Tzaras peeked into the opening. The morning light pouring in through the blinds framed her smiling face as she made her presence known. "Good morning, my little Earthings!"


Eighteen didn't know whether to be happy or upset by Tzaras' appearance, but she did know that she would finally be able to breathe through her nose once the giant changed Bulma's dirty diaper. Out of the corner of her eye, Eighteen noticed that Bulma had gotten up onto her knees and was now waddling over to the side of the crib. By the time Bulma was reaching up for the railing of the crib, Tzaras had finished making her way to the crib and peered down at them both. Her hair was done up in curlers and she was wearing a very loose fitting robe that barely hid her cleavage. Eighteen was immediately reminded of what Bulma had said about this crazy giant alien breastfeeding them and had to fight back the bile that shot up into the back of her throat. 


"My little princess made mommy a big present didn't she?" The giant alien cooed.


Bulma grabbed the top of the crib's railing as she fought back the blush spreading across her face, but the presence of Eighteen made it impossible for her to hide her embarrassment. She had gotten used to mommy's baby talk and didn't even mind pooping her pampers, but having Eighteen sitting in the same crib as her proved to be a constant reminder of who she once was; a strong, proud mother that was also the smartest woman on Earth. Still, even if she wanted to save face, she knew the game that her adoptive mother wanted her to play. If she refused to acknowledge her diaper's state then she would be left in it for hours until the giant got sick of smelling her.


"Yes, mommy. I- uh-" Bulma paused and looked down at the crib mattress. "I made boom booms in my diaper."


"You sure did!" Tzaras beamed, reaching behind Bulma to cup the blue haired woman's bloated pamper. 


Bulma scowled, fidgeting in place as her captor cupped the back of her diaper, spreading it everywhere. The scientist tried to imagine she was somewhere else as the giant bounced her around, pressing her hand into dirty diaper against her bottom with every slight bounce which kept spreading the poop inside of the disposable around even worse than before she had touched it.


"And what about you?" Tzaras asked, peering down at the diaper clad blonde as she took her hand away from Bulma's backside, cradling the scientist against the crook of her arm.


"I'm- uh- a bit wet." Eighteen stated in a low voice, hating to admit it out loud that she had given in and pissed her pampers.


"Yes, you are definitely wet." Tzaras grinned as she probed the front of the girl's wet diaper between her legs, causing her to grimace. "I'll be changing your big sissy first and then I'll tend to you." 


Bulma blushed as she was carried over to the change table on the giant's hip. She was used to riding around on Tzaras' hip, but that wasn't why she was blushing. She didn’t struggle when the giantess lowered her onto the changing table and, for the first time in weeks, she closed her eyes as her adoptive mother untaped the dirty diaper before pulling it open allowing the smell to spread into the air which made the Capsule Corp scientist gag slightly.


 ’My little Bulma is a big stinker." Tzaras cooed, leaving Bulma naked on the table as she lifted the middle aged woman's legs into the air and started wiping her clean. All Bulma could do was lay on her back and wait for her diaper change to be finished.


Eighteen shuddered as Bulma was getting her morning diaper change and quickly averted her gaze. She found herself looking down at her own diaper since the last thing she wanted to see was Bulma getting her poop covered backside wiped. Just the sight of her own discolored diaper reminded her that she was in need of a change too. It didn't feel as bad as the poopy diaper had yesterday, but after that thoroughly degrading experience, she had avoided using her diaper until she was laid in the crib with Bulma for what was an extremely early bedtime. No matter how resolute her will, she knew that it had been futile; wetting her diaper was going to be an inevitable part of her life until she could regain her strength. Still, this didn't mitigate the tremendous amount of shame she felt as she waited for her turn on the changing table. 


She shifted her legs and felt the fresh stab of irritated skin coming from between her legs due to having been forced to seep in that humid lump of cotton and plastic throughout the night. The pain was also a steady reminder that she had been needlessly stubborn by trying to hold it in. If only she had pissed her pamper during dinner she probably would've gotten a diaper change before bed. Now, she had a horrible diaper rash between her legs as a reward for being so stubborn. 


Not wanting to dwell on her past mistakes, or her inability to escape from a literal baby's crib, Eighteen decided to peek between her fingers to see if Bulma's diaper change was almost finished. Just beyond the bars surrounding her on all sides could she see that Bulma had been diapered and was being carried back over to the crib. Eighteen sat there patiently, inwardly dreading her turn, but ultimately waiting for the giant to pick her up. 


"Does the little baby want her diaper changed too?" 


Eighteen felt her face grow warm with shame as she mentally struggled to answer the question. It wasn't as humiliating as the dirty diaper she had been changed out of yesterday, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. 


"Yes." Eighteen replied and then quickly added a "please" to appease the giantess. 


"Such a polite girl you are!" Tzaras cooed and scooped up the blonde.


Eighteen grimaced as she was forced to ride on the much taller woman's hip, the bobbing motion caused pain to radiate from her privates as the thick humid padding chafed against her skin. She honestly didn't know what was worse; the diaper rash or the constant baby talk. The pain was one thing, and it did hurt, but there was something about her pride being wounded that hurt far worse than any rash. Still, the fierce fighter knew that a dry diaper would be worth it.


Tzaras lowered the blonde down onto the soft table top and proceeded to tear at the tapes securing the diaper together. It was so cute how the girl's eyes went wide when she peeled back the front of her diaper. Tzaras cherished moments like this because she knew that they wouldn't last forever. It wouldn't be long before her newest daughter eventually got used to getting her butt wiped just like Bulma had. She grabbed the girl's legs and lifted her butt off of the table, preparing to wipe the enflamed flesh.


"Poor baby has a widdle rash." Tzaras remarked in an infantile tone before wiping the afflicted area.


Eighteen groaned and tried to pull away, but her struggles were quickly brought to an end when her new mother held her firmly in place. Before Eighteen knew what was happening, the giant was pulling a strap over her chest, securing her to the top of the changing table like a tantrum throwing toddler. Once she was pinned to the changing table she noticed that the giant was pulling a tube of some sort.


"Poor baby shouldn't have tried to hold it in like that."


Eighteen wanted to argue with the crazy alien, but kept her mouth shut as the enormous woman reached for her ankles again. She felt her lower body leave the padded surface of the used diaper before the giantess started rubbing ice comm diaper cream into her crotch. For the first time since arriving Eighteen actually felt grateful for something that the giantess was doing to her and laid still, allowing the giant alien to spread the soothing cream all over her plump bottom. Yes, the alien was to blame for the rash in the first place, but at least she wasn't going to make her needlessly suffer.


After a thorough coating of the diaper rash cream, the blonde fighter felt her paste covered butt land on top of a soft cotton surface. The weight of her plump cheeks coming down onto her new diaper caused the plastic shell to crinkle. Eighteen sighed in relief as the cooling cream combined with the pillow-like thickness of her new diaper worked in unison to soothe her horrible rash. It was utterly humiliating to be treated this way, but at least she was no longer in agony.  Suddenly, the familiar scent of baby powder filled the air as the giant shook the talcum powder canister onto her pubic mound and bottom, covering her cream covered butt before she felt the wings of the disposable being pulled up over her waist and then taped into place.


Eighteen shifted her butt and couldn't help but admire the comfy padding that cradled her once stinging bottom. The only thing she didn't like was the pink hue that seemed to dominate the tapes and front panel of the diaper; it was probably the most girly thing she had ever been dressed in. She turned her head away from the alien only to see the enormous woman walking away from the table. The blonde watched as the giant scooped up Bulma from the crib and quickly returned to the changing table to pick her up as well. 



Tzaras carried both Bulma and Eighteen over to the rocking chair and took a seat in it before she positioned the two siblings in such a way that they were cradled in the crook of each of her arms. She could tell that they were both captivated by her enormous breasts. It had only take a few weeks of training but her blue haired baby craved her milk. However, her newest baby seemed to be startled by the sight her big nipples leaking small droplets of milk leaking from the tips of her nipples. There was something about watching a human's first proper feeding and she knew that this little blonde would be so much fun to watch as she gave into her innermost hunger.


"Time for my baby's num nums!" She cooed as she moved her arms inwards, forcing each woman against her bosom until their faces were mere inches away from her protruding nipples.


The moment Tzaras felt a warm and wet tugging on her right nipple she looked down expectantly and saw that it was Bulma who was suckling from her. It made sense that the blue haired woman would be craving her milk, but the fact that she was blushing profusely as she continued suckling in earnest caused the giant to smile down at her little bundle of joy. 


Eighteen peeked around the massive breast with a look of disgust plastered on her face as she confirmed that Bulma was eagerly nursed on the giantess' large breasts. She didn't want to end up like Bulma, but there wasn't much of a chance that the huge woman would just let her lay there without drinking from her. It didn't help matters that Eighteen's throat was dry since the last thing she drank was juice before bed the previous night. So, deciding to avoid a spanking before it was even mentioned, Eighteen leaned her head closer to the erect nipple and stuck out her tongue to lick the droplet of milk. What she tasted was absolutely incredible! It was the best thing she had ever drank! Her mind started to cloud over as greed replaced her earlier feelings of disgust. She eagerly latched onto the nipple with her lips and started sucking.


Tzaras moaned from the unexpected sensation of both of her babies suckling at once. Her milk was now squirting out of each nipples as each small woman sucked on her tits in a rhythmic manner. She had never expected the blonde to start nursing on her own, but she was obviously a clever girl who didn't want to start her day with a spanked bottom so early in the morning. 


The sounds of greedy suckling filled the air as an occasional moan broke up the soft suckles coming from her chest. Her swollen tits were certainly being drained quite rapidly by the hungry babies and Tzaras couldn't help but wonder if one breast would be enough for her little Bulma. After all, her oldest baby had grown used to getting both boobies during her morning feed. Hopefully, she would have enough milk to satisfy both girls until she could feed them a proper breakfast of prunes and baby cereal.


After what seemed like forever, Eighteen moaned in anguish as the taste of milk lingered in the back of her throat. She had overdone it and could barely move as his poor belly rumbled in pain. The giant alien seemed to know just what was wrong with her new bloated baby and the blonde couldn't help but wonder why Bulma was getting lowered to the floor. However, Eighteen didn't have to wait long for an answer. She groaned as she was lifted up and laid over Tzaras' shoulder, her much smaller boobs brushing against the giant's shoulder. Suddenly, Eighteen felt the gentle pats that the enormous woman was delivering onto her back.


"Make burpies for mommy!" Tzaras cooed.


Eighteen didn't want to degrade herself in such a humiliating manner, but her body was beginning to act on its own as the gas in her gut was forced up her esophagus by the rhythmic patting. A loud belch escaped from her mouth, bringing Eighteen instant relief as well as an ear to ear blush.


"That's my good baby!" She heard the giant alien coo next to her ear as she was pulled away from the giant's shoulder and slowly lowered onto the ground next to where Bulma was sitting.


'I can't believe I just did that.' Eighteen sighed.


"Alright, you two. Stay put while mommy goes to big girl bathroom." 


The blonde watched the giant walk out of the door, closing it shut, before she looked over at Bulma who was busy wiping some milk from her lips. The older woman noticed her friend looking at her and sheepishly blushed. 


"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Bulma asked, trying to start a conversation. 


"It was humiliating, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it tasted great." Eighteen replied. 


"Yeah, a lot of stuff here is like that, but you get used to it." Bulma answered. 


"I don't know about you, but I don't want to get used to being paraded around in Pampers." Eighteen scowled. "Shouldn't we be trying to find a way out of here?"


"That's not exactly a good idea." Bulma sighed, knowing that her friend had the right idea, but had no idea what they were up against. 


"Why not?" Eighteen couldn't help but ask.


"For starters, we're the size of babies to them." Bulma replied. "Without your Kai you can't reach the doorknob. You probably don't have the strength to move it even if you could find a way to grab the knob."


"I see. So, we're just waiting for the right moment to strike?" Eighteen asked, trying to remain optimistic. 


"I had pretty much given up on ever leaving this planet until I was able to climb up her chair and call out to you guys on her phone, but now that there's four of us, we should be able to figure out some way to distract them when we get together and make our move." A smile appeared on Bulma's face when she finished speaking 


"Didn't she say something about visiting her sister today?" Eighteen asked, hoping that they would get to see the Son women and start planning something.


"You're right." Bulma beamed. "She said that during dinner."


"Alright, that sounds like things are moving in the right direction, but are we going to get something to wear to cover up our- underwear?" Eighteen wondered out loud, she was really getting tired of going around topless. 


"It depends on the weather. Some days she just lets me run around in a diaper all day." Bulma said, frowning when she realized that the thought of her waddling around topless in an adult sized pair of pampers no longer seemed to bother her anymore. 


"It better be cold outside." Eighteen replied. 


"Most mornings are. This planet isn't much different than Earth. It even has seasons and, judging on the angle of their sun, I'm pretty sure that we're in the middle of autumn." Bulma hypothesized. 


"Okay, but we don't exactly wear the same size." The blonde fighter stated as she looked over Bulma. 


"What's that supposed to mean?" Bulma scowled, a vein was visibly throbbing on her forehead. 


"I'm not as top heavy as you are and my hips are a bit wider than yours." Eighteen replied, pointing at Bulma's bare breasts.


"Oh, well that doesn't really matter much on this planet. Baby clothing is generally pretty loose fitting except for the onesies that I occasionally get put into. Maybe she'll take your measurements like she did for me and-" Bulma instantly shut her mouth upon hearing the door begin to open.


Eighteen and Bulma gazed at the giantess who walked into the nursery. She didn't seem to notice that they had been talking, either that or she didn't care. It looked like her attention was drawn to a large dresser which stood on the opposite side of the rocking chair. Both women watched as their adoptive mother started searching through a drawer for something until the giant stopped digging around and finally held the object of her search up for all to see. Eighteen and Bulma immediately felt a sweat drop form on their foreheads upon seeing what the giant was holding in her hands: It was a very pink, onesie complete with bunny ears attached to a built-in hood that would cover the wearer's head!


"I'm not going to wear that ridiculous looking thing!" The blonde fighter exclaimed. 


The giantess paused and stared down at Eighteen with a smile. "This onesie was supposed to be for your sister, but since you don't want to wear it I think I'll make a copy of it for you to wear." 


Eighteen looked at the crazy giant with a raised eyebrow. "You can't just copy clothes like that." 


"That's what you think." Tzaras chuckled to herself. "It's going to be so cute when I take you both over to your auntie's house in matching onesies!"


Eighteen crossed her arms and scowled at the giant alien. "I want to pick out what I wear outside!"


"Maybe you should be q-" Bulma was interrupted by Tzaras talking over her.


"You're my daughter and you will wear whatever I dress you in!" Tzaras declared with a stern edge to her voice as she looked down at the blonde with her arms crossed. 


The tension in the air was thick as the two women glared at each other. Before Eighteen could respond, Bulma reached over and covered her mouth and spoke for her. "Eighteen is just fussy because of her diaper rash."


"That makes sense." Tzaras remarked as she started walking away from her girls. With the battle of wills won, Tzaras approached a large panel in the wall with the onesie in her hand and started typing on the screen. She typed in the exact size she wanted the dress to be reproduced as and, once the specifications were entered into the computer, she waited for the machine built into the wall to make a copy of Bulma's bunny themed onesie. 


While she stood there with her back to her adopted children, Eighteen shot Bulma a very pissed off glance. She wanted to stand her ground and at least get the option to have a say in what she wore, but Bulma had to butt in. As Eighteen sat there in her diaper she couldn't help but think about what Bulma jad said to defuse the situation. 'How did she even know that I had a diaper rash anyway?'


A sequence of noises echoed throughout the room for a brief second until a secomd copy of the onesie was literally printed out of the machine. Both Bulma and Eighteen watched their new mommy hold up a copy of the original onesie while the larger woman grinned. Eighteen was still pissed off while Bulma looked thoroughly impressed by the technology at her adoptive mother's fingertips. Needless to say, if she ever got off of this planet she would invent something similar for Capsule Corp. 


A sudden pang of sadness overwhelmed her brilliant mind. Thinking about her former life made her feel rather crestfallen with how infantile she had become in only a few short weeks. The highlight of her day used to be masterbating with Chi Chi during their sleepovers before Eighteen and Videl arrived. It disgusted her how far she had fallen? Now, the one thing that made living in this hell was going to be taken from her since it wasn't like the two mothers could keep playing their naughty games with Eighteen and Videl laying there next to them. 


So, what else did she have to look forward to? Her morning feeds off of the giant woman's breasts? Or perhaps the day she learned to confidently walk around again on her own without a baby walker? She had overheard Tzaras talking to the studio about the reverse gravity field that they had used during their ballet training to keep herself and Chi Chi from falling over, but from what she saw it looked like Chi Chi didn't even need less gravity to perform her moves. Bulma hoped that it was going to be used during the commercial because it seemed like she couldn't even stand up for long periods of time without the aid of the giant alien's technology. 


A lone tear fell from Bulma's eye just before she started to wail. "I can't-"


Eighteen's anger started to wane upon seeing Bulma erupt into a fitful wail. It looked like she was either having a mental breakdown or had become such a baby that she was now crying like one. 


'I didn't make her cry, did I?' The blonde wondered as she watched Bulma cry. 


"Is my little girl getting fussy because we haven't left yet?" Tzaras cooed from the panel by the wall.


'I can't let Bulma give up now! We need to stick together or that bitch will win!' 


Thinking quickly, Eighteen reached out with her arms and pulled Bulma in for a hug before the giant could intervene. She shushed the sobbing blunette, hoping that it would calm her down.


'Why is Eighteen hugging me? Is she secretly into women too?' Bulma sniffed lightly, enjoying the scent of Eighteen before wrapped her arms around Eighteen, returning the hug. 


She shouldn't be crying like this, it didn't solve anything and only worried her friend who had traveled all the way here through space to save her. Even though things hadn't worked out, she couldn't give up hope. They would be rescued one day; she was sure of it, but until then she would just have to grin and bare it. 


"Thanks, I needed that." Bulma whispered as she leaned into her friend while both of their diapers crinkled.


"Aww." The giantess cooed as she clasped her hands together. "I love seeing my two daughters getting along."


Bulma and Eighteen quickly broke away from each other, ending their embrace prematurely. The blue haired woman wiped her tears away and glared at the giant. She knew that it didn't make much of a difference, but for a brief moment she wanted the giant alien to see a glimmer of her defiance. She may have been a broken woman, but deep within her she still held a flickering flame of rebellious anger. 


"It looks like someone is still cranky. Will mommy have to spank some sense into her oldest daughter?" 


After hearing the giant's threat, Bulma decided to quit glowering. It would do her no good to be put over the huge woman's knee since she needed to stay sharp. 


"Yes, mommy. I love my little sister." Bulma all but spat.


"That's good to hear, sweetie. Now put your arms up so that I can dress you for our trip to Auntie's house." Tzaras ordered in a gentle tone.


The diapered mother did as she was told and held her arms up as the giantess took a knee. With an expert hand, Tzaras  slipped the pink bunny themed onesie over Bulma's body and started adjusting the garment so it wouldn't bunch up around Bulma's hands. While Bulma was being dressed, Eighteen stood off to the side and couldn't help but wonder if now was the right time to strike. She didn't have the ability to fly, but she probably had enough strength in her to knock the crazy giant out and then escape with Bulma in the spaceship. Chi Chi and Videl would be left behind, but they would return with Goku and Gohan to rescue them.


While Tzaras was fiddling with the zipper on the back of Bulma's onesie. Eighteen pounced forwards with an outstretched arm ending in a tightly coiled fist. She struck the overbearing bitch with everything ahe had and had managed to knock the alien right in the cheek, sending her falling to the ground. 


"Let's get the hell out of here!" Eighteen shouted to Bulma but before the blue haired woman could even think to take a step, the giant was already getting back onto her feet and rubbing her cheek.


"Naughty little girls get a spanking!" Tzaras roared.


"Why am I going to get a spanking?! I didn't do anything!" Bulma asked angrily while grabbing the fleece material that clung tightly to her chest just beneath her neck with her right hand out.


"Any bad behavior by one of my daughters will warrant punishment of both of my daughters." Tzaras explained in an angry tone. "Now get your asses over here before you make me really mad!"


"Oh, shit." Eighteen and Bulma murmured simultaneously as the giant's shadow fell upon them.




To Be Continued…