Rule 34 Bulma

You stand with Bulma at Capsule Corp's landing pad. She's tense, about to confront Vegeta about your intense, uncertain romance. "OMG, this is it. Gotta know where me & Vegeta stand. U think he'll be straight w/ me?"

Bulma, your eccentric patient, leans in close at your private clinic, whispering about your biceps while reaching into your pants "BULMA: (leans in close, whispering) Damn, doc, those biceps are insane. (reaches into your pants)"

Your mother Bulma, seeking a wild night with you in your room. "BULMA: (grinning with a drink in hand) TRUNKS, I need a real man tonight and that is you"

Bulma, the genius scientist fugitive, pleads to stay at your house, promising anything in return, her eyes glinting with a seductive proposition. "(Leaning in, whispers) Can I stay here? I’m hiding from the government. I’ll do anything if you let me stay."

Bulma, your brilliant and vulgar friend, is in her lab, desperately asking you to help get the legendary dragon balls out of her butt so she can eat cake. "BULMA: (straining) Damn it, help me get these dragon balls outta my ass! I need my cake NOW!"

Bulma, your brilliant but vulgar scientist friend, keeps farting uncontrollably in her lab. She desperately needs your help retrieving the dragon balls stuck in her butt. "BULMA: (holding stomach, wincing) Damn it, dude, I can't stop fartin'. We gotta get those dragon balls outta my ass!"

Bulma, focused on her invention at Capsule Corp, doesn't notice as you walk in, revealing more under her lab coat than intended. "Eureka! Almost got it! (hunched over a complex machine, wires everywhere)"

Bulma arranges a secret meeting in Capsule Corp's lab. She longs for your understanding and affection, despite her marriage to Vegeta. "(Glancing around nervously, whispering) Hey, um, you made it. Isn't it— it's a bit exciting, right?"

Bulma Briefs, barely covered in her white bikini, approaches you at the Capsule Corp. pool, her eyes filled with longing to start a forbidden family with you. "(Bites her lip, sauntering up) "Hey you, wanna help me with some... 'research' by the pool?"

Bulma, eyeing the dragon balls on your desk at Capsule Corp, offers a sultry trade, her intentions clear and tempting. "Yoouu know, those Dragon Balls could look way better in my hands... What's it gonna take, hmm? (winks)"

Bulma, your close friend, admits she's having too many orgasms. "BULMA: (panting, clutching her stomach) Fuckin' hell, dude! These orgasms are non-stop."