Novel & Cerita Trunks X Bulma

she was confused as he leaned closer to her. “You’ll see.” He got off the edge of the bed and removed his shirt. “I feel like today I want to have the heat of the sun all day. No top for me.” He rubbed his hand over his washboard stomach and smirked, “eat your heart out, Famke. You can look but no touchy-touchy.” “No what?” she blinked, unable to remove her gaze from where he pointed to the deep carved v disappearing into the shorts. “I might wear those little banana hammock swim trunks I packed. Really let you get a glimpse of what you passed up today.”

But apparently hybrid human can be a very vague term. I rubbed my hands on the weird material of the dress Gabby had given me. Hemp? Definitely didn’t seem like cotton. It was kinda itchy and I had to hope my skin would adapt because going naked wasn’t an option. I also needed more bras and pretty quick. I had come with some clothes, and I hoped like hell they were somewhere. “Ohh Tracy,” Gabby said, playfully swatting at him and laughing. I nearly snickered. Giant lumberjack Hulk Hogan clone is named … Tracy? Well! I’ve heard it all.

Tru blushes, “Willow wanted me to train with the dancers, but they weren’t comfortable with that. She wants me to work on my physical strength and balance.” “I can help with cardio,” I say while grinning. Tru rolls her eyes, “I do need to work on stamina. Do you think you can keep up, king of fire?” I laugh, “Do you dare tease me?” Tru smiles and bites her lower lip, “Maybe.” She looks at the bag I’m carrying curiously, “What’s that?” I pull off the bag and hand it to her, “I thought you might like some snacks. I figured you were running low.”

She held it out to Trista. "It was a misunderstanding. Take this for the dress and the... little scare," Thomasina said, her tone dripping with condescension. "I'm sure Alpha Xander isn't going to hold a grudge over a minor hiccup, right?" In her eyes, Trista was just an unmated stray. Even if she had a job with the Blades, how much could she really have? Her white dress didn't even have a visible logo. In a town like L.A., it probably cost peanuts.

Axton and his friends surround us, making our pair go into a large group. Axton comes to stand besides me, pulling his shirt off. He is pretty built. Strong arms, sharp abs, and strong legs. He is covered in muscle, and it’s ridiculous. I have pudge on my stomach, thick thighs and muscle-less arms. Us besides each other is ridiculous. It’s embarrassing. He eyes me, his brows creasing. I’m in sweat pants and a t-shirt, and almost everyone is half naked. Besides me. “Don’t you get hot in all that?” Axton asks, gesturing to my outfit. I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself as a defense mechanism.