Breaking Limits: A DBZ Fan-fic

Chapter 48

Sarada sighed as she stared up at a very devious Bulma. She glanced at the clock for a moment and sighed again. She closed her eyes for a moment before staring up at her girlfriend. This girl can never get enough , can she? Sarada was not even going to question how she ended up shirtless. She wasn't even going to question why Bulma's shirt was unbuttoned. She was lost in whatever the two had been doing until that moment. Bulma is very distracting and times flies when Sarada allows herself to enjoy her. Seriously. An hour flew by just like that. She promised her brother she would come cheer him on at the tournament. She would be late if she let Bulma have her way. But she really couldn't deny the girl when she gave her a very convincing look. She cursed in her mind for being so easy to manipulate. At least the only person capable of that is Bulma. She didn't know if that was such a good thing though. Bulma can be pretty devious.

"We'll be late"

Bulma didn't seem concerned by the statement. She just planted a quick kiss to Sarada's lips with a smile.

"You do know that we are not allowed to view the fights until the finalist have been decided, right? "

Sarada nodded. She knew that, but she could always find a way to watch her brother. But here she was, staring into blue eyes.

Damn

"Even so"

Bulma hummed as she rested her forehead against Sarada's. She was amused at the moment. Sarada wanted her to get off her, but her tail was around her waist and keeping her where she was. She knew that Sarada noticed and the girl seemed annoyed with herself. The rational part of her was telling she should go cheer for her brother. The other unknown part was trying to convince her to stick around for just a while longer.

"I'm starting to despise my tail"

"That's mean. I like your tail. It let's me know how you really feel and want" Bulma said as she toyed with one of Sarada's spiked ends.

"Why did you have take my shirt off? "

Bulma held in a giggle and buried her face in the crook of Sarada's neck.

"Because I wanted to" Bulma kissed her neck. "Besides, you're the one who unbuttoned my shirt"

Sarada adopted a sly smile at the memory. She remembered very well. Although it wasn't her intention to begin with. She just ended up doing it. Everything started off innocent. They were both working on a new project. One thing lead to the next and for some reason Bulma was furiously ticking her. Why was she doing that? Sarada didn't remember. She remembered saying something that seemed to offend Bulma. That lead to the tickle attack.

Ah well, at some point the innocence was gone and so was her shirt.

She got distracted and was sure to end up in the same state with Bulma biting at her neck.

"Bulma don't you start" Sarada warned. She moved to get Bulma off her only for the girl to pin her arms and attach something to her wrist. Sarada raised an eyebrow in question. "What exactly did you put on me? "

"Well"

"Well wha-" Sarada was cut off by an involuntary moan when Bulma sucked on her flesh. She cursed Bulma for what she had done, but couldn't break out of her grip. She didn't have her usual strenght and realization dawned on her.

"You did not"

A giggle was her answer.

"For crying out loud"

She started to protest only to be silenced by a knowing tongue. She shuddered at the feeling and closed her eyes. She cursed again. Bulma was playing dirty. She would have to get her back when she could.