Chapter 105: Ambition
"So, what have you been doing these past couple of months? Other than Grayfia, I mean?" asked Bulma, seated naked atop a bathroom stool, her cheeks slightly flushed as Vahn, sitting behind her, relaxedly lathered her back, sides, and shoulders.
"Well, we built a home for ourselves and created the template for a resort on a small, secluded island..." revealed Vahn, his hands moving slowly and methodically, causing a faint, tingling sensation to permeate Bulma's body as he added, "Other than that, we spent a brief period in another universe and have been discussing plans to travel to a few others in preparation for my participation in the World Martial Arts Tournament."
"World Martial Arts Tournament? No offense, but you don't really strike me as a Martial Artist..." remarked Bulma, looking down as Vahn reached around to the front of her body, gently lathering and skillfully massaging her breasts as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I mean...you definitely have an amazing body..." conceded Bulma, her blush deepening as Vahn softly pinched and stimulated her nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. It was apparent to her where his skill and interests truly lay, so as her right hand found its way between her thighs, she reasoned, "But I'm pretty sure you're more of a lover than a fighter..."
"You're not wrong..." confirmed Vahn, leaning forward and resting his chin on Bulma's left shoulder as he whispered, "But the only way to guarantee the safety and well-being of the people and things I love is to be stronger than any threats that could possibly appear..."
"What could possibly threaten you if you can teleport between worlds in the blink of an eye...?" asked Bulma, genuinely curious. The most obvious answer was other transdimensional travelers, but she doubted there were many of them, and she couldn't fathom why they would interfere with one another unless there was a regulatory body that dictated what they could and couldn't do in the worlds they traversed.
"Even if we can travel between worlds, all transdimensional travelers have an original world they call home..." stated Vahn, peppering Bulma's neck and shoulder with kisses as he softly contended, "And unless you can turn a blind eye to people in need—like an attractive, turquoise-haired damsel being whisked away by a pterodactyl—it's better to have the means to act than be forced to stand by and watch..."
"That's a very convincing argument..." hummed Bulma, narrowing her eyes and turning her head to find Vahn's lips waiting. She only planned to stare back at him with a sultry look, but as his tongue slipped into her mouth to engage her own, she found herself reciprocating instinctively...
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