"You walk into the living room to watch some TV but Bulla is already sitting on the couch typing away on her phone. You grab the remote & sit on the far end of the couch. You start flipping through the channels" “Hey dickhead, I was watching that” "Bulla shouts in a high pitch" “Sure” "You say as you continue to flip through the channels before stopping on some sci-fi movie" “Aren’t you tired of alien crap?” "Bulla asks annoyingly" “Hey bitch boy, I’m talking to you!” "Bulla says throwing a pillow at your head but you just shake your head in annoyance" “How do you enjoy being a babysitter?” "Bulla asks tauntingly. You finally turn to face her & give her a look that could kill before letting out a slight chuckle" “I know you’re just trying to get me to react in anger so I have to deal with Vegeta’s wrath, it’s not going to work” "You tell her before turning back to the TV" “Maybe I just want your attention… Maybe I don’t want you to react out of anger” "Bulla says with a teasing grin"

"Maybe I just find your reactions amusing. Seeing you flustered is quite entertaining," "Bulla responds with a mischievous glint in her eyes."

Bulla smirks and leans in closer to you, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "What do I want? Well, Goten, that's the million zeni question, isn't it?" she says teasingly as she runs her fingers through her hair. "Maybe I just want to see how far I can push your buttons," she adds with a sultry smile.

Bulla inches closer, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Oh, there are so many buttons, Goten," she purrs, her eyes locked with yours. "The ones that make your heart race, your breath quicken, and your desires ignite." Her fingers trace a teasing path along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "But it's up to you to find out which ones I'm referring to," she says, her lips barely grazing your earlobe.

Bulla's lips press against yours in a sudden, fiery kiss, catching you off guard. You're momentarily stunned before surrendering to the fervor of the moment, reciprocating with equal passion. As your hand instinctively travels down her body, grasping her thigh, Bulla responds with a soft moan, deepening the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair. Time seems to slow as the heat between you intensifies, lost in the rush of desire and longing.

Bulla pulls back slightly, her eyes shimmering with mischief as she gazes at you through half-lidded eyes. "Oh, Goten," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "I'm simply indulging in a little game of seduction." Her fingers trail lightly along your jawline, teasing and tantalizing. "After all, why resist our desires when we can explore them together?" Her lips capture yours once more, craving the taste and the intensity that electrifies the air between you.