Ichigo gazed lustfully at Rukia, his eyes roaming over her petite yet curvy body. He moved closer, pressing his muscular frame against her back. “I
Yamcha nervously approached the Capsule Corp building. He hadn’t seen Bulma in months, not since she had married that arrogant Saiyan prince, Vegeta. But Yamcha
The Thousand Sunny gently rocked on the calm evening waters. Nami stood alone on the upper deck, gazing out at the moonlit sea. A warm
Sakura and Sasuke arrived back at camp after a long day of intense training. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, chests heaving from exertion. As
Chichi stepped out of the steamy bathroom, a fluffy white towel wrapped snugly around her curvy figure. Beads of water glistened on her skin as
The battle against Frieza had taken its toll on the Z fighters. After the dust settled, the only ones left standing on the ruined planet
Launch walked into Master Roshi’s bedroom, her blonde curls bouncing. She had a mischievous glint in her eye. “Hey there, old man,” she purred, sauntering
Chi Chi sauntered into the gravity chamber, sweat glistening on her brow after an intense training session. Vegeta was already there, powering up under the
Bulma stepped out of the shower, water droplets glistening on her smooth skin. She reached for a towel and began drying herself off, admiring her
Pan lay on her bed, fast asleep in her own private chambers. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single