Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Trying ( Chapter 11 )

Vegeta glanced at the alarm beside his bed, which indicated 4:00AM in bright red digits. He growled, knowing that he needed to go train. The fact was that he was suffering from a horrible mood. Vegeta wasn't lazy but he extremely valued his sleep, at least the few hours he would manage to get. Currently, it was where the problem laid; he hadn't gotten any. He had managed to close his eyes and sleep for about twenty to thirty minutes, but nothing more than that. Oh, but he knew why; this was that damn woman's entire fault. Her, her hug and her wretched outfits. Vegeta didn't know what the hell had gotten into her, but he didn't like it.

He was letting all of her actions, and tricks get to him, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't block her from his mind. He had slept on the matter and realized that he knew he didn't care for the woman. He had no feelings what so ever towards Bulma, and it wasn't about to change. Yes, that was it. And the effect she did manage to cause on him was because of something else. After the reaction he had the night before, he had a feeling he knew why. It was only her body. The woman's body was having an effect on his. There was nothing really bad with that, after she wasn't ugly, although she wasn't pretty. He hadn't really been with a woman, and all those contacts, which he despised, were having an effect on his body, not him.

Yes, that was it. It was a reaction coming from his body, and his body alone. He didn't care about her, not that it really mattered anyway. Plus, he had been surprise yesterday, which is why his reaction had been laced with emotions. Now that he knew he could react that way, all he had to do was control himself better the next time. He had gone through worst thing in the past, and obviously he could control his body from reacting to hers without any problem. It should be an easy task, although perhaps he should practice?

Vegeta could still remember Bulma's red face when she had ran into the house after falling on him. Maybe the woman wouldn't mind that much if he use her to test his ability to control himself. After all, he didn't care if he used her, and if she didn't know, she couldn't bitch about it right? Vegeta smirked before putting his usual black spandex shorts on. Knowing her, she would either be too surprised to react, or she wouldn't even realized what he was doing. Plus, she didn't need to know he wanted to test his control around her. It would probably make her more full of herself.

Although, now wasn't the time to focus on Bulma. He needed to train, and it came before everything else. He had to admit though that he had felt quite angry the whole night, and once again, it was Bulma's fault. Right now, what he wanted the most was to take his anger out in fighting. He could probably blow up a couple of electronic devices Bulma built for him to get rid of his current rage. After all, it would teach her to do all those things; she would have to build more. He smirked, the more he thought about it, the more he liked his idea.

Vegeta grabbed a towel that was on the floor, and threw it over his shoulder. As he walked down the hall, he noticed Bulma's bedroom door that was half opened. It shouldn't matter, and he shouldn't care, but he was still curious. The woman was very bitchy when it came to her own privacy, which let him to wonder, why was her door open? Vegeta decided to walk toward her room, and when he reached it, he stopped for a second. Should he look inside? He shrugged his shoulders, as he pushed the door slightly to open it a little more.

As Vegeta looked inside, he noticed that Bulma was in fact sleeping. Maybe she had stayed up working on some projects, and didn't pay attention to her door. She could be quite ditsy sometimes, so it wouldn't have surprised him. Then, he would have walked away if he hadn't look at her. That had been his mistake. The covers weren't really covering her body; they stop right above her ankles, and it was obvious she had simply undress, and threw herself on the bed. She was wearing a pair of tiny blue underwear, and a red small top. Since Bulma was lying on her back, Vegeta was getting a very good view of her ass. Her curvy, bouncy looking ass. Vegeta rolled his eyes when he felt his short tighten. Not again.

In anger, Vegeta closed the door, and rested his back against it. That's it; he needed to train. Now.

-L-

Bulma yawned as she stretched her arms, trying to wake herself up. That had been a horrible night of sleep. She had gone to bed around 1:00AM, and after an hour, she had realized that it was impossible for her to sleep. She had decided to do what she usually do when she couldn't sleep; work on some projects. As she had gone downstairs into her lab, she had soon found out that there wasn't much she could do. Vegeta hadn't requested anything new from her, and her head was lacking some brain functions since she was tired, but couldn't sleep, and she couldn't focus on anything new to do. Bulma had gone back to bed, wishing to find sleep. Unfortunately for her, her slumber had not happen until hours later.

She had an idea though as of why she couldn't sleep. It was all Vegeta's fault. She could still recall falling on top of him yesterday, and it was killing her. Just thinking about it was causing her to blush again. That idiot; why did he leave his feet hanging around like this, for everyone to trip? He had done it on purpose just to embarrass her, she was sure of it! Of course Vegeta was getting a kick out of it, and she knew it. He had probably laughed when she had almost run back home. That idiot, she thought
Of course, she had finally fallen asleep, after hours of trying. Now she was just waking up, and she felt like crap. Bulma looked at her clock, which indicated 8:00AM. That meant she had barely gotten any sleep at all! She growled; Vegeta really pissed her off. Bulma sighed heavily before getting up, and walking in direction of her closest. She picked a regular white t-shirt, and a pair of short; this would do. The more time passed, the less sleep she got, the more her outside looks were affected.

Bulma also knew she desperately needed a hot shower. It would help her clear her mind of all of this, it always had. Bulma walked in direction of her private bathroom and turned the shower on. She removed her underwear and her t-shirt, and jumped in, letting the warm water relax her body. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. Bulma let her eyes close so she could enjoy the feeling, and before she knew it, her thoughts drift back on Vegeta, and the embarrassing event of the previous day.

Her seduction plan hadn't quite work like she had plan for it to. Bulma could still recall her ass positioned on Vegeta's groin, and she remembered that she had felt something. Not something inside her but something in his tight short. Of course, that didn't mean it worked. After all, Vegeta was a male like any other, and it was probably just a natural reaction or something like that. She sighed heavily; she wouldn't try this again. She couldn't possibly try to seduce him again after the humiliation that happened. It would be too embarrassing. Since she wasn't sure what his reaction had been, although she was pretty sure he found it entertaining and annoying, Bulma didn't know if she wanted to see him just yet.

How could she face him?

Although, it was her own damn house, and she wouldn't stop herself from going anywhere, but she simply hope they wouldn't run into each other. But, knowing her luck, she would probably do.

Bulma sighed heavily; Damn Vegeta.

-L-

Vegeta had been training non-stop for 9 hours now, and he had decided it was time to take a break. Truth was, he was starving. He knew that around this time, Bulma would be in the kitchen either eating something, or fixing herself a meal, but that didn't mean he would need to wait to eat, since he was not afraid of being in the same room than her and maybe he could try his self control on her. He had trained pretty hard, and his previous frustration was gone. Vegeta knew he could do this; he was the prince of all Saiyans, and he wouldn't let a human have control over his body like this. That she meant to, or not. It didn't matter.

He made sure to be silent as he walked into the kitchen. Vegeta quickly noticed that he had been right; Bulma was over the stove, cooking some pasta. Great, at least she couldn't screw that up, which meant, he'd be able to get a decent meal. Vegeta remained in the doorway as Bulma reached out to grab a plate. Her shirt lifted up as she did so, revealing the smooth skin of her back. Then, she took some noodles, and dropped them on her plate. She hadn't felt like cooking anything complicated, especially considering her current mood.

As Bulma turned around, ready to walk towards the kitchen table, she felt someone behind her, and her heart nearly skipped a beat. At first, Bulma was scared to turn around, not wanting to face who it was. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, and told herself she could do this. She turned her head slightly and noticed it was Vegeta, just like she had feared. Bulma sort of forgot to breath as she watched him; what in the world was he doing? Why was he behind her? Bulma felt her heart racing inside her chest.
Vegeta could feel Bulma's ass pressed into his groin, and told himself he could do this. After all, it was only the annoying woman he had been living around for almost a year now. What was the problem? He could easily be around her. She hadn't affected his body before recently, meaning it was a reaction he could get rid of. Actually, he was going to prove he had control. Vegeta approached his hands from Bulma's body before resting them on her hips. He squeezed a little, causing Bulma to jump slightly at his action.

Bulma wanted to react, say something, but she simply couldn't. Her voice was nowhere to be found, and she knew a few reasons why. First of all, she had her ass pressed into Vegeta's lower region, and second of all, his muscular chest was pressed against her back. Oh yeah, and she didn't know what the hell was he doing. Why was he so close to her? Didn't he despise her? Bulma could clearly remember him hating the hug, or any other contact they had shared. Why was he doing this? Was he trying to embarrass her because of what happened the other day?

Vegeta bent down slowly until his lips were almost touching Bulma's ear. Bulma could feel shivers of pleasure going through her body, and her knees were getting weaker. Vegeta reached out for her arm, until his hand was wrapped around her wrist. "It's about time," he whispered in her ear, before reaching out for her plate, and grabbing it, taking it away from her.
As fast as Vegeta had appeared behind her, he was now gone. Bulma stood in the middle of the kitchen slightly confused, as she tried to process the events. What in the world had just happened there? She watched Vegeta leave the kitchen, eating her food, looking completely unaffected. Wait? It was about time? Bulma blinked a few times; had he just been playing her? Bulma could feel her anger rising, thinking how this was just some kind of game to him! He had seen her reaction yesterday, and had decided to play her! That bastard. That idiot!

Bulma couldn't believe she had let him play her like this! How could she not come out with something to tell him? How could she not push him away? Why hadn't she been able to see this coming? Why had she let him get so close to her body in the first place! She shook her head in anger. Damn Vegeta.

She hoped he would burn in hell.

Vegeta smirked as he walked toward the living room, feeling pretty satisfied with himself. His plan had work out perfectly, well almost. First of all, he had managed to get Bulma angry, second of all, he had gotten food, and well, there wasn't any third point to add. Sure, he hadn't felt as tight in his short, but he had still been able to feel that sensation. He growled in frustration at the thought. All right, maybe he didn't have the control he thought he did, but it didn't matter; he had more control than the woman, and that was enough. He could deal with the rest.

"VEGETA!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming, and figuring she was pretty upset. Although, it had taken her long enough to realize what had happened which caused him to smirk. Obviously, he had managed to affect her enough that she hadn't been able to come out of her trance right away. Vegeta hadn't really expected any other reaction from her, since he knew from her sad attempts that she was no immune to him. Perhaps that fact alone, made this whole thing much more interesting.

Vegeta put his now empty plate down on the coffee table. "What do you want woman?"

Bulma arrived in front of him, anger obvious on her face. "You," she said as she pointed her finger at him. Yeah, she knew it wasn't polite, but she didn't care. "What do you think you are doing?"

Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest, like would regularly do. He would pretend that everything was just fine, and wait for her to admit what the problem was. "Woman, what are you talking about?" he asked with a rather annoyed voice.

Bulma looked at him in disbelief, not understand his reaction. Was he really stupid or just playing dumb, because he knew exactly what she was talking about! There was only one explanation for this; he was only doing this to make her angry - or actually angrier. The worst thing was that it was actually working. Bulma could feel her feeling of fury stir up inside of her, and decided she didn't want to let him win. Instead, to calm herself, she took a deep breath, gaining back some control over herself.

"Nothing," she said, before looking away.

After all, if he wanted to pretend, he was not the only one who could do it. If Vegeta wanted to play a game with her, she was more than willing to participate, and show him how it was done.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, since it was obvious she was being childish. "Then why are you bothering me?"

Bulma smiled as she walked closer to Vegeta. Perhaps even too close. Bulma could feel Vegeta's breath on her skin, and suddenly, she was starting to reconsider her idea. Maybe that hadn't been the smartest thing to do after all, since she had a feeling this could easily backfire. Vegeta was cursing Bulma in his mind, wondering what she thought she was doing? Was she trying to make him give in? Yeah right, that wasn't about to happen. Instead, Vegeta put his arms around Bulma's waist, bringing her even closer.

Bulma couldn't help but gasped; this was not part of the plan. "Wha- What are you doing?" she asked unsure.

Vegeta smirked at her reaction, and he knew it was working. "I don't know, you tell me, woman."

He could see that Bulma didn't want to break eye contact with him. Vegeta knew how stubborn she was, and she probably didn't want to give in, even though he could already tell he was affecting her. Strangely, he wouldn't really mind if his plan was backfiring in his face at the moment. For some inexplicable reason, he found himself reaction to her body, and not minding it. Vegeta felt like groaning; he couldn't stand her, she was always bitching, and complaining. On top of that, she was a simple human, she was weak, and didn't have any power. Why in the world was he reacting to her body so much?

Bulma was about to say something, when the door of the living room opened. "Bulma, I'm sor-"

Both Vegeta and Bulma turned their heads to see Yamcha walking in the living room, and it was as if they were frozen in place. His arrival had been not only unexpected, but the situation they were in was quite compromising. Yamcha was still holding the handle of the door, and he seemed to have stop in the middle of his sentence; his mouth was still open, as if he refused to process the sight in front of him. First thing Bulma noticed was the anger flashing in his eyes, and she knew he was about to snap at her, but then, his eyes became sad, and Bulma felt her heart squeeze slightly.

The first one to talk was Vegeta. "What are you doing here weakling?" asked Vegeta as he let go of Bulma, backing away from her, as if he had been burnt.

Truth was, Vegeta didn't know if he was glad Yamcha arrived when he did, or if he was frustrated by the interruption. Either way, the woman had once again brought him a great deal of anger, and Vegeta walked past Yamcha, planning to go training again. His plans weren't working like he had wanted. Although, there was one thing that somewhat pleased him. He hadn't missed the change in the weakling's ki, and he knew he had been in pain by what he had seen. Anything to break his fragile human heart was pleasing.

Bulma felt her cheeks getting red as she avoided looking at Yamcha in the eyes; she could not bear the sight of him right now. This was not a situation she intended for him to find them, especially not so soon after they had broken up. Heck, she didn't want anybody to find her in such a situation with Vegeta. But with Yamcha, it was worse, especially with the way they had broke up, and her accusing him of cheating. And the way he had mentioned her and Vegeta being together, which she had denied.

"Yamcha," she managed to say after a few minutes.

Yamcha didn't even know what to say. When he had opened the door, he had been so sure his eyes were deceiving him. There was no way he would find Bulma and Vegeta in such a situation. Sure he had thought about it when Bulma and him were still together, but he never pictured it happening. After all this was Vegeta, and he was a monster, he was heartless. He wouldn't be interested in any human would he? At first, anger took over him, but then again, Bulma wasn't his anymore so he didn't have a right to be angry. Then, he had been sad, because no matter what, he still had feelings for Bulma, and seeing her like this in the arms of someone else broke his heart. He hadn't even been with another woman since they had been over. He couldn't bring himself to.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Bulma could clearly hear the anger and the sadness in Yamcha's voice, and she felt so small. How could she feel that way towards Vegeta, who was a total jerk, and she couldn't feel it towards Yamcha who had been a great boyfriend.

She shook her head, her cheeks getting redder. "It's not what it looks like."

Yamcha raised his eyebrows, meaning; oh no, then what the hell does it look like then? Because to him, it looked very simple; something was developing between her and Vegeta. Bulma sighed heavily as she didn't even know how to explain this, because she didn't know what it was. Heck, she didn't even know what happened. After Vegeta had somewhat hugged her, she had become very confused. Of course, she had enjoyed the feeling of his naked chest pressed against her, but still. Why was Vegeta doing this?

"Vegeta, and I aren't' together." Yamcha looked at her unsure. "In any ways." Why was she trying to justify herself? She was a grown woman! She didn't have to explain her actions, yet she felt like she owed Yamcha one.

Yamcha sighed heavily, as he didn't truly believe her words. He walked over to Bulma, and before she knew it, he pulled her into a hug. He felt a sadness fill his heart, and he couldn't help himself. "I missed you," he said, before hugging her a little tighter. Bulma smiled a little; she had missed him too, since it was different to not have him around. But she didn't miss him being her boyfriend, what she was missing was her friend. She knew as soon as he pulled her into a hug, that she felt something more toward Vegeta, because this hug didn't feel the same.

When she hugged Vegeta, she felt her heartbeat faster, and she wanted more. She wanted more contact, and she needed to feel his skin against hers, as if her body was craving it. Surely that couldn't be healthy. But she wondered if Vegeta felt the same way. After all, he had been grabbing her today, a lot more than usual. Maybe yesterday had initiated something? She shook her head; no, all of this was silly. Bulma brought her attention back on Yamcha, thinking about how rude she was being towards him.

Without answering, she pulled away from the hug, earning a sad smile from Yamcha. "So, what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Yamcha shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see you."

Bulma had been on his mind a lot since they had broken up, and he had missed seeing her, touching her. Even, simply being with her, around her. He knew it was pretty silly to come over for those reasons, since he would probably only hurt himself more, but he just needed to see her. The sight of her was enough to make him feel slightly better. Of course, after finding her in such a position, he made a mental note to never come uninvited like this. Yamcha almost wondered why Vegeta had been so polite toward him.
Bulma smiled at him. "Well I'm-"

Yamcha cut her. "You're busy. It's fine you weren't expecting me." Yamcha put his hands in his pockets, clearly uncomfortable. "It was nice seeing you Bulma." For some reason, Yamcha felt really out of place in Capsule Corp. a feeling he never really had. Also, it seemed to him that Bulma was uncomfortable having him around, so he decided it was best for him to leave. Yamcha walked closer to Bulma, and bent to kiss her cheek softly.

Bulma didn't react, since she couldn't, so she simply watched Yamcha walked away, without saying one single word. It hurt her to see him so sad, because no matter what, she would always care about Yamcha. They had share a lot, and he was, and still would be, her friend. But, she knew there was nothing she could do about it; they were over. And this time, she knew it was for real. She sighed heavily as she wondered about Vegeta. She hadn't been able to analyze his reaction towards Yamcha since he had left too fast.
She shook her head. Now she was going to stick to her initial plan; avoid Vegeta.

-L-

Vegeta was lying on the ground, outside, and he had this feeling overcoming him; he wanted to kill Yamcha. He had seen him hug Bulma, and even kiss her cheek. Who the hell did he think he was doing such thing? Bulma wasn't his anymore. But she isn't yours either. Vegeta growled, stupid thought; how could he even be jealous of a mere human? This made no sense at all! Yamcha was so pathetic, so weak, what could Vegeta ever envy him? If Vegeta did want Bulma he could steal her from anybody. Nobody would resist him.

But he didn't want her. His body was simply being stubborn, that was all. How could him, the prince of all Saiyans desire a human? Vegeta knew by now this was only physical, and that it was Bulma's body he was attracted to.
Vegeta growled; he needed to get over this, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do about this. He was a goddamn saiyan for crying out loud! He could control such an urge now couldn't he? Bulma wasn't anything special, and she shouldn't occupy his thoughts as much as she was right now.

It was wrong. Vegeta could still recall her ass being pushed in his groin, and once again, his short tighten. This was bad. He hit the ground with his fit. He would not let himself do such thing with a human. This would pass.

It had to.

-L-

"Bulma?"

Yamcha wasn't really sure what in the world was going on. After all, Bulma had been quite uncomfortable to have him around her house, so what in the world was she doing at his apartment? She had been the last person he had expected to see there. Of course, he didn't mind having Bulma around, he missed her, but still, this was quite the surprise. He smiled at her, not sure how else to re-act. Also, this was a little awkward considering the situation he had found her in with Vegeta earlier on.

"Hey."

Bulma didn't know what she was doing there. Actually she did; she came because of Vegeta. It was very hard to avoid him when he was living in the same house than her. She needed to get away from him, because she didn't know why she was reacting this way around him. One thing was for sure; her and Vegeta were getting to close to each other. This wasn't even going to be a relationship. She knew Vegeta wouldn't be with her, and if he truly was attracted to her, it was her body right? Hadn't she always refused Yamcha? This didn't make any sense.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, trying not to be rude.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I wanted to hang out with somebody."

Then, someone came from behind Yamcha. A woman. "Yamy? What are you doing?"
Bulma's eyes bulged out slightly. Oh, so there was a woman. She shook her head; after the situation he found her with Vegeta, it wasn't like she could say anything right? "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had someone over." She faked a semi-smile. She wasn't in love with Yamcha anymore, but it didn't mean it didn't bother her when he had bimbos around. Also, she couldn't help the slight pinch she felt in her heart. After all, the break up was pretty recent, but then again, it came to no surprise that Yamcha would bounce back quickly.

Yamcha knew Bulma was getting the wrong impression. He hadn't been with any women since Bulma had broke up with him, but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy having some around. After all they kept him company, since it was pretty lonely in his apartment. "She's just a friend."

Bulma nodded; somehow she didn't truly believe that, but then again it wasn't any of her business. "I guess we both came uninvited, huh?" she asked, trying to make him smile a little, since he seemed so uncomfortable. "I guess, I'll be on my way," said Bulma as she started to turn around.

Yamcha tried to stop her. "You don't have to." He knew that Bulma had let him leave her house, yet he couldn't do the same. Yamcha knew he could never completely forget about Bulma, and she would still hold a place in his heart, if there was ever any chance to win her back, he'd jump on it.

She shook her head. "You have company it wouldn't be polite."

Bulma could hear Yamcha calling her, but she still kept on walking away anyway. She hated Vegeta for this; he was making her leave her own damn house! Well, she would confront him, and there was one easy way to settle this whole thing. Vegeta was a jerk, but she knew there was a way she could get over him. One good rejection should do the trick. She had her pride, and she didn't like being rejected. Obviously if Vegeta rejected her, she would get over it not because she wanted it, but because she had to.

-L-

Bulma was looking around her house, trying to find Vegeta. Usually he wasn't that hard to find since, she would run into him constantly. What was so damn different this time? Was it the fact that she wanted to find him? She sighed in frustration. Honestly, everything was against her, and she was already nervous enough, she didn't need this on top of it. Bulma rubbed her head between her fingers. All right, all she needed to do is listen for the yelling and complaining. That would surely lead her to Vegeta. She knew for a fact he wasn't in the Gravity Room, because she checked. He wasn't in the kitchen either.

That didn't leave him much place to be. Except eating, and training he didn't do much with his life. Well that, and annoying the crap out of her, which he was not doing at the moment. Bulma looked outside through the window, and noticed he wasn't outside either. She sighed heavily; she had only one more place to try, his room. Although, she would be surprised if he was there, since he barely spent any time in it. Nonetheless, Bulma walked in direction of Vegeta's bedroom, and when she reached it, she stopped in front of it.

She knew how much Vegeta hated when she barged in uninvited. Plus, if he truly was in there, she didn't know what the hell he was doing right? Bulma decided it was safer to knock, which is what she did. She waited a couple of seconds, but no respond. If Vegeta was in his room, he would have cursed and told her to piss off right? That surely meant he wasn't there. Although she should have left, Bulma couldn't help it, and opened the door of Vegeta's room slowly. She hadn't been in there very often, and didn't know what to expect.

She walked in completely, and closed the door behind her. As she looked around, and it became obvious that Vegeta wasn't there. Bulma sighed heavily, and just as she was about to leave, the door of Vegeta's bathroom opened. Bulma couldn't take her eyes away as Vegeta came out of the room. His spiky hair was wet, causing them to not defy gravity like usually. They were reaching half way down his back. His muscular chest was covered in drops of water, sliding down, and all he was wearing was a blue towel wrapped around his waist. Oh, Kami help her. Bulma couldn't move, she simply stood there.

At first, Vegeta didn't notice her since he wasn't paying attention, but as soon as he raised his head, he noticed Bulma standing in his room for the first time. What in the world was she doing here? And why in the world was she standing there like an idiot? "Woman, what are you doing in my room?"
Bulma snapped back to reality when Vegeta talked to her. What was she doing there again? It took her a few seconds to remember. Oh yeah! She came to be rejected. Although, she wasn't sure it was such a good idea anymore. Well, she knew Vegeta would reject her, but still. That would hurt her pride. Plus, was he really worth it? It was Vegeta! Maybe she could tell herself he was an idiot. Plus, being rejected by someone like him, wouldn't that make her self-esteem go down extremely?

Vegeta sighed, clearly annoyed. "Woman, I said, what are you doing in my room?"

Bulma walked over to Vegeta, her heart beating so fast that she could hear it beat in her ears. Come on Bulma, its just Vegeta. You'll do this, and you'll either be disgusted, or he'll reject you. It's simple enough. "I wanted to do something."

Vegeta looked at her slightly confused. What in the world was this crazy woman talking about? He didn't have time to deal with such foolishness.
But, he found an answer to his question soon enough, and he never thought this was what she was talking about.

Bulma pressed her wet, moist lips against his.

-L-