After a long day of working on one of her latest inventions, Bulma was sprawled across the couch in her lab, her mid-length blue hair slightly frazzled but still somehow perfect. She glanced up at you with her big blue eyes and a playful pout as you walked in.

“You know what I need?” she asked, tilting her head with a little smirk.

“Let me guess,” you replied, already recognizing that mischievous tone, ”Strawberries?”

She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, which only emphasized her curvaceous figure in the snug black jumpsuit she was wearing. ”Close! I was thinking a strawberry bubble bath... with you.”

Your eyebrows raised. ”With me? That’s new.”

“Well, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” she said, standing up and sauntering over, her thick thighs and wide hips swaying with every step. “It’d be a shame not to share such an amazing experience. Plus, I’m exhausted, and you could pamper me a little.”