DBZ Vore

(For CarlosWolfakaDarthrevansith100)

"Man," Chi-Chi grumbled. "You'd think life would be easier after marriage, not harder."

Bulma nodded in agreement. "Right? It's like taking care after three children instead of two."

Videl shot Bulma a puzzled glance. "Hmm. I always thought Vegeta was a mature guy."

Bulma snorted, blue locks swishing with the movement. "Vegeta? Please. The man has an ego and a temper the size of a whole other planet. It's definitely like taking care of three kids."

Videl winced, taking a long sip of tea.

Chi-Chi hummed. "What I wouldn't give to just... have a week off or something. I thought I was done with taking care of children when Gohan grew up and married you."

Videl opened her mouth to respond, but belched instead. She grimaced, patting her chest. " 'Scuse me."

Bulma stood up, suddenly, much to the surprise of the other two. "Hey. What if- what if we just get rid of them?"

Chi-Chi sighed. "Bulma, I'm an older woman, not a stupid one. We married the greatest warriors in the known universe. We can't just... ask them to screw off, and we certainly can't make them either."

"But what if," Bulma said, snapping her fingers with glee. "What if we could?"

Videl's stomach rumbled, and she grimaced, placing a hand on it. "I don't- uhhh, I don't follow."

"There's still a Dragon Ball left, right?" Bulma said, eyes sparkling.

Chi-Chi nodded, slowly understanding. "Yes... Goku keeps it displayed in a glass trophy case."

"Oh, I get it!" Videl exclaimed. "You want us to- to- *BBUUUURRRP* oof, excuse me- wish them away for a week, right?"

Chi-Chi nodded, grimacing slightly and waving Videl's gas away. "I think so, yes. Yes, it's not a bad idea, either!"

She grinned, rubbing her hands together maliciously. "I have the perfect plan. First, we banish them off to... somewhere for a week, somewhere they can't get out of. After the week is up, they magically get transported home with no memories of what happened.

"Well, girls?" Chi-Chi said. "What do you say?"

It was silent, except for a sudden-

"BUUUURRRRRRPPP!"

"Videl!" Chi-Chi snapped, glaring at the girl.

Videl put her hands up in protest. "That wasn't me!"

Another belch, much quieter this time, snapped the others out of their spat.

Bulma sheepishly rubbed her stomach. "Sorry. I think I had a bit too much tea."

"But yeah, that could work," Videl mused. "With the Dragon Balls, we could do anything."

"Precisely," Chi-Chi grinned.

-

The Dragon Ball felt heavy in Bulma's hands. It was close to midnight, time Bulma should have have been spending getting her beauty rest.

"Hush," Chi-Chi hissed. "Don't speak out loud. After this, you'll get to sleep undisturbed for a week."

"So... what exactly should we wish for?" Videl whispered. "I mean, anywhere we wish them, wouldn't they just find a way to come back?"

"Nope," Chi-Chi smiled. "Where they're going, only we'll get to decide when they can leave."

Before either of the girls could respond, Chi-Chi grabbed the ball and made their wish.

-

"Are you out of your mind?!" Shrieked Bulma quietly. "Why would you wish for that? Why in all of the heavens would you wish for that?"

"Calm down," Chi-Chi huffed. "Videl's right, after all. Once I realized that no matter what I thought of, they'd be able to escape in record time, I had to get creative. Besides, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"They'll forget all about it, and they'll come back after a week," Videl tried to assure, although she herself was quite disturbed.

After all, what kind of woman willingly ate her own husband?

"You're insane," Bulma snapped. "You're insane, and there's no way I'm- ohh."

Her stomach rumbled. "Why am I so hungry all of a sudden?"

"That, my dear Bulma, is the power of the Dragon Ball," Chi-Chi said half matter-of-fact, half smug. "You don't really have a choice anymore."

-

Victim #1: Vegeta

It was midnight, and no matter how much of a vigorous training-freak Vegeta was, he still needed sleep.

Bulma silently entered the bedroom, where Vegeta was fast asleep on the bed. Trunks and Bulla were off at a daycare for the next week, so someone discovering her wasn't exactly a concern.

Now, here came the tricky part.

Quiet as a mouse, Bulma tied up Vegeta's hands and ankles together with a rope she'd invented earlier; totally unbreakable. Then, she grabbed a wooden pitt ball and tried to pry open Vegeta's mouth without him waking up.

Of course, this failed.

"Bulma!?" Vegeta asked, shocked. He tugged on the ropes. "What is the meaning of-mmpphhh!"

"Quiet," Bulma said, smirking at her work. "Try not to squirm too much."

Quick as a flash, Bulma opened her mouth -which expanded to a monstrous size; it almost resembled the mouth of a small cave- and shoved Vegeta's entire head inside.

He struggled a bit, but Bulma simply grabbed the back of his shirt and further shoved him down her esophagus, which also expanded to fit the size of... well, Vegeta wasn't really the smallest of figures, let's just say that much.

His skin tickled the inside of her mouth. She licked his sweaty skin, reveling in the feeling.

Soon, she had swallowed his arms and torso, which felt delightfully filling in her mouth. Her saliva coated his bulging muscles, and Vegeta was either so shocked by this or so subtly aroused that he instantly just... relaxed. His legs came next, and Bulma grabbed the soles of his feet, pushing him in further. Her hunger was being satiated with every inch she consumed, and Heavens above, was it a good feeling.

At long last, Bulma had swallowed him whole. Her mouth had returned to it's normal size. Her stomach, which was now the size of... well, Vegeta in a roly-poly like position, was not, in fact it's normal size.


There was a push against the inner walls of her stomach, and Bulma belched in response.

*BHHUUURRPP!*

She grimaced, patting her stomach. "There now. It's just for a week."

Bulma felt her stomach turn, and she belched once more.

*BUURRRPP!*


"Ugh," she muttered, both hands clutching her gargantuan belly. "Why did I think- *BUURRRPP*- t-think that this would be a good idea? it's like being pregnant all over again with twice the downsideuuUUUUUURRRRRPPP!"

And so, with a behemoth belly, gas problems and a satisfied feeling in her belly, Bulma left the house.


-


Victim 2: Goku

Chi-Chi, much to her surprise, had an easy time with her task.

All she'd had to do was tell Goku she was making dinner, and boom! He was up, awake, and trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

The second they were in the dinner table, Chi-Chi had asked to try something. Goku, without having any idea of what she had in mind, agreed.

"Alright. Now, close your eyes and don't open them no matter what you feel. Promise?"

Goku nodded seriously, eyes closing shut. "Promise."

Tying him up after that was no issue.

And, thanks to the Dragon Ball, neither was shoving his unusually musclebound body into her mouth.

Goku tasted like sweat and dirt, much to Chi-Chi's... well, not really disgust, since Chi-Chi did have a fondness for salty food. Mild distaste, maybe?

He didn't protest much, either, the poor fool.

The way he went into Chi-Chi was quite simple, too, like most things involving Goku. Head, shoulders, arms, knees, legs, feet.

Chi-Chi gulped down the last of her husband, and then blinked in shock at the sight of her suddenly gargantuan belly. She felt her belly gurgle, and decided to sleep it off for a few hours.

She wouldn't be meeting Bulma and Videl until much later, after all.

-

Poor Videl. Unlike Bulma and Chi-Chi, she didn't have a simple time at all.

Gohan was intelligent and not so easily gullible, unlike his father. And he was almost never in a vulnerable enough state to put ropes around him.

Sometimes Videl wondered if the man even slept.

Thus, leading her to this unfortunate... situation.

Upon entering opening the front door, Videl saw Chi-Chi- except her stomach was simply enormous.

Instead of greeting her, Chi-Chi froze, then pressed a hand to her stomach, then burped.

*BUUUHHHRRPPP!*

Videl ignored her. "Okay, so, I have Gohan in the kitchen, and he's totally knocked out. It might not last that long. What-what should I do?"

Chi-Chi belched once more, then sighed. "I'll help you."

-

Videl opened her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut. For a few minutes, there was nothing, and then there was the feeling of Gohan's head getting shoved into her mouth.

She choked instinctively, but quickly recovered. Halfway down her throat, Gohan began to thrash a little, making Videl groan. Chi-Chi pushed at his feet, trying to ease him into Videl's belly.

She swallowed his head, shoulders and arms, and a whole bunch of air.

She felt gas rising up in her stomach, but her mouth was blocked, so it just kept bubbling.

Gohan's torso and legs went down, and Videl grabbed at her throat. Chi-Chi gave one final push, and Gohan was consumed.

"Well?" Chi-Chi asked.

Videl pounded at her chest and belched.


*BHHUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!*


-


Hours later, Videl, Chi-Chi and Bulma were all seated inside Chi-Chi's home, sipping tea around the table.

"Gosh, you should've felt it," Bulma said, downing a cup of tea. "Who knew that hands down your throat could feel so- so- *BUUHHHRRRPPP!*"

Videl snickered. "Yeah, I'll drink to that. *BUUURRRPP!*"

Chi-Chi moved her massive stomach a bit and pushed over her teacup. She cursed.

"Ugh, I don't know if I can take another- *BBUUURRRRPPP!* - another week of this."

Videl patted her stomach, shivering at the feeling of Gohan's hands, not fully digested yet, pressing against her stomach.

"I dunno. It's not that bad."

Bulma belched loudly, then glared down at her bulging stomach. "Speak for yourself. I feel so good, but there's no way I can go out like this."

Videl put a fist to her mouth, burped, then spoke. "Really, it's not that bad. We can just chill out over here and eat lots of snacks. Sure, the constant gas might be a downside, but at least we don't have any responsibilities to worry about! We're finally in charge!"

"*BUUURRRRP!* Oooh, that was loud. I'll drink to that!" Chi-Chi cheered.

"Here-here!" exclaimed Bulma.

The following week was composed of lots of eating, lots of burping, and due to their gargantuan stomachs, not a whole lot of moving around. But if you asked any of them, at any time, about it, they'd all tell you it was the most relaxing time of their lives.