herself had held her breath. Vegeta gently stroked Bulma's cheek down to her neck, and in the next instant Bulma could feel Vegeta's lips. Tender, gentle, sweet lips that made it impossible for her to break away from them. She had long since closed her eyes and concentrated only on this kiss. That kiss she never dared dream of; that kiss that melted her, that warmed her heart; that kiss that just makes her happy. The sayajin leaned gently over Bulma and held her back with his arm. She also had her arm wrapped around him as she pulled him gently towards her. She never wanted to let this man go again. It should be hers forever. Slowly her hands slipped under his shirt and explored his beautiful body. She smelled the seductive scent of his body. She couldn't fight him, and she didn't want to. The man had also enjoyed doing it and kissed Bulma with even more devotion.Tenderly he stroked her hair, stroked her back where he noticed her goose bumps, and finally took her back in his arms.


The next morning, it was still twilight, Bulma woke up from her sleep. "What shit I did ...... Oh, apparently I haven't dreamed!" somewhat shocked, she looked at her surroundings. She wasn't naked anymore, but the missing bra and panties indicated that it was her already that night. And the man next to her was another indication of this. He was only wearing sweatpants. His underwear was also on the lawn. Bulma had to smile. She looked at Vegeta. Vegeta woke up with his good arm around Bulma. He looked sleepily at the woman lying on his chest. He quickly reviewed the previous night and finally uttered a grumble. An indecisive grumble.He wasn't sure what to make of it. But when Bulma snuggled up against him, he pushed his thoughts aside and closed his eyes again ..............