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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters.

Warning: Please be aware this fiction is rated 'M' for a reason. I have a dirty mind and therefore this chapter will be filled with explicit content (sexual). If you are easily offended by that please DO NOT read it. Thank you and please enjoy the smutty goodness! :3

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"What are you doing here?" Bulma yanked the flame haired man inside and shut the door, "My mother has been up my ass lately, and you have the nerve to show up at my door?" the blue haired woman flung her hands in the air.

"Relax woman, I wanted to see your place." His eyes scanned her penthouse.

"Vegeta…how did you find this place anyway?" she placed her hands upon her hips and took in his professional appearance.

"I have my ways…" Vegeta chuckled, reaching out and gripping her waist; "Now, where were we?" a growled erupted from his throat just before his hungry lips covered hers in a breathless kiss.

Bulma gasped feeling his warm lips melt into hers perfectly. Her eyes fluttered closed the instant his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Vegeta's tongue dipping between her moist lips, he caressed his tongue over hers softly coxing a reaction out of her willing body. Her hands slowly slid up his chest and clutched tightly into the fabric of her casual t-shirt. After a moment of pure bliss she shoved him away. Bulma panted, trying hard to catch her breath.

"Vegeta…" she whispered in a tone that warned him against his actions.

Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed slightly seeing the uncomfortable look upon her face. Thankfully her body language told him all he needed to know.

"Woman, what is it? Don't tell me you want me out? I just got here. Plus I have certain things on my mind, which I am sure you are going to like." Vegeta grinned, turning to lock her door. His body shifted toward her once again and slowly he made his way toward her, "I am not in the mood to play games, woman. You want me and I want you. I will get what I want." A low growl erupted from his throat as he shot out a hand and gripped her forearm tightly and yanked her small frame toward him.

"Please hear me out, Vegeta." Bulma whimpered as a strong hand slide up her back and gripped tightly in her blue tresses.

"Hm," he grunted near her ear as his lips brushed delicately over the length of her throat.

"I think this…this…thing we are starting is completely ludicrous. I know you will regret it when she comes back." Bulma's blue eyes fluttered closed as his mouth lowered to her collar bone, nipping and sucking at the skin, which sent shivers down her spine.

After bringing up 'the wife', Vegeta's whole body went rigid. He lifted his head, looking deeply into her eyes a brief moment even though not a word was exchanged.

Finally, after a moment of silence and allowing his hot gaze to shift over the features of her calm face, he spoke, "Why are you so concerned about my wife?" his tone was low and in a way she sensed as if he was getting a bit defensive.

"Um, well I just…" Bulma's glistening blue eyes scanned her apartment. She was trying to figure out what she wanted to say to him, and of course a shade of crimson had already begun to form on her cheeks.

"Just…" his deep voice caressed over the shell of her ear, causing her eyes to close.

"I wouldn't want to share you if you were my husband. I am sure if we were ever caught she would have words to say to me, not to mention our families would have plenty to say." Vegeta's face told all after she finished her sentence. He was rather annoyed with her constant worry about her family. He always had been, even six years ago.

"God damn it woman, fuck your family. You are not one to be easily controlled. You allow your family, no, you allow your mother to drag you around like a bitch on a leash. That is unbecoming." He released her hair and moved away from her, running a hand in an annoyed motion threw his thick hair.

"Fuck you, Vegeta. You let your daddy tell you what to do constantly. I am not a weak person, I am very strong willed. I am just trying to…" Bulma swallowed and crossed her arms over her chest; knowing full well there was no doubt about it that she was controlled by her parents.

"See, you can't even argue that fact, woman. You are a twenty-six year old woman, damn it, act like it. Take control of your own damn life." His voice began to rise.

"It still doesn't change the fact that I am going to be marrying Yamcha," Bulma paced the floor, keeping her intense gaze upon the furious man who was standing in her living room.

"No, but if you don't want to marry him then why do it? You even said yourself you didn't love him. You walked all the way to Ouji Corp. to tell me, if you remember." he pointed out, shooting her an annoyed glare.

Bulma threw her hands up and began to lose control of her emotions, "So, what you came here to point out all my flaws? No, that wasn't it; all you wanted was to fuck me. You came here with those intensions and those have been your intensions from the start." Bulma chuckled and walked closer to him, looking him straight in the eye. "What do you care if I marry a man I don't love, Vegeta? You are a married man that doesn't love his wife." Her tear filled eyes flared with anger. "You know it doesn't matter. The only reason why I am marrying him is because he was the next best thing. The only man I ever loved is now taken. Not to mention the last time I checked he told me never to talk to him again." Her trembling lips pursed.

Vegeta's lips slightly parted as the hard features of his face softened slightly. He watched her roughly wipe the tears that were now streaming down her face. He made no move to approach her. Nor did he say a word more. They were both angered by their confusing situation. They had started up a 'thing', neither of them could understand at the moment.

"Woman…" his voice was just above a whisper.

"Please…I need you more than anything…I don't care anymore. I don't care if it's only one night, I just need you." She whimpered, lifting her eyes to meet his. They were pleading with him, and at that very moment he slowly walked up to her cupped her rear end, and lifted her in the air. Bulma's legs wrapped around his slim hips, as he slowly walk her to the back where her room was located.

Vegeta kicked open the door and slowly lowered her on top of the neatly made bed. His eyes roamed over her casual outer appearance and grinned. Bulma bare thighs rubbed together, watching him carefully as he crawled up on top of the bed to lie beside her.

"I think this is a bad choice for both of us due to our current situations, but I know what I want." He whispered near her ear, running a hand slowly up her body and cupping her chin. His thumb traced gently over her full bottom lips, causing her lips to part.

Bulma's lidded eyes scanned his face, taking in his handsome features as she latched her soft lips on his thumb, kissing is softly, "I know what I want too. I am just scared." She admitted.

Vegeta leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, gliding his thumb over the soft skin of her cheek, "I know…"

The blue haired woman beneath him arched her back, pressing her breasts to the hard muscles of his chest. She mewled softly with need, shifting one of her legs and draping it over his hip. Her lips crushed against his, sliding her tongue in sync with his, enjoying the sweet taste of his hungry kisses.

"Vegeta," Bulma moaned out his name, which he grunted in response, "Make love to me…"

Vegeta slid over her, placing his hips between her now parted thighs and guided his hands over the soft planes of her thighs. Their lips met in a soft kiss, which completely racked Bulma's petite frame with shudders of pleasure. His kisses were tender, which before they were hungry and demanding. Her hands slid down his toned back, pulling at the shirt. The skin of his well-defined back was exposed with each pull of her small hands.

His body arched over hers as he cradled her shapely hips against his allowing her to feel his need for her. Vegeta sighed against her neck, placing soft kisses over the flesh exposed to his hungry mouth.

Bulma pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. Her hands explored the skin of his toned chest. No matter how many times she had been with this man before, she was always in awe at how well formed his body was. Her nimble fingers latched onto Vegeta's belt and yanked, undoing it partially. He grinned in response to her quick hands knowing she was trying to get him out of his clothing.

"Woman, slow down." He chuckled and nipped her earlobe, taking it between his lips and suckling it softly, which drew a moan from her lips.

Bulma's knees rested upon his hips as she arched up. Vegeta leaned in and slid his fingers under the hem of her shirt tracing the soft skin of her belly. The muscles tightened with each caress and after a moment of exploration, he pushed up her t-shirt and placed himself between her thighs. His mouth descended upon the milky flesh of her stomach. Bulma's breath instantly hitched in her throat causing her hands to bury themselves deeply into his flame style onyx locks.

Vegeta cautiously nipped and sucked a wet trail down her flat stomach to each one of her hip bones. His fingers traced the outline of the elastic band of her pajama shorts and pulled them down slightly. He grinned to see a simple pair of underwear. He loved that about her. Vegeta was pleased with her choice of undergarments the night before because they were mouthwatering, but they would come off and what he was after was what was under those garments. She was beautiful.

Bulma pushed up her hips, grinding the fabric of her shorts against his face. His dark eyes lifted to her tightly contorted features and lifted himself up on his knees. His large hands gripped the material bunched at her waist and yanked them down the length of her smooth thighs and calves.

Bulma instantly blushed realizing she wasn't wearing the sexiest of underwear, but she didn't let that discourage her. By the looks of the front of his pants he didn't seem to mind either.

"Take them off," Bulma panted, placing her hands upon her covered breasts.

She lifted a leg and ran her calf over his toned shoulder, pulling him closer. Vegeta grinned and slowly guided the simple pink panties down her legs, leaving her bare sex exposed to his hungry eyes.

Vegeta's breath exploded from his lips as he leaned in and gripped the back of each thigh. His thumbs caressed over the silky flesh as he leaned in. He noticed her breathing had become much more accelerated after a simple action of sliding off her panties.

Bulma parted her thighs, even though nervousness coiled in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know if she was more nervous about being exposed to him, or the possibility that she might disappoint him sexually.

The blue haired women beneath him had her eyes closed tightly. Vegeta knew she was starting to think too much, so without warning his mouth descended upon the soft pink flesh between her thighs, brushing his mouth over the bare lips of her sex. His head turned away from her center and placed soft open mouth kisses over the skin of her thighs. Her breathing was ragged and with each experimental movement on his part, her hips jerked forward. Soft mewls escaped her lips and finally her body completely jacked up.

"Stop teasing me…" Bulma breathed, as she slid a hand down her stomach, over the hitched up t-shirt.

"We have plenty of time, woman." Vegeta growled, nipping at her thigh.

He trailed a line of wet kisses down to her core, sliding his hands down with each soft kiss. His fingers slid over the bare flesh of her core and parted her lips, exposing her glistening core to his black depths and leaned in the run his tongue over the bundle of nerves. Her hips instantly jerked forward, rewarding his ears with the beautiful sound of her pleasure filled moans. His mouth pressed against her core, lapping and pulling at the bit of flesh, which was the key to her pleasure.

Bulma gasped and tightened her hold in his hair, arching her back in the process. Her moans of need echoed throughout her room. Her knees felt like jelly and with each stroke of that amazing tongue of his, she felt like she was heading straight for an earth shattering explosion, which she wanted more than anything.

"Please…" Bulma begged, moving her hazy blue gaze down the front of her body to see him between her thighs.

Vegeta lifted his tense body up slowly, placing his hand over her swollen core and began to rub his thumb over her sensitive clit, drawing more moans for the goddess beneath him. He inserted a finger into her wet hole, pumping slowly. His thumb's speed quickened as he inserted a second finger. Her inner muscles tightened around his fingers, causing his excruciatingly hard member to twitch painfully against the front of his pants.

Bulma was panting for air. Her hands slid up her body and yanked her t-shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just a white lacey bra. Her hands cupped her own breasts, brushing over the hardened peaks beneath the fabric. The sensations were too much. She hadn't experienced this much pleasure in over six years. Her body was practically screaming for him to sink into her and fuck her on her bed until she came.

Vegeta replaced his thumb with his tongue once again. His mouth latched onto the bundle of nerves and sucked it between his lips, causing her to grind against his mouth. Her taste was unbelievable. She was more than ready for him. She was on the brink of coming, he could tell.

Bulma's hands locked in her blue tresses as she arched her back. An intense build of pleasure coiled deep in her womb and steadily grew in intensity. Before she knew it she was crying out as each wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. Her body slowly relaxed as she came back from her first orgasm. Bulma placed a hand over her eyes, willing her breathing to ease up.

Vegeta's body slowly slid over hers, as he gripped her small breasts in both his hands, pulling the fabric away and running his thumbs over the sensitive peaks.

"Woman, take this off." He pulled the lacey material impatiently.

Bulma lifted her glazed eyes and grinned playfully, sliding her hands up his well-defined chest muscles. She lowered her eyes to the tent in his pants and pointed, "Take those off and then I will take off my bra. I am practically naked here and you still have your pants on. That isn't fair." She whined.

Vegeta slowly stood, running a hand over the front of his khaki pants to stroke his insanely hard manhood. He obliged her request and pulled the belt roughly from his khaki pants to slide down his hips, showing off the treasure trail leading up to his belly button. Bulma nearly leapt off the bed to grab him when she laid eyes upon his beautifully formed abs and the teasing lines leading to the one part of him that was noticeably pressing against the zipper of his pants.

The khaki's dropped to a pool on the ground and quickly after slipping down his legs. Vegeta stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He was standing before her in a pair of silky navy blue boxers.

Bulma's pink tongue dipped out of her mouth and wet her perfectly pink lips as she ran a hand through her tussled blue locks of hair. Her cheeks were pink and she looked absolutely ravishing as the afterglow of her orgasm was still present. She pressed her hands to the soft comforter beneath her and dug her knees into the mattress, holding her body straight and sliding her hands awkwardly behind her back to find the clasp of her bra.

Bulma gripped the clasp and unhooked it, allowing the material to slide down her front. Her perky breasts were bare to his lust filled gaze. Her pink nipples instantly became hard as the cool air caressed over them. They blushed deeper at the tip. He couldn't wait a moment longer. He kneeled with her upon the bed, caressing a soft trail with his fingertips over her shoulder and toward her naked hip. His other hand cupped the weight of one of her breasts, running the pad of his rough thumb over the sensitive bud.

"You are so beautiful, woman." Vegeta leaned in to whisper near her ear.

His mouth descended a wet trail of kisses down her neck toward the sensitive peak, where he latched upon it and suckled greedily. Bulma's head dropped back as a groan tore from her throat. Her hands slid up his bare back, gripping the flesh with her well-manicured nails creating half-moons upon his slightly tanned skin.

A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, creating a vibration to shoot threw the sensitive nipple, which was being pressed to the roof of his mouth. He released her breast with a 'pop' and moved to the neglected peak. Bulma could barely contain herself. Her core was weeping with need for him. She needed him buried deep inside her heated core.

"Now, please. I can't take this…" Bulma whimpered, shifting her body away from his and crawling away from him, pausing to look over her shoulder. Vegeta gripped her hips and forced them up against his hardened member. Her core was soaking wet, creating a blotch to form on the front of his boxers.

Vegeta bared his teeth, growling at her as he tore away his boxers and settled his hot length between her thighs, rubbing his swollen head over the wet lips of her sex.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you now, woman?" he growled, flashing her a sexy grin as he gripped the base of his cock and thrust his hips forward slightly, allowing her to feel the head of him enter her briefly.

"Please…" she nodded, gripping the sheets and continuing to keep eye contact with his beautifully dark eyes.

"Very well," Vegeta leaned over and gripped her beautifully blue locks of hair upon the back of her head. He roughly pulled her body back by her hair, causing her body to press lushly against his as he thrust his hips up, entering her from behind. He filled her completely and the moment he entered her inner walls clamped around his thickness, causing delicious shivers to travel the length of his hard body.

Bulma's head dropped back, resting upon his shoulder. His hands caressed a trail down the front of her body to soft grip one of her peaking breasts, tweaking the hardened peak with his index finger and thumb. His hips pounded mercilessly against hers, creating ripples of pleasure to radiate from within her womb.

Vegeta panted next to her ear, whispering to her as he sheathed his manhood deep within her, "You feel so good woman, so tight…" he growled and bit down on her shoulder. His hips paused and he released her breast.

That moment, Vegeta pulled out of her and flipped her upon her back, gripping her ankles and yanked her forward. His hand cupped her wet core, massaging the mound with the heal of his palm, which created a delicious friction. Pleasure shot straight through her, causing her to arch up off the bed. Vegeta pulled his hand away and slid his hands down the back of her thighs, gripping them hard and prying them apart. He dipped his hips and impaled her upon his swollen member, taking him in deep. Vegeta groaned and allowed his head to drop back and closed his eyes tightly basking in the pleasurable feeling of her soft clenching inner walls.

"Oh god…" Bulma gasped, taking in large amounts of air as his hips pounded against hers in almost frenzied movements.

"Come for me." Vegeta whispered to her, watching her with lidded eyes.

"Mmm, Vegeta I can't…I…" She ached up, twisting her hands in her sheets.

"I want to feel you come on my cock," Vegeta growled, reaching between them and began to stroke her swollen clit with his thumb.

Bulma's hips drove against his as a loud sheik escaped her lips. Her walls clenched around him tightly as her body was immediately thrown over the edge a second time. Her hips rolled against his, milking his cock.

"Gods Vegeta…yes!" the blue haired woman beneath him panted.

Vegeta felt the spasms of her inner muscles as they clenched around him. He felt his balls tighten instantly and his member twitch deep within her. His hands clenched her hips, pulling her against his harder, making sure every inch of him was buried deep. His body tensed as white hot spurts shot deep within her womb, which instantly slowed his movements. His body collapsed on top of hers, laying his sweat drenched cheek against her glistening breasts. Bulma's hands instantly wrapped around his back and stroked the flesh. She pulling him closer to her and whispering sweetly to him. Bulma lifted her glistening blue eyes to the ceiling as she buried her fingers into his onyx locks, wishing that particular moment would last forever.

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Vegeta panted against her chest. His hands were planted on either side of her ribs after he experienced another mind round of sex. She loved the way he called her name each time he found his release. The way he whispered in her ear as he pumped his hips, burying deep in her wet core was too much for her to handle at times.

Bulma had never experienced anything like the sexual experiences she encountered when she was with him. Of course she had clumsy fumbling moments with boys during a heated make-out sessions in her high school days.

Vegeta blew everyone out of the water, proving there was more to kissing and touching and what it led up to. It led up to something she never would have believed if she hadn't experienced it firsthand.

Bulma's thoughts drifted away from her as another particularly important topic came to mind. Their night together was meant for one reason, and that reason was to tell him he was going to be a father. She invited him to her dorm for some dinner and to talk, but Vegeta seemed to have other plans.

"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered. Her eyes were now closed. She could feel her heart thudding against her rib cage and the strong grip anxiety had on her.

"Hm," the sated man on top of her grunted softly, brushing his fingertips over the curve of her hip.

"Um, I have to tell you something." She whispered, placing her hands over her face. Tears instantly began to stream down her cheeks and wash over her ears. Her body was instantly racked with quiet sobs.

The bed shook beneath her, letting her know Vegeta stirred and sat up to see what was going on. She didn't want to peak between her fingers. She couldn't look at him. She was scared that if she did she wouldn't be strong enough to tell him.

"Woman, what is wrong? Did I do something?" Vegeta's fingers brushed over the damp strands of blue hair cascading over her pillow.

"I am scared to tell you. I don't want you to be angry." Bulma whimpered against her hands, feeling another wave of sobs rack her small frame.

"Damn it woman, what the hell is wrong with you? I can't do anything until you tell me." His dark eyebrows were knit tightly. His expression was stern as his hands gripped the sheets at the sides of her hips.

Bulma licked her lips and opened her swollen eyes. The blue orbs instantly met his angered gaze and finally she blurted it out.

"What?" Vegeta blinked a few times, shaking his head as if the words didn't really process.

"I'm…Vegeta I am pregnant." Bulma huffed and dropped her arms heavily to her sides.

He was completely speechless. There were absolutely no words coming from his lips. He was staring at the wall her headboard was pressed tightly against. He sat back upon the bed and ran a hand through his dark locks.

"Please say something…I…I know this is sudden, but I…damn it." She breathed, sitting up, reaching out for his hand, which was almost lifeless upon the sheets.

Her fingers stroked the skin of his wrist and what shocked her was she was instantly embraced. Vegeta's face was buried deep in her ocean blue locks. His hand gripped the back of her neck, while the other spanned the length of her naked back. It slowly made its way around the front of her to palm the non-existent swell of her belly.

"It will be alright, woman. I promise…" Vegeta whispered against her hair.

Bulma felt happy tears steam down her cheeks. She was so happy…

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"Woman…" Vegeta's face came to view as he leaned upon his side and cupped her chin, running his thumb over her swollen lower lip.

Bulma's blue eyes shifted to meet his gaze. Her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but nothing came out. Vegeta's eyebrows knitted, then a grin formed upon his lips.

"Speechless woman?" he chuckled.

Bulma looked away from him, allowing her head to roll to the side, "I am sorry about…" her voice trailed off.

"Why are you sorry? Sorry for what, woman?" Vegeta gripped her chin tightly, shifting her head toward him.

"I'm sorry about…" her eyes tightly closed, "the baby…" Bulma's voice was low and filled with intense emotions.

Vegeta's eyes widened, and instantly a broad amount of emotions were displayed over his features. She opened her eyes to see him becoming conflicted, and rather irritated having to face them.

"No…" his voice was loud and sharp causing her to jump. Instantly he pushed himself up and he was pacing the floor in front of the bed.

Bulma pushed her body up to a sitting position on the bed and frowned, "I…I had to get that out. I couldn't help but think about the one reason we stopped talking all those years ago." her legs draped over the edge of the bed and almost instantly he stopped his rough movements and stared at her.

"I am not going there with you," Vegeta shook his head, reaching down to pull on his discarded boxers. The elastic band snapped upon his well-formed hips as he moved toward her bathroom, flipping on the light, "I am taking a shower then leaving." He said harshly, slammed the bathroom door after entering. After a moment or two the sound water hitting tile alerted her he had gotten in the shower.

Bulma ran a hand over her face. She had just ruined a good moment. It was obvious to her that he was still torn about what had happened six years ago. Just like her, the wound was still fresh. That was the main reason for their split.

She tossed her body back against the wrinkled sheets of her bed and allowed her body to relax. Who was she kidding? This was just a physical thing. Once his wife returned back to town he would forget about her until she was on her next business trip, right?

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The soft 'ding' alerted the dress store employees she had arrived. Many turned and shot her welcoming smiles, offering her their undivided attention and cooperation during the grueling process of her dress selection. Bulma returned the nice gesture with a kind smile. Though her good mood was quickly tarnished when her mother came strutting over in tight fitting red dress and black pumps, pumps that she was barely able to walk in correctly. The blonde haired woman pushed her loose pinned back locks over her shoulder and smiled at her daughter with those red painted lips.

"Hello mother," Bulma replied lazily, gripping her bag and shifted her eyes to the ground.

Mrs. Briefs took in her daughter's appearance seeing she was in a pair of dark colored jeans and a yellow V-neck tee. Her blue eyes widened and instantly a look of distaste formed upon those perfectly painted lips.

"What on earth are you wearing?" her blonde brow rose.

"Clothing…what is wrong with my jeans. You know what, don't answer that. Keep your complaints to yourself mother," Bulma rolled her eyes and moved along with one of the ladies toward the back to her own personal dressing room, which had large spanning mirrors.

She sighed softly thinking back to the moment her and Vegeta shared at her apartment. He had come and blew her mind with amazing sex, which she knew would have happened sooner or later. She was somewhat angry at herself for her behavior, but then again she hadn't orgasm during sex like that in a long time. Usually it took heavy petting on her part for her body to at least have some sexual gratification when she and Yamcha had sex, which wasn't often.

It had been four days since she had last seen Mr. Ouji. He showered and left without saying a word to her. She had touched on a subject that was too much for him, and in a way she was glad it bothered him because she knew she wasn't alone. The only problem was getting him to acknowledge her terrible mistake, and hopefully hear him forgive her for it someday. From the way he acted she was almost positive he was done with her. There was no phone call or visit from him. It was driving her mad.

Slowly she sat upon one of the elevated carpet circles, in which she would be standing upon, and looking into the mirror after putting a ridiculously frilly dress upon her body. Bulma had bags under her eyes and her hair looked like an absolute mess. She was scolding herself not. She knew it wasn't a good idea to get mixed up with him again. It was a relationship that was headed toward disaster at any moment from the very beginning.

She was a woman who was engaged to a powerful lawyer, and he was a rival business man who was married to a beautiful (but stupid) model. She ran her fingers through her hair, but was completely interrupted by the ear piercing laughter of her mother who was coming through the doorway with five dresses in tow.

"I think these are going to look lovely on you, Bulma darling. Try them on and make your momma happy," Mrs. Briefs puckered her lips and placed them on the racks, waving in the women to help prepare her daughter for her own particular moment of pleasure. Mission: Piss off your daughter.

Damn this is going to be a bumpy ride, Bulma.

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