>>5559842Quickly the turquoise-haired woman backed away from you to scurry into a scuffle around her compartment looking for something. Ultimately her frantic searching led her to look towards cleavage before finding what she was looking for. Still fervently searching through her chest, Bulma would finally pull out what she was looking for. It was contained in a small blue capsule, which she merely activated with a press of the switch on top. Tossing it gently into the air, a smoke explosion soon emerged before what appeared to be a small device now falling into her hands.
From what you could tell it was a small, semi-transparent colored monocle that covers the left eye attached to a large white headphone-like attachment for placement and security. The tinted yet exceptionally durable glass was currently that of a sapphire blue shade. Putting it higher than the standard emerald green model, but still lower than the ruby red variant. On close inspection as Bulma fumbles to put the device on, you would see that it was the same wearable, all-purpose computer that your people created. The Scouter, the very same device now the Frieza Forces use.
“I was saving this to be the finishing touches after making you madly in love with my performance before. But check this out. I’ve managed to perfectly make myself a scouter. Granted, I also ended up making a dual-eye version, but I wasn’t sure if the visor look would fit me quite like this. So I have that stored in my toolbox pouch. B-But if you” Bulma continued to stutter, trying her hardest to rebound from what she deemed is a mistake. You would merely close the gap between the two of you, causing her to freeze up further, almost to the point of tears.
Instinctively, Bulma would end up flinching as she braces herself for what to happen. Instead of getting slapped or even punched in the face, you merely surprise her with a token of genuine affection. Without warning, Bulma soon feels the warmth, succulent yet supple lips against her own. Imitating yet another intense, passionate kissing session between the two of you. Holding her by the head, you diverted your eyes to locking on with Bulma’s, easing her heart and soul with your efforts. Already using your cool body head to cool off the burning passion exuding from the furiously blushing teenager.
As a result, Bulma merely hugs your side, grabbing firmly against your chest with her hands. Stretching her mouth further to firmly grasp against yours, rubbing her lips furiously as she dances her tongue to the rhythm of your own. With how forceful she was, you almost felt like she was trying to suck the air right out of you, and/or swallow you from the closeness of her lips pressing on you. It might seem as unsightly or even vulgar in terms of french kisses, yet it spoke volumes to how much she adored you. This open-mouth, sensational make-out session was exactly what the doctor ordered.
