Trunks And Bulma Novels & Stories

It’s a simple white floral dress, I love. “I am… dressed.” I wasn't sure of myself but I said it anyway. I am dressed. “Okay. Great! Now go upstairs and dress like a decent human being. I on the other hand, has to change this.” He took off the shirt. He really works out. He's huge! He got abs, triceps! Not to forget those bulging veins across his arms. He also got some strange scars. And a weird tattoo, must be those tribal tattoo. Oh gosh… I wouldn't mind to bury my face into his chest, but I don't think I'll ever will unt—

He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hear Luca mutter behind me. A crooked smile forms at the corner of my mouth. “How about I put my hands on you then?” Bully asked. It’s obvious that he didn’t mean it as a question though. He looked at me in a way that only someone who doesn't know me would. I looked up at the unnatural being in front of me. Giants are known for their strength, and after decades and decades of interracial breeding some giants have mutated abilities.

Arka shouted behind him, his deep voice nearly drowned out by the deafening roar of thunder. Bima just laughed. His laughter was wild, broken, and challenged the fury of the storm. "Come here, Arka! The water won't kill you!" Arka grunted, but he stepped closer. He had no choice. He would never let Bima stand alone under the threat of lightning and the flu. Once the distance between them vanished, Arka didn't pull Bima away. Instead, he stood tall in front of the boy, acting as a natural shield against the bone-chilling wind. Arka’s black t-shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, highlighting the hard, defined lines of muscle tensed from the cold.