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The Princess of Saiyans
🕑 Added 2022-07-31 02:02:21 +0000 UTCA Patreon comission Dragon Ball Super fan fiction.
CHAPTER ONE
“FINAL FLASH”Vegeta screamed with a mighty roar, unleashing a blinding ray of light that exploded over the arena. The blast completely trounced his opponent who was left a smouldering heap. They barely had enough life force to be dragged from what was left of the stage by The Announcer. It had become a continuing pattern where the tournament would be delayed while the arena was repaired after each of Vegetas fights. He had been holding back but none of his competitors had been a match for the Prince of Saiyans and thus each fight ended quickly with not even a hit having been landed on him. After each fight Vegeta would casually walk off and retreat to his room until the next day where he would fight the next opponent.
He offered no care or respect for anyone else in the event it was a cake walk. Honestly he wouldn’t even have joined it if it didn’t offer him some kind of ego boost. Goku was off training with Jiren and Whis had whisked them away to Universe 11. Vegeta had approached Beerus in anger and demanded he call them back so he could join them, perpetuating that it was his right to fight being the mightiest of all Saiyans. Of course Beerus had refused his proposal threatening to destroy Bulmas lab back on earth if he dare interrupt even one more moment of his sleep.
Angrily he had retreated away from the destroyer god only because he feared the wrath of his wife more than the destruction of Earth. Bulma had merely mentioned the event in passing as Hercule had brought up multiple times how he wished he could compete this year but was unable due to an apparent sore back. She had intended to go as for the first time the event had been opened to off worlders and she wanted to do some research on potential future fighters they had yet to meet.
At the mention of her intention to attend Vegeta scoffed. “Alright I’ll go quit nagging me.”
Bluma rebutted that she never intended for him to come but if insisted he could tag along if he didn’t spend the whole trip being a nagging ass. She was unaware that he was going to participate otherwise she would have put her foot down and refused. She knew how her husband got in the face of competition, how his ego became completely elevated after winning even if his opponents were completely outclassed. It was the same attitude he had whenever he sparred with Trunks and Goten.
The trip had gone pretty much the way she expected he would on his insistence at tagging along. It was almost impossible to get any data from the fights; he would completely destroy anyone he versed. The fights he wasn’t part of were played on cracked arenas with uneasy opponents, his presence had put all the participants on edge and many had pulled out. There was one person though that happen to grip her attention. She was undefeated too and making her way through the stages in the same way Vegeta had. But there was something unusual of her fighting stance, it reminded her of the maidens from the tournament of power but there was something different about it.
It was elegant but fierce and she was really confused about what was happening to her opponents during the match. One moment they looked fine trading blow for blow, but suddenly they would start to tire and appear weaker. Like their strength was being drained away from them during the fight. Her first thought was that she was some kind of vampire but the fact the matches were during the day time quickly put that theory to rest. She grew more and more tantalising as Bulma watched her fights, she simply boiled down her obsession to mere curiosity. Researching fighters was important work, after the amount of times Earth had come so close to being completely destroyed they needed to be ahead of it for once instead of scraping by the skin of their teeth.
The Announcer would regail the strange female fighters name as The Pamperess, the name bore no familiarities to her. She tried researching anything on the fighter but couldn’t come up with any solutions. Perhaps she was an Android but Dr. Gero was long gone and she couldn’t think of anyone else that would have the technical knowhow to create such an advanced fighter. She had gone to Vegeta practically begging him to come along and watch one of her fights, but the stubborn Saiyan Prince outright refused.
“Why bother wasting my time when no one here comes even the slightest bit close to comparing to me.”
“Would you for once stop boasting about how great you are and take something seriously!” Bulma cried.
Vegeta simply scoffed and waved her off before flying off the balcony into the night. Bulma fell to the bed in exasperation; her stubborn husband would be the death of her she was sure of it.
She didn’t bother turning up for Vegetas last fight before the finale she could hear the result before The Announcer had even finishing introducing his opponent an explosion rocked through the stadium shaking the walls of their hotel. She did make sure she had front row seats for the Pamperess final fight though. Her opponent was nothing to scoff at; he was twice her size and quite overly muscular but with the speed to match. She would honestly have picked him to win if it wasn’t for the fact she couldn’t pinpoint where this woman’s strength came from. Her previous opponents had been left babbling messes as they were escorted from the arena, one had even soiled himself.
She basked in the glory though, but it was different from the way Vegeta did there was much more grace in her own. The bragging was subtle and it was more like she was being thankful for her adoring fans for cheering you on. Even Bulma couldn’t help rising up and cheering at the end of the fight when she was crowned victorious and moving on to the final against Vegeta. The only idea that Bulma could come up with in the end was somehow her power came from syphoning the strength away from the opponent whenever they fought her. She had seen similar strategies before and she wasn’t sure this was exactly the same but it was the only theory she could come up with. Being the caring wife she was she went to Vegeta to offer the information she had gathered.
“I DON”T WAN’T TO HEAR IT BULMA!” He snapped.
“IM JUST TRYING TO HELP!” She snapped back.
He refused to listen; any advice that came from her was unnecessary Vegeta saw himself without equal. Part of her hoped he would lost the final fight, take him down a peg but honestly she didn’t see how that could happen.
The morning of the fight Vegeta arrived at the last second, turning up neither late nor early. Bulma sat in the stands shaking her head at her husband stubbornness, wishing he heeded her advice.
“AND NOWWWWWW FOR THE MAIN EVENT.” The Announcers voice boomed across the speakers.
Before Vegeta could even be announced he cut him off and stared down the Pamperess.
“You ready.” He said, charging up an energy blast in his hand.
She looked back at him confidently with a coy smirk she sneered back at him.
“I think it’s time someone taught you some manners.”
Vegeta chuckled. “Let’s just make this quick shall we.”
He threw the energy ball straight at her; The Announcer barely had enough time to dive avoiding the blast. As the explosion settled, Vegeta suddenly felt less cocky as he saw her standing there completely unscathed.
“Hmmph, try this THEN.”
Balls of energy erupted towards her, encapsulating the arena with a fiery glow. The arena cracked as the whole place started to shake apart, everyone in the stands groaned and cried as they shook from the energy’s strength. Even Bulma had difficulty keeping her bearings as she shouted for Vegeta to knock it off.
Finally he relented looking like he barely broke a sweat, he cackled as he looked over realising there may be nothing left of her. Eventually the dust began to settle and somehow Vegeta managed to see the silhouette of a woman through all the rubble.
‘It can’t be.’ He thought to himself.
Just as he began to get a clearer picture of her he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
“GAHH.” He cried out in pain, gasping for breath.
It felt like all his life force was being sucked out of him and he was powerless to stop it. He could barely keep his head up enough to watch The Pamperess striding over to him, her heels clacking away against the crumbled floor.
“Well…well…well looks like this will be easier than I thought.” She taunted.
In sheer anger Vegeta found the strength to raise his arm and shoot off another beam of light. The Pamperess didn’t even try and dodge; she took the full brunt of the blast.
It was then that Vegeta clearly saw what she was capable of. It was if her size grew when the energy hit her, she had absorbed it. Her chest was bigger, her size more imposing completely rounding her off. But that wasn’t the worst of it, Vegeta looked down at his arms and it almost looked like he had lost muscle strength from the attack.
“W…what’s going on?” He said, feeling fear for the first time in a fight for a long time, grinning through his teeth in pain as he spoke.
The Pamperess cackled manically getting her chest right up close to Vegeta.
“I’ve taken your strength.” She said confidently. “Soon you will have nothing left, it’s pointless to resist, and the more you give the more I take.”
Ofcourse Vegeta being as stubborn as ever, tried rallying up all his strength he could muster. His hair started to change yellow as he went Super Saiyan but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t finish the transformation.
“VEGETA STOP.” Bulma shouted from the stands. “CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE JUST MAKING HER STRONGER, JUST GIVE UP.”
Vegeta blocked her out. “I won’t lose.” He said, his voice getting progressively weaker.
But as he used up all her energy he watched as it went straight to her body. She stood still laughing as her breasts grew so large they pushed squarly up against his face. Her ass grew at a similar rate though with Vegetas face encapsulated between her breasts he would not have noticed.
“GET YOUR BREASTS AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND YOU HUSSY.” Bulma shouted again with anger.
She dared not interrupt the fight though, opting to remain seated and making a mental note to scold her husband furiously for his actions.
“And now you will see why the call me The Pamperess.” She decreed. Pulling a large pampers diapers seemingly out of nowhere with a cute motif drawing of Shenron over the front of it.
Vegeta looked on in disbelief. “Who aw yooooo.” His voice lisped.
He was even losing his ability to talk, just as he realised that he felt something warm running between his legs.
“Awwwww.” The Pamperess cooed. “Looks like I was a little bit late getting you changed, mummy is sorry about that.”
Mummy? Who on Earth did this woman think she was speaking with? “I’m Veggi pwince ov seeyans.”
And with that The Pamperess threw Vegeta onto his back. She barely moved a muscle and even though the fall was so short he still felt a piercing pain aching through his entire body from the impact.
As Vegeta looked up at the woman, he got a clear picture now of her size, her large breasts loomed over him. He managed to look down at his weaken form, his muscles had shrunk and if he was to guess he even felt slightly shorter. His training shirt had somehow shrunk as well pulling tighter against his body.
In one fell swoop that was no longer an issue; The Pamperess pulled all the clothing from his body. Vegeta was left completely naked; the Prince had never before been this humiliated. The audience looked on in shock, their faces sporting expressions of utter disbelief. Even Bulma was lost for words at what she was witnessing.
“None of my other opponents gave me as much strength as you did, they didn’t come close.” The Pamperess continued, teasing the diaper in one hand. “You’re something special Vegeta, I’ve decided I’m going to keep you.”
Vegeta was unable to resist, even the slightest amount of strength had left his body. He was a crumpled up mess, lying against the concrete floor he could only look up with tears in his eyes at what was about to befall him. The Pamperess zapped a cool cream and coated his genitals quickly following up with a dusting of baby powder. The crowd’s vibe started to change and they each began to laugh at the emasculated man who was supposed to be the most powerful being on earth as he kept declaring. Bulma sat there humiliated as she watched her husband, the Prince of Saiyans being changed into an oversized infant’s diaper.
Vegeta blubbered as the final tape was pulled shut and The Pamperess gave the front of his diaper a satisfying pat. It crinkled and a small cloud of powder erupted from the sides.
“There now when you have your accident’s little prince the diaper will keep you nice and dry.”
Vegeta was a mess, he didn’t even know what to do or how to act, and he needed to get out of this situation. What if someone else found out about this what if Goku……
Before he could even piece out the potential humiliation he may suffer, The Pamperess pulled him up and cradled him between her breasts. She walked triumphantly over the arena towards where Bulma was seated.
“Ahhhh, oh yeah congratulations to our victor?” The Announcer said, completely unsure of himself.
The Pamperess no longer cared for the competition; she had gotten what she wanted. She stood before Bulma with a wicked smirk over her face as she stared her down.
“What have you done to my husband?” Bulma asked in shock and disbelief.
“I think you better come with me, unless you want to completely abandon what’s left of him. To be honest I wouldn’t blame you.”
Bulma shivered in fear, but she nodded and followed the woman as she cradled her diapered husband while the crowd looked on laughing and taunting them.
CHAPTER TWO
Bulma wasn’t sure what to do; she meekly went along with The Pamperess and accompanied her back to her ship. She tried to find the willpower to resist and run, sure she would be abandoning Vegeta but it would give her a chance to find backup.
Goku would be too hard to contact if he was off world but Gohan and Piccolo would surely be able to help. They weren’t stubborn like her numbskull husband, if she gave them a heads up what they were facing they could devise a plan to save him.
All of it was kind of a moot point right now and until she found a way to break away from whatever spells The Pamperess had put her under Bulma would have no choice but to follow along.
The ship was quite modest only enough size to seat a pilot and co-pilot, she wondered where she expected Vegeta to go but realised in horror she had already figured that one out.
The Pamperess nonchalantly dumped him off inside a crib with the rails up high; she sealed a roof shut effectively trapping her husband inside. The bars were wooden and looked remarkably feeble; anyone could break out of there. But she saw how weak Vegeta had become and realised he wouldn’t have any hope, he now had the strength of an infant.
“My my, what a precious little Saiyan Prince you are.”
Bulma looked up fearfully had The Pamperess planned this all along, how did she know about the existence of Saiyans?
“SIT.” She commanded.
With no control over her own body Bulma sat down and strapped herself into the seat.
Watching The Pamperess start her ship up, Bulma realised she finally had some control over herself and spoke up.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HUSBAND?” She shouted, desperately tugging at the straps holding her to her seat in vain.
The Pamperess chuckled, she was not the least bit concerned that Bulma might break free.
“I’ve put him in his rightful place, why? Don’t you like what I’ve done to your husband?”
Bulma turned back to Vegeta, he was docile now and sucking on his thumb but she noticed the faintest glow of yellow streaking his hair.
‘Come on Vegeta, you can do it.’ She told herself, putting all her faith into her husband to break free from the spell.
Finally as it looked like he was about to reach Super Saiyan, Bulma turned to the Pamperess.
“Oh you’re in for it now.” She said confidently.
“Do you really think so?” The Pamperess said with a wicked grin, not even turning her attention away from steering the ship.
“NRGHHHH” Vegeta cried out in agony.
Bulma watched with dread as the crib Vegeta was trapped in seemed to absorb whatever energy he had left.
“AHAHAH You really thought that would work.” The Pamperess said tauntingly.
Soon a loud hissing filled the room and Bulma realised Vegeta was wetting his diaper.
“Looks like the baby needs his diaper changed, Bulma would you be a dear.”
Bulma shook her head. “DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I WOULD…”
But the decision was already made for her as she finally managed to unfasten her straps and walked over to her infantilized husband.
The Pamperess switched the ship over to auto pilot and followed Bulma, producing another magical diaper as if she ripped it from the air. She handed it to Bulma who watched wide eyed as the crib transformed itself into a changing table, removing the railing Vegeta lay limply with his wet diaper clearly on view.
“I don’t even need to use the restraints on him just look how quickly he’s fallen, remarkable.” Even The Pamperess was surprised how easily she had brought down such a powerful warrior.
With no control over her own body Bulma was practically a passenger as she watched herself remove the tapes on her husband’s soggy diaper. As soon as his genitals were exposed to the air his penis while having lost most of its size, stood firmly at attention.
The Pamperess giggled. “My, that just won’t do now; we can’t have that little thing getting in the way of any future diaper changes.”
Once again Bulma was forced to watch in horror as this busty tramp placed her hand over his groin.
“JUST WHATS THE BIG IDEA.” Bulma managed to cry out.
An energy spark emanated across his lowers and Vegeta screamed. As his voice boomed it got higher and higher until eventually he was shrieking like a little girl. Throughout the whole experience The Pamperess body continued to grow, her chest and ass expanded as she absorbed his energy. She even grew in height until her head almost touched the roof of the ship.
Bulma was terrified at this woman’s strength, there seemed to be no limit and she was only getting stronger the more of her husband’s energy she took.
Finally The Pamperess withdrew her hand and Bulma was aghast at what she saw, or rather the lack of. Vegeta’s penis was gone and in its place a tight hairless slit, somehow she had given her husband a Vagina.
“Whhhh….whyyy…did you?” Bulma stuttered in shock.
“A baby girl is much more suitable, trust me this will be much better for all of us.”
The Pamperess put her arm around Bulma and enveloped her in a maternal glow. Some of the energy she had stolen from Vegeta was beginning to rub off on her. Now with her own free will Bulma found herself changing his diaper, or rather changing her diaper.
Throughout this whole ordeal Vegeta was well aware of what was happening to him. He could do nothing to react, but through his own eyes he watched unable to resist as he was gradually been changed and regressed into a baby girl.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, something the Saiyan Prince would never thought he was capable of. The only emotion he knew was anger; it fuelled him and pushed him to be the strongest. But now he was reduced to this weakling and watched in dismay as his wife changed him into a fresh diaper. He could feel the cool diaper cream covering his groin before she dusted him generously with baby powder.
Throughout the entire process The Pamperess cooed and toyed with his little feet. He could feel everything, every touch and hear every sound but something was preventing him from having any control over his actions.
The fresh diaper was thicker than the first he realised, all he could do was hope that he would be able to bide his time and recover his strength to get his revenge against this sick woman. She would know the full fury of his wrath when he got his strength back.
This wasn’t the first time he had been powerless and at the mercy of someone else. When he was under Babidis control it only made him stronger and he used that power to push his limits even further. Vegeta was sure given enough patience and time he would turn The Pamperess’s own strength against her.
At least that’s what he was telling himself, perhaps it was all just a coping mechanism he was never the type to admit any weakness or surrender in defeat. It was hard to hold out for any hope of escaping any time soon though. Bulma seemed equally under her spell but at least she didn’t look to be suffering as he was.
“Excellent job Bulma you’re a natural.” The Pamperess exclaimed excitedly, revelling in how well she managed to change Vegeta’s diaper.
“In fact you did so well I think you can handle this next part on your own.”
The Pamperess grabbed Bulma and pulled her tightly into her ever growing chest. She was quickly smothered as the woman’s ample bosom practically enveloped her between her tits. Bulma could feel something changing; she wanted to scream but the warm flesh pushing tightly against her prevented any sound escaping.
Just as she thought she would pass out The Pamperess relinquished her grip and pushed Bulma away. She quickly realised right away the changes that had happened to her body. Her own breasts had grown exponentially not to the degree of The Pamperess’s but they were significantly huge in their own right. So big in fact that her shirt had busted at the seams, tearing away along with her bra that had completely snapped off.
Her exposed chest now hovered over her freshly diapered husband and a single drop of milk escaped from her tit and landed on his lips. Without any control Vegeta’s tongue lashed at the drop and lapped it up eagerly.
“Well it looks like someone’s hungry, just in time too.” The Pamperess declared.
Bulma didn’t even need to be convinced, seemingly through her own free will she pulled Vegeta from the changing table and cradled him against her chest. It all felt natural as she walked back over to her seat and held him in her lap.
Vegeta was screaming internally the whole time as he realised the fate about to befall him. His thoughts did nothing to stop what happened next and his mouth quickly latched onto his wife’s new breasts.
He suckled eagerly and quickly, like what would be expected of any large greedy baby. He was wide eyed the entire time as he drained the milk from her body. He couldn’t even comprehend a lower point in his life; this was worse than losing to Goku a thousand times over.
Bulma on the other hand was ecstatic, this was a feeling she never thought she would be subjected too. It was overwhelming and drove her to ecstasy, her whole body was gushing as her infantilised husband sucked at her tit. This was unlike anything she had ever felt, she couldn’t even compare it to what she experienced with Trunks as an infant. It was arousing her to know end and she could feel warmth quickly heating up her thighs, the longer he fed the more intense the feeling got.
“Mhmmmmmm.” Bulma groaned.
Even The Pamperess was seemingly enjoying the show. Her whole body glowed with a vibrant purple hue, like she was experiencing some truly intense power from what was happening.
Soon she began to groan in time with Bulma and she realised that whatever she experienced with Vegeta The Pamperess shared in that too.
Both women were practically screaming in pleasure while Vegeta felt nothing akin to it. All his body was doing was drinking on command; he was basically trapped behind his own eyes. Forced to endure everything while he could do nothing to stop it, he wasn’t even feeling any enjoyment from it like his wife obviously was.
He couldn’t even tell that as the sweet tasting milk ran down his throat with such velocity he was filling his diaper with fresh urine. It would almost have seemed the smart choice for The Pamperess to have made him wear a thicker diaper, the rate he was soaking his padding it would soon reach capacity.
Finally Bulma removed him from her breast and Vegeta realised it was over. The feeling was fleeting however when she practically smothered him into her other breast and again the process continued.
Time was absent in the ship and no one had any idea how long had passed since Vegeta had begun his feeding. Even The Pamperess was oblivious to it, too engorged with the power and sexual feelings she was experiencing as the energy of the Sayian Prince engulfed her senses.
Finally the flow stemmed to a halt and Vegeta automatically unlatched from Bulma’s breast. He was a sight for sorry eyes, his diaper had overflowed and piss had leaked out and covered Bulma’s pants covering the floor of the ship.
She smiled down at her weakling of a husband, almost like she suddenly relished the new switch ofthe power dynamic between them.
She was a strong woman for sure, but compared to the power that her Saiyan husband possessed she was nothing. This was almost a fitting comparison between the strength of a human and Saiyan but now it had ultimately been reversed and she was finally realising that.
Thoughts of stopping this mad treatment and saving her husband had gone; quickly replaced with joy at the ecstasy she was feeling. She realised that her own juices had soaked her pants almost as much as her husbands had, never had she experienced such a powerful orgasm before, nothing would have ever come close.
Vegeta realised that something had changed in his wife suddenly, he felt fearful as he looked up into her eyes and saw a spark of something new. He couldn’t remember being so afraid especially never of any human, a life form he considered pathetic and incomparable to the power of a Saiyan. But now looking up at her and realising how helpless he truly was he started to cry.
The tears ran freely down his cheeks as he sobbed and soon he was whining like a little baby girl.
“Awwww Princess, don’t cry.” Bulma cooed.
The Pamperess cackled wildly at Vegetas outburst and Bulma’s choice of words. She truly had outdone herself with him, she had never imagined she would hold this much power before. This was proof that she was capable of so much more, was there any limit to what she could accomplish.
It would have to wait she realised as her ship began its landing sequence. They were arriving at her planet and she couldn’t wait to parade her conquest through the streets as she brought Vegeta back to her place to begin his new life. She wasn’t sure before but after what she had just now experienced she had decided to keep Bulma around. She made a mental note that Vegeta would be an unacceptable name for a baby girl. She would have to think of something else, something more befitting to his new life.
Soon his transformation would be complete; she would allow him to keep his memories and thoughts. But he would never have control over his own actions again; he would remain a passenger in his own body as it acted on instinct like any other infant would do. He was her conquest; her crowning achievement soon the Prince of Saiyans would be reborn.
She would be Veggie her diaper girl, she cackled evilly as she watched Bulma coddle him and sooth his crying. His tears were sapping away at the last of his strength and she could still feel his energy enter her body, his fate was sealed and there would be no escape.
CHAPTER THREE
As the days moved forward there were still no signs that Vegeta would break free from the spell. The Pamperess had completely broken the once proud Saiyan Prince now she had become Veggie the little diaper girl.
He, now her memories were still intact and she was fully aware of all her surroundings. That made things even worse for poor little Veggie, she was forced to endure endless hours of torture. Being beat constantly to the brink of death would have been infinitely better than being forced to endure the humiliating life of a newborn baby girl.
Bulma had completely grown into her new role, she was so infatuated with The Pamperess that Veggie would hear them making love with each other in the room next to her new nursery. Bulma had betrayed him and he would never forgive that betrayal. He had to believe that she was also under her spell but more often he would see her acting how she normally would and he realised that she had chosen to support this new life for the two of them.
The two busty women would take turns feeding him; no longer did he have the luxury of eating solid foods. He wasn’t even able to drink from a bottle; all his meals came directly from the source. Multiple times a day he would be pushed up against their naked breasts and uncontrollably he would latch on and suckle at the sweet tasting milk. It was even worse that he lavished the taste of their milk; he was sure that there was something in there that was sapping at his strength preventing him from regaining his powers.
Bath time was also enforced by the two matriarchs; she would helplessly splash around while they bathed her often joining her inside the bathtub. Veggie was never this close and intimate with Bulma even back when things were normal between the two of them.
Nothing was worse than the routine diaper changes; she had long lost all control over her bodily functions. Veggie openly pissed and shit into her diaper without any clue it had happened until she felt the sickly feeling bundling down between her legs. She would bawl and wail each time until one of the two women came over to check her diaper. They would coo and pinch her cheeks, laughing manically as they emasculated her with their childish taunts.
Veggie dreaded the thought that this would all become permanent she kept clinging onto hope that there would be some way to reverse all of the changes, leaving it as a sick twisted memory she would have to find some way to repress or forget it had ever happened.
“Vegggieeee rise and shine.” Bulma said cheerfully as she strode into her regressed husbands nursery.
Veggie’s eyes slowly fluttered open and she lay there unable to move through her own fruition. Bulma bounded over and Veggie could see the pink see-through nightgown she wore that barely covered anything. Her breasts had grown astoundingly quickly as she shared in the energy with The Pamperess that had once belonged to her. They were so humongous that they dwarfed poor Veggie looking like they would be quite able to crush her new infantile body.
She hummed and cooed as she picked her up from the crib and carried her over to the changing table. The pink fluffy onesie that she had been strapped into the night before was pulled from her body revealing her soaked diaper. At least she hadn’t messed herself last night, Veggie realised.
Bulma hummed merrily as the diaper was untapped exposing Veggies new girlhood to her.
“I’m still not used to seeing that.” She giggled.
Using a wipe she gently cleared away the stale pee from between her legs and quickly produced a fresh diaper from the stack. Before she had even had the chance to pull it beneath Veggie she let loose a stream of wee soaking the plastic covering of the changing table.
“Ohhhh Veggie, how could I even be mad at you babies like you have no control do they.” Bulma cooed.
Veggie kept wishing for death, at least if he could go to the afterlife then perhaps he would regain his old body and could find a way to return. If Goku and Freiza could do it then he surely would find no difficulty with the task. While she envisioned the potential reprieve she hadn’t even noticed the fresh diaper being slid underneath her and tapped up. Her diaper changes had become such a major part of her routine she was starting to not even notice they were happening even though they were arguably the most humiliating part of her new life.
Veggie even struggled keeping her eyes open sometimes and today was one of those days. As her eyes fluttered she realised she was being brought into the outside training room where The Pamperess was using training dummies to test her newfound powers.
“AYAAAAAAAAAAA.” A giant beam of red energy came screaming out of her and incinerated the area.
“Honey Veggie needs a feed.” Bulma called out to her.
The busty giantess turned around with a smirk, she had hardly broken a sweat from that fantastic display of power.
She strode over confidently and pulled Veggie out from Bulmas clutches.
“Aren’t you a lucky baby girl, looks like it’s my turn to feed our little princess.”
Her voice was both sickly sweet and condescending.
With a sinister grin she pushed Veggie up against one of her enormous breasts and she eagerly latched on.
“Mhmmmm I never get tired of that feeling, so much power.”
Veggie could only listen as The Pamperess spoke.
“I never knew a mortal could possess such strength and willpower, even after everything I have done to you and your body it’s like there is still some part of you fighting and trying to regain some level of strength.”
She let Veggie suckle at her tit before finally unlatching her and pulling her against her other breast.
For a moment Veggie caught sight of her own reflection in the frames of the Pamperess sunglasses and realised she had been dressed in a pink toddler dress with the short hemline completely failing to cover any part of her thick diaper.
“You Saiyan’s truly are remarkable, just think of all the wonderful things I am capable of now that I have your strength. Bulma mentioned there were others like you, even one who is more powerful. Maybe I will capture them and you could have baby sister would you like that?”
Veggies fury grew deep within her, even with the diminished powers and without any control over herself somewhere part of her screamed out in anger.
“Ohhhhhh myyyy.”The Pamperess threw her head up and bit her lip in ecstasy. “You never cease to surprise me Veggie.”
The feeding continued until The Pamperess had been completely drained and Veggies belly had grown full with the woman’s breast milk. She had no idea she had been completely saturating her diaper with the belly full of milk until Bulma had seen the droopy diaper hanging low beneath her dress.
“Looks like someone has giving her diaper a thorough soaking.” She beamed at her new daughter.
Both women chuckled and brought her back to the nursery to change her diaper.
They continued to fawn over Veggie as they got intimate with each other. It wouldn’t be the first time Veggie would be forced to endure one of their lovemaking sessions in her company. Sometimes they had no control over themselves and would surrender to pleasure, making the poor baby Saiyan even more miserable than she already was.
Their huge busts bounced against one another as they stripped away their clothing and Veggie was forced to bear witness to the two naked forms grinding against one another. Bulma giggled as she quickly realised Veggie was sitting there still dressed in her soggy diaper.
“Sorry princess let mommy get that for you.”
The Pamperess watched lovingly from over her shoulder as she pushed against Bulma causing her to moan in pleasure. The display continued until finally Veggie was back in a clean diaper. The two women fondled over each other as Bulma put Veggie back in her crib. They kissed passionately and moaned as they explored each other’s bodies.
Finally The Pamperess acknowledged Veggie and walked over to her crib with Bulma by her side.
“You know I just realised we haven’t heard what Veggie thinks about her new life.”
Suddenly the room shook and a powerful violet glow emanated between her out stretched hand and Veggie.
Realising she had been snapped out of the spell regaining the tiniest bit of her strength to hobble around and speak she cried out.
“LET ME FREE WOMAN.”Although it sounded more adorable and sweet than intended now that Veggie had the voice of a little girl.
The two women cackled as Veggie tried rolling around and getting more control over her motor functions.
“I SWEAR YOU WILL REGRET ALL OF THIS I WILL END YOU.” Veggie looked up at Bulma. “BULMA WHY WONT YOU STOP THIS.”
The outburst had become too much for Veggies weak little body and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Bulma looked down at Veggie with a sinister smile across her face. “Vegeta you were never the man you were supposed to be, you never ceased to belittle me or take me for granted.”
Veggie sat there sulkily while Bulma continued to chastise her former husband.
“You would lord your strength over me and call me weak like I was some sort of baby that needed constant protection, which is kind of ironic now don’t you think.”
Both women cackled wildly as the heat rose up Veggie’s cheeks.
“Now look at you, if you had just listened to me you would never have been in this position but as usual you let your ego take control and look where it’s landed you.”
She teasingly prodded the diaper between her legs.
“Your just a wittle bitty baby girl.” She cooed. “What happened to the mighty Saiyan warrior I fell in love with huh?”
“I will get my strength back woman, and when I do you will regret this betrayal.” Veggie seethed.
Although it was hard for either women to take the threat seriously considering it was coming from a baby girl with a diaper that looked like was getting wetter by the moment.
“You really think you are in any position to make threats Vegeta? Can you even tell you’re pissing your diaper?” Bulma asked.
Veggie looked down and cringed.
“I….I know I’m not some baby.”
“So you’re choosing to wee yourself like a baby then huh?” Bulma smirked.
The Pamperess had taken a seat against the railings of Veggies crib, her massive bare ass making it look like it might collapse under its weight at any moment.
“Veggie just admit you’re so much better like this then you were as a Prince, there isn’t any more competitions to worry about you are our number one baby princess!” She clapped her hands together condescendingly.
“Please let me go.” Veggie begged.
Both women looked at each other with huge smiles before turning back to the little baby.
“Vegeta did I just hear you beg.” Bulma grinned.
“Please I beg you, reverse everything and free me from this nightmare.” The tears began rolling down Veggies cheeks.
Bulma looked like she might take pity on her. “Awww Veggie of course I can do that for you princess.”
Veggie looked up at the two women suddenly feeling more hopeful.
“Pamperess sweetheart, can you make it so my once proud husband forgets who he ever was.”
“NOOOO.” Veggie cried out. “YOU CAN’T.”
The Pamperess chuckled. “Of course I can sweet dreams Vegeta, I promise without your memories holding you back you will be the sweetest baby girl you can be.”
As a pink haze began to cloud her mind Veggie fell back into a deep sleep, all thoughts of being a once proud warrior quickly drifted away. Replaced with memories of being the best little baby girl for her two proud mommies.
