Vegeta Bulma Trunks Novels & Stories

It tasted nasty without seasoning, but to preserve her strength, she had to eat. Looking over at the bag of clothes and weapon by her feet, Verya transformed back into her human form, her bare, tanned skin viewable by the grass and trees and anything that lurked beyond it. She grabbed for her bag, picking out clothes suitable for a fight. Black leggings along with straps around her thighs, one side for her knives and the other holding a pocket for her gun. She grabbed for her armour, locking it around her before throwing on a roomy black T-shirt her father had given her.

"Little Misoup, use your brute force to crush him! My future luxurious life depends on you!" Misoup expressionlessly rolled up her sleeves, tilting her chin slightly towards Kirin. "Let's do this." Kirin snorted. "It'll be fun." Then he took off his black jacket, casually tossed it onto a nearby chair, revealing a black vest underneath. The muscles on his arms were obvious, with blue veins clearly visible. The tight vest emphasized his muscular physique, every muscle line visible through the fabric, exuding a sense of power even through his clothes. Mitbahl took a deep breath, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Now, I can admire you properly." Astra heaved before she took in her mate. He was shirtless, his pectorals and arms bulging from too much training as dark purple vein marks were scattered just below his eight-packed abs. The veins disappeared into the front of his pants which were stained with her wetness and she knew where those veins ended. The lines of thick blood were purple-red all over his cock but took the color of his skin when the veins got to his thighs.

In someone’s house that I can’t remember, wearing their clothes and on my hands and knees. I move my head up slightly as I look at the legs wearing a dark gray tracksuit. The pants are dangerously low because I can see the guy’s V that leads to his privates. I gulp as I see his strong, tanned, and veiny hands resting on his hips. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds before I look up and get knocked off of my feet by how stunning the man is.

My bed hit the back of my knees and I sat down. Tristan was watching me with this hunger that I haven't seen before as he removed his t-shirt and then he undid his jeans. Removing his sneakers and letting his jeans fall to the ground and he stepped out of it. He was left in his boxer briefs. His erection was visible and he was huge. He removed his boxer brief, his c^ck springing to life and my eyes widened at how huge he really was.

Why are his giant alpha boots occupying the dirt outside my territory door? He is wearing a pair of plain gray hunting trousers and a simple black-and-white tunic, but his grand frame looks as if he just stepped right out of a royal pack scroll. Two leather buttons near his throat are completely undone, showing off his thick collarbone and a glimpse of his heavy chest fur, making his presence seem fatally tempting to the wind. He stands perfectly still under the huge setting sun with one long arm shoved into his pocket, looking indescribably great and powerful.

Wait, what the hell is Vitali wearing? Dear Gods, at least I have a reason for looking the way I do. He looks like some I*******m model’s personal trainer. He’s dressed in sneakers, black skin-tight athletic leggings, with black athletic shorts over the top. Also a black long-sleeved skin-tight athletic top with a camouflage grey athletic t-shirt over the top of that. He looks ready to do leg presses, not represent the pack. I can’t believe Eric let him leave like this. He could have at least put in some effort. I would have. 'To quote you a moment ago, can we just skip this crap and get to our woman already before I start ripping people apart? Because I’ll do it,' Axel threatens.

Burnt every vampire to a crisp. A couple pieces of armor that would hold back at least a couple swipes from a vampire. Luckily, these vampires didn’t use guns. Weapons created by weak humans. Off limits. I didn’t need to wear anything bulletproof. There were other small nicknacks in the trunk as well as a giant black cape but that was about it. “Shit.” Morgan walked away from the box and sat back down at the dining table. “I mean, its better than nothing.” I smiled at Max.

Then, the sound arrived. THUD. THUD. THUD. A figure rounded the corner of the tunnel. Baraka held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. Even with his enhanced vision, the figure was a terrifying sight. It was a man, or what used to be one. He stood nearly seven feet tall, his skin the color of cooled lava—a matte, obsidian black that seemed to swallow the dim yellow light of the cave. He was shirtless, revealing muscles that weren't just large; they were knotted like gnarled tree roots, pulsating with a slow, heavy rhythm.

As I begin to examine them, I hear the door creak shut behind me. When I turn back, I find Alpha Aleksandr unbuttoning his shirt, the veins on his muscular hands flexing as he undoes the last button. His eyes lock onto mine as he slips the shirt off, revealing his chiseled torso. His broad shoulders and chest, defined abs, powerful upper arms, and slightly hairy forearms create a striking image, with the prominent V-line catching my eye, as it always does. My throat feels dry as Alpha Aleksandr continues to undress.