Danger Incoming (R18)

The soft whir of machinery filled Bulma Briefs' sprawling lab, a sanctuary filled with blueprints, gadgets, and the glow of screens displaying incomprehensible data. Amongst this organized chaos, a lone figure tinkered with an unfamiliar device—a watch embedded with glowing gems and a scouter that blinked rhythmically, absorbing the air around it. Kyle a 25-year-old Saiyan sat cross-legged on the floor, the corners of his mouth tugging upward as he stared intently at the watch on his wrist. A sudden flash interrupted his focus, and he glanced up, eyes widening at the unexpected scene. In his direct line of sight stood Bulma, her electric blue hair cascading down like a waterfall, cheeks hidden behind a seductive veil of confidence.

With a laugh, she quickly pulled on a loose-fitting shirt, the lab coat following suit, but not before Kyle's mind wandered uncontrollably at how the fabric clung to her curves. "All good! I'm just getting ready for a reunion—there's an event happening at Kame House. You should come!" she said as she secured a pair of shorts, oblivious to Kyle's slight predicament.

"Wait, what?" he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. He had always admired her fierce independence and intellect, but this was new territory. "You actually trust me around your friends?"

"Of course! I've seen your skills, Kyle. Plus, they'll love you," she chirped, zipping up her coat with a flourish. "It'll be fun! And who knows, you might even learn a thing or two."

Unable to refuse such an invitation, Kyle lounged against the workbench, fidgeting with his watch. "Sure, why not?," he said, trying to inject a sense of urgency into the jovial vibe.

Bulma leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "But first I have a special gift for you."

Kyle felt a wave of heat wash over him. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist, pulling her close.

Bulma gasped, but she didn't resist. Instead, she melted into his embrace, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was as passionate as it was unexpected.

As they kissed, Kyle's hands roamed over Bulma's body, feeling the curves and contours of her through the thin fabric of her jumpsuit. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, and he knew she was as turned on as he was.

Without breaking their kiss,Kyle's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bare skin, her breasts full and firm, her stomach flat and toned.

He couldn't resist any longer. He picked her up and laid her down on the nearby table, his body covering hers. Bulma wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

"Take me, Kyle," she moaned. "Fuck me hard."

Kyle didn't need any further encouragement. He entered her with a thrust, his body moving in time with hers. Bulma met him stroke for stroke, her moans and gasps filling the room.

As they fucked, Kyle couldn't help but marvel at the strength and determination of this human woman. She was fierce and unapologetic, and he found himself falling for her more and more with every passing moment.

Bulma's orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her and leaving her breathless. Kyle followed shortly after, collapsing onto her in a heap of sweat and satisfaction.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent. But as the reality of what they had just done set in, Bulma pushed Kyle away.