Gohan and Bulma on Planet Namek

The trip to Planet Namek had been one big bummer. At least five of the Dragon Balls were in the hands of this Frieza guy, Vegeta was roaming the planet, and Gohan and Bulma were stuck waiting in a cave. There was no telling when Krillin and the Namekian child, Dende, would return.

A barefoot Gohan found himself staring at a wall for minutes on end. Remaining sane with nothing to do was a cakewalk, but even then, the boy's mind could only stay awake so long. On the red couch behind Gohan lay Bulma, dangling a socked foot off the edge. She dropped her hairbrush to the floor, groaning.

"Man, I'm gonna drive myself crazy staying on this planet."

Gohan's vision remained fixated ahead. Aside from the little in and outs resulting from his breathing, the kid produced no movement.

"Aren't you bored just sitting there?" Bulma asked.

Gohan shook his head. "Not really."

But his eyes told a different story, for they were ready to send him into a deep slumber. Suddenly, a heavy pressure pushed down on Gohan's head. In a heartbeat, he sprung back to life, feeling around for what was touching him.

"Relax, Gohan, it's just my feet."

Bulma lowered a foot onto Gohan's shoulder, guiding his head to that direction. His nose brushed against the fuzzy, yellow sock.

"See?"

Gohan's head darted back to the wall, and his fingers started to play with one another.

"They're just feet. Just feet," he repeated mentally.

Bulma's toes crept down Gohan's neck to his back. The boy let out a squeal as his body tingled. He turned around, now facing the very things he tried to avoid.

"You up for giving me a foot massage?" Bulma asked. "We gotta do something before I die of boredom."

"Y-Yes..."

Gohan had no idea what he was in for.

Bulma smirked, rubbing a foot on his chest before hovering it inches from his face. Her sock wasn't the pure yellow one would expect. No, it looked like it had gone through a chimney, blackened with dirt.

Gohan poked at Bulma's foot. He never imagined he'd be this close to a woman's feet, let alone Bulma's. "Um, how do you give a massage?"

"You just rub them. Like what you'd do if your leg hurt."

A trembling Gohan pushed his thumbs into Bulma's sole. Whether it was simply the texture of the sock or Bulma's actual foot, Gohan couldn't tell. But the foot was exceptionally soft. Bulma put her hands behind her head, letting a sigh out.

"There. You'll get the hang of it."

Gohan continued rubbing Bulma's foot, unknowingly pulling it closer to his face. He folded his lips in his mouth, trying to hide all traces of emotion her feet were giving him.

Bulma pulled her foot back. "Oh, wait a minute." She grasped her sock, yanking the piece of fabric off. Once she did the same with her other foot, Gohan's jaw dropped.

"Much better."

Bulma quickly pushed her foot back to Gohan's face, scrunching her toes.

"Beautiful..." Gohan whispered.

"Huh?"

Flustered, Gohan wrapped his hands around Bulma's foot. "Nothing!"

The shape, combined with the silky texture of Bulma's massive foot, took Gohan's breath away. His body shook like he had been standing in ice-cold rain, with his fingers only slightly creeping along Bulma's soles. The blue-haired woman raised an eyebrow.

"Hey kid, you okay?"

Gohan puckered his lips but snapped back to reality a second later. He nodded, going back to rubbing Bulma's foot like normal. Or at least as normal as he could make it. His small thumbs rubbed circles against Bulma's big toe.

"Do my feet stink or something? You're acting weird."

Gohan's hands ceased moving. A light blush began to emerge onto his pale face.

Bulma hoisted her legs back onto the couch, scooching over to one side. Her legs landed along the rest of the cushions until her feet made their home on the other end.

"Come up here," she said, pointing to her feet.

Gohan waddled over and sat on the couch, with Bulma putting her feet on his lap. Gohan brought his own legs on the couch, spreading them along the sides of Bulma's. His eyes stayed wide open.

"Maybe this'll be easier for you to handle."

Bulma inched one of her feet towards Gohan's face. Her toes wiggled in anticipation for Gohan to continue rubbing her gigantic feet. Gohan remained unresponsive. His black eyes were mesmerised by Bulma's feet. The way her toes wiggled back and forth got the half-Saiyan's blood pumping. Above all else, his whole face was now turning red like a strawberry.

Without warning, Gohan kissed Bulma's sole. Just like that. And he was ready to give her an additional kiss before snapping back to reality. In an instant, his nervous posture turned to fear. Bulma, right across from him, was in a fit of laughter.

"So that's your little problem? You have a thing for feet?"

Gohan shook his head, but Bulma nodded. "Yeah, you do. Nobody else just kisses a pair of feet. Especially if they're all sweaty like mine are."

Bulma lifted herself closer to the boy, trapping his head under both her feet. Ten all-natural toes flexed before him.

"I guess today's your lucky day. 'Cause I don't really care what you do to my feet."

Gohan gasped, interrupted as Bulma's delicate toes swept across his little lips.

"Don't just sit there, now."

She didn't have to tell him twice. Gohan scrunched his nose directly under Bulma's hot toes. Taking in the odour, a moan escaped the boy's lips. Oh, what a powerful scent Bulma's bare feet had.

Bulma folded her arms, stunned at the sight of Gohan eagerly sniffing her stinky feet. At the same time, she pictured what would happen if Chi Chi knew about what her son was doing. A series of rants and violent pictures immediately came to mind. So, Bulma clapped her hands together, getting Gohan's attention.

"How 'bout we keep this whole foot thing a secret, kiddo? Just something for you and me to know."

A little arm stuck out, giving a thumbs-up signal. Then, Gohan opened his mouth and lapped his tongue against Bulma's soles. Each time his tongue ran back into his mouth, he smacked his lips, savouring the heavenly taste. The sweat functioned as a flavour-enhancer, giving Bulma's already-lovely feet a nice hint of salt or lime. As Gohan's body twitched in bliss, his breathing ramped up.

Bulma dipped a few toes into Gohan's mouth. She chuckled, hearing the slurping going on just a few feet away from her. Her toes were having a party, dancing along Gohan's tongue and teeth. As Gohan sucked on Bulma's toes like delicious bits of candy, he slid his slimy tongue in between them. Moaning even harder, he curled his own toes and fingers as he felt the tiny dirt particles and sock lint embrace his taste buds. After swallowing, he went back for another round.

"Yummy..."

With her eyes closed shut, Bulma began to moan herself. Having her pretty feet sucked on was a new experience, but a welcome one. Her toes being in Gohan's warm and wet mouth and the way his tongue would glide against her feet beat any foot massage she had received prior.

One of Bulma's feet had been completely drenched in Gohan's warm saliva. The young boy set his sights on soaking the other one, as well. With a big smile, he showered the foot with passionate kisses. It was like he was making out with Bulma's foot, poking out his tongue every now and then.

Gohan took a long lick from the top of Bulma's sole to the bottom, returning back to the top and repeating the motion. As she got her sole licked, Bulma took her free foot and put it against one of Gohan's feet. Her foot absolutely dwarfed his, but nevertheless she rubbed her foot all over the boy's. Gohan's foot would flinch, but ultimately return the favour by rubbing against Bulma's foot.

After the sole licking, it was time for Bulma's mighty heel to shine. Gohan opened his mouth wide and brought Bulma's heel down. It took a few seconds of adjusting to get it just right, but once it got in, it fit like a glove. Hungry for more, the boy's tongue got to work licking while his mouth handled the suction. And as Bulma's moans got louder, the heel pushed deeper into Gohan's tiny mouth.

Bulma directed her free foot to Gohan's crotch. She pressed down on it like she would a gas pedal. Up, down, up, down.

"Oh... Suck my toes, Gohan."

The boy couldn't have been happier to oblige. He released the heel and shoved Bulma's big toe straight in his mouth, giving it the same love he gave each other toe. While his tongue wrapped around the toe like a frog with its prey, the other toes warmly caressed his reddened cheeks.

As Gohan slurped on those fantastic toes, Bulma whacked her other foot against the boy's crotch at a faster rate. Her large foot smothered Gohan's private areas. Unaware of the distinct pleasure he was getting from below, Gohan fit the rest of Bulma's foot into his mouth, suckling on all five toes and eating the delicious dirt and sock lint that lingered between them.

Bulma wiggled her toes on Gohan's groin, and his moaning intensified. Within a few seconds, a strange feeling washed over the kid. First, his body stopped. Then a mild tremor occurred. Finally, he could feel his penis twitching and having spasms as Bulma's foot continued stroking it through his pants. With her toes still scrunching in his mouth, Gohan gripped the couch cushions and kicked his feet out.

Then everything suddenly felt calm. A wide and smile emerged on Gohan's face as he released Bulma's toes, catching his breath.

"You feeling good?"

Her words fell deaf on Gohan's ears. He instead grabbed those feet once more, running his fingers across the tops of them. Bulma chuckled, turning herself over to where she was on her stomach. She never knew she would have so much fun with Gohan of all people. Shutting her eyes, her toes slowly curled their way back into Gohan's mouth.

"Alright, I think I know how you feel. When we get back to Earth, I might have to make you my little foot rubber or something. How's that sound?"

Gohan's heart skipped a beat. To be a Bulma's magnificent feet whenever she ordered... He took her toes out his mouth, spit dripping past his lips.

"I'd really like that, Bulma."