Vegeta Bulma Trunks Novels & Stories

My body is heating up and all of a sudden my clothes are suffocating me. Vulcan never stops kissing me as he walks me to the bed, laying me down gently, he hovers over me supporting his weight with his arm as his other hand explores my body. Sitting back on his heels he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his god-like body. His muscles are toned perfectly, you see the outline of his scales over his shoulders and down his abs.

She challenged him while not looking. “Sure,” Von answered and smirked, taking off his hand from hiding inside his pocket. Without hesitation, Astrid’s eyes widened because Von took off his soldier outfit. Even though Astrid couldn’t help but be amazed by his Tan sleeveless shirt with a V-shaped look, she still doesn’t like his attitude. Moreover, he also wears loose black jeans for the lower clothes with a silver chain on his side hips. His biceps and triceps are toned, making him a bit more manly man than Kai.

Bima touched his own throat, feeling his pulse still racing wildly beneath his fingertips. "Do you see that, Bim? Beautiful, isn't it?" The deep, raspy voice emerged from the darkness behind him. Arka stepped into the mirror's frame. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only black basketball shorts hanging low on his sturdy hips. Arka stood directly behind Bima, creating a lethal, visual contrast. Arka’s broad, athletic shoulders seemed to completely swallow Bima’s slimmer frame. Arka’s veiny skin looked remarkably dominant as he placed both of his large, calloused hands firmly on Bima’s waist.

I turn to face him and feel getting knocked out of my breath. He is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt that exposes his muscles and a pair of brown baggy trousers. Bloody hell! He looks—smoking hot! I open my mouth to say something but my mind can't take off from those rigid, bulky biceps and triceps. I always saw those crests and curves from his sleeves but never in open. But that does not mean that I am attracted to him. And me thinking about touching his biceps is just because—I want to see the texture so I can build mine.

The wave of pain brought tears to Ike's eyes, and he wiped the drops from his cheeks as he headed toward his travel cases. Heading to the far side of the room, Ike crouched in front of the massive trunk he'd brought with him. As he cooled the fire inside of him, he opened his case and stared at the living armor of Albeon. The thick fabric pulsed with a heartbeat and energy, begging to be worn. The thin coat of the material actually hummed with life. Ike picked up the helmet and studied the face shield.

After clapping her hands excitedly, she pulled me to the mirror and I couldn’t help but notice how good I looked in the kit too. “I like it” I muttered to myself but Rita heard me and she nodded with so much excitement as she agreed with what I said. It was a full vest and the whole back was covered too so there was no way my scars would be exposed while I trained then it wasn’t shorts that came with mine. Instead, it was a pair of ankle length workout leggings and they were very comfortable for me so I liked them. Especially since they were both black in color.

His fair skin remained unfettered from the strings of hair, and he looks the same, despite the months that have passed since they last saw each other. “Hello, boy?” Balak’s deep-voiced groused from his heavy throat. He lowered his hood, and Ginika’s eyes widen at the body makeup. The man was blessed with abs and muscles. Veins trailed his skin and walk through every part of his body. The belt of the battle gear that held his pants from his shoulders was buried into his skin, trailing down as though it was made from his body. “What’s your favorite weapon?” Balak asked despite sounding uninterested.

Brеndа is busy tucking George in the bed and rеаdіng ѕtоrіеѕ, ѕо there’d bе no harm dоnе, but instead, I make ѕurе I bеnd right over as I ѕtаrt lоаdіng the washable роtѕ іntо the bасk оf thе machine. Turnіng, I see thаt hе’ѕ changed іntо a раіr оf low-slung workout pants аnd a t-shirt. Hіѕ аrmѕ аrе cut, thе muѕсlеѕ tоtаllу dеfіnеd. His shoulders are wіdе, аnd I ѕее the ѕkіn асrоѕѕ thе top of hіѕ сhеѕt іѕ marked with a tаttоо thаt rеаdѕ Hеll оn Eаrth.

Vincent emerged from the shower, steam still clinging to his toned body like a lover's caress, droplets tracing lazy paths down his chest and abs before he toweled off with efficient strokes. He slipped into a sleeveless crew-neck baggy T-shirt in a muted brown shade, the soft fabric draping loosely over his broad shoulders and revealing the defined bulge of his biceps with every movement. Paired with black knee-length shorts, he looked effortlessly rugged, a man at ease in his skin and the paradise surrounding them. Water from his damp hair darkened spots on the shirt as he ran a hand through it, shaking off the last of the moisture before turning his attention to more practical matters.

I heard the girls go quiet behind me. There was a super tight grey singlet straining to accommodate the large muscles of his chest and abs, with every ridge and contour perfectly visible to my widened eyes. To make matters worse, the lower part of his body was strong, long, solid and naked… apart from the tiny boxer briefs clinging low on his sharp V-cut and thick thighs. I could even see the veins leading down to the large, obscene, shameless, and very erected bulge straining against the black fabric.