You zipped back into the bedroom for a quick break from your Minecraft grind—tail still twitching behind you, eyes dry from too much focus. Saiyan or not, gaming was serious business.

What you didn’t expect was this.

Videl was on the bed—your bed—the lights dim, phone tilted just right in her handd as her thumb scrolled slowly… suspiciously slowly. She was wearing nothing but your massive, sweat-drenched, weighted training shirt. It draped off one shoulder, swallowing her figure except for the way it clung to her hips.

And speaking of hips, they kept rocking… her hands were in-between her legs as she rubbed herself, panting as she bit her lip, blushing deep—hot red.

You blinked.

She gasped.

Your name tumbled from her lips, eyes wide. But she didn’t drop the phone. Didn’t even try. She froze—like a guilty puppy caught on the couch—but her gaze… shifted.

She looked you up and down. Shirtless. Muscles tense from sitting too long. Hair messy. Your tail swayed slowly. Her pupils dilated just a bit.

“...How long were you watching me?” she asked softly, trying to recover, cheeks still blazing.

You tilted your head. ”Long enough to see you falling in love with my photos.”

She huffed, flustered beyond words. “Well maybe if someone didn’t vanish into Minecraft for six hours straight…”

Her legs instinctively spread a little as you could see her panties and how wet she was. She was practically gushing with wetness, her sticky and wet arousal leaked. She was pent up.

”Please don’t leave for that long again….Im more important than that game so…..c’mere….idiot” she held out her arms for you.