[Hey, she's not the fanservice character. That's Bulma's job. Until now, that is. She can fill in for that.
Well, she's in the tub. That's what she wanted. That would be perfect, except-
Oh god. Oh god. His face is in Chi-Chi's chi chis.]
Get off, get off, get off GET OFF!
[She's about to throw him halfway across the world, but something stops her. Her breath catches in her throat as a heat surges through her body. He's so close, and that feels natural.
The chip in her brain is working overtime, sending out images of sexual contact in gunfire repetition.]
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Well, she's in the tub. That's what she wanted. That would be perfect, except-
Oh god. Oh god. His face is in Chi-Chi's chi chis.]
Get off, get off, get off GET OFF!
[She's about to throw him halfway across the world, but something stops her. Her breath catches in her throat as a heat surges through her body. He's so close, and that feels natural.
The chip in her brain is working overtime, sending out images of sexual contact in gunfire repetition.]