Chapter 96: Reason
"Have you completely lost your mind!?" exclaimed Bulma, digging into her still-sensitive crotch and trying to scoop out Vahn's semen as she whined, "I know I said to take responsibility, but that wasn't an invitation to blow your load inside me, you dolt! What if I get pregnant!? I'm way too young and beautiful to get saddled with a kid...!"
Shaking his head, Vahn pulled out a warm, moist towel and calmly stated, "I understand why you might be anxious, but it's fine. Even if we did it a thousand times, there's no risk of you getting pregnant unexpectedly. And besides, your panic aside, it felt really good, right...?"
"I mean...you're not wrong..." conceded Bulma, accepting the towel with a look of confusion and intrigue, using it to dab and gently wipe herself as she unhesitantly questioned, "So, what, you're sterile or something? If so, that sucks for the gene pool. I bet any babies you made would grow up to be cuties or hotties themselves."
After waiting several seconds and realizing that Bulma had no intention of cleaning him, Vahn reluctantly placed his dick away, doing his best not to grimace as he shook his head and explained, "It's more like a unique trait of my existence. Unless I choose to impregnate a girl and she wants to be impregnated, my semen will evaporate and disappear at the atomic level within twenty-four hours. I know it sounds outlandish, but you're welcome to have it tested in a lab. In the meantime, if we're going to continue this, I'm not going to use a condom, and I am going to cum inside you. It feels better for both of us."
"You're a lot pushier than I expected you to be..." muttered Bulma, not for one second believing Vahn's story regarding his disappearing semen. She did, however, have a ring of birth control pills on hand, so she would allow him to have his fun—at least for the time being.
Shrugging, Vahn argued, "You haven't exactly been behaving reasonably yourself. If I were a bad person or someone targetting you for your family and its riches, you'd be in a precarious position right now."
"As if...!" exclaimed Bulma, tossing the used towel at Vahn's face only for him to effortlessly evade it as she asserted, "I happen to be an excellent judge of character. After all, I've spent the past eighteen years being the target of unscrupulous old men and opportunistic boys who only viewed me as a shortcut to my father's bank account. You're too calm, and you're dressed way too well to have money as a concern."
"Fair enough," conceded Vahn, stoking Bulma's intrigue a second time as he extended his right hand, producing a pair of simple white panties as he felt it was too soon to gift her lace or a thong. Not because they wouldn't suit her, but because the panties she had been wearing before were very simple—cute even.
"Alright, how do you keep producing items out of thin air? Are you some kind of Magician...?" asked Bulma, turning around and taking a moment to don the soft, warm, and surprisingly comfortable cotton panties Vahn had presented her.
"Kind of," responded Vahn, revealing, "I can't use complex Magic, but I can fire off beams and such. I'll tell you more if we decide that whatever this is between us is long-term. Because I don't need a sugar mama, and as deserving as you are of all a person's love and affection, you can't be the most important person to me."
"Well, obviously," retorted Bulma, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she added, "As for what this is, it's as I said before. I just need you to help me stick it to the girls back at West City for a few months, and then you and your girlfriend can fly off back to wherever you came from. Truth be told, I spend most of my time in my lab and workshop, so I don't have time to play the doting girlfriend. You're my trophy boyfriend."