DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 20 (Christmas Bonus) (Pixiv Fanbox)

With an impressive 17 likes on one of the worst rough drafts I've ever recieved from an artist... you guys have definitely earned this bonus page! I'll be posting a sketch I received from the artist replacing Red Moda on New Year's Eve and I think you guys will be impressed by it. I know I was. Merry Christmas!

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“Where do you think you're going, mom!”

“Trunks…” Bulma whispered her son's name as she gazed up towards the control booth that gave her unruly boy power over both herself and Chi Chi.

The lavender haired boy brought his finger down onto a red button, pressing it down and was rewarded with the sound of a “beep” in confirmation. Trunks grinned, knowing that the button had granted him the ability to divide up his control over all of the mechanical arms in his mother's laboratory. He could continue to spank Goten's mom and capture his mother before she could shut down the machine and run his revenge.

“Trying to sneak off and cause trouble like Goten's mom?” Trunks stared through the glass partition of the control booth directly at his mother, savoring the power he had over her. “I think maybe you should join her…”

“Trunks!!! You little brat!” Bulma shouted at her son at the top of her lungs after she had risen to her feet. The brilliant and enraged inventor didn't care if she was dressed in only a diaper; she was going to unleash her rage up her horrible little hellspawn of a son no matter how foolish she looked. “After I shut this thing down, I'm going to ground you for the rest of your life!!”

“I don't think so, mom.” Trunks smirked to himself as he expertly guided one of the gloved covered hands to gradually approach his mom from behind. The bulbous fingers of the glove reached for the back of Bulma's diaper and grabbed it by the stiff material of the waistband before yanking the boisterous blue haired inventor backwards. “I'm in charge now, and you're the one who is going to be punished.”

“Wha…!!!” Bulma gasped in shock as she suddenly found her lower body being pulled out from underneath her by the back of her diaper. She frantically started to frantically grab at the ground as her center of gravity shifted, causing her face to be only mere inches above the polished floor of her laboratory. “No, No No! I need to get to the emergency over-ride

Trunks quickly tapped on a few buttons, switching his hold over his mother from the back of her diaper to her wrists as the exchange between robotic hands was made in the air, giving the bowl haired boy much more control over his mother. The last thing he needed was the diaper to suddenly rip loose during his mom's desperate attempt to wiggle free from the hands. Now he had her by her wrists and no matter of kicking would save her from joining Goten's mom.

“Let me go! Let me go!” Bulma kept crying out as she swung her legs wildly like a tantrum throwing toddler held in the middle of the air “You stupid thing…!” Bulma started in a defeated tone before another surge of rage consumed her, fueling her fury once more. “You can't do this, I invented this damn machine…!”

To Be Continued…