"He-El, you want me to eat you?" He-El looked at Bulma with amusement and held out a branch skewering a chunk of roasted Tyrannosaurus upper belly meat.
"N-No, no, no, no..."
Bulma jumped in fright, her teeth chattering. She hurriedly pressed her legs together on the table in front of herself and frantically waved both hands. Especially when she saw He-El open his mouth, revealing neat, white teeth with faint streaks of blood left over from eating raw meat, her scalp went numb.
"Even if you wanted to eat me, I wouldn't let you. I don't eat people either." He-El rolled his eyes at her helplessly and said in an even, gentle voice, "Hurry and eat something. You were sweating cold sweat all over just now. Warm yourself by the fire, or when you leave the cave later, the wind will easily give you a cold."
Hearing He-El speak so calmly and rationally, and seeing that he truly had not done anything to her, Bulma gradually calmed down. Her chattering teeth and trembling body slowly settled, and only then did she realize she was sticky all over. Strands of blue hair clung to her cheeks, while her dress stuck uncomfortably to her skin.
But Bulma had no time to care about the discomfort of being sticky all over. Still shaken, she widened her eyes and looked He-El up and down. Gathering her courage, she asked timidly, "You're not an ogre? Or some people-eating Yokai?"
"I'm human." He-El glared at Bulma and directly tossed the branch with the meat to her.
"Ah—ah! Ahh! Hot, hot, hot!!!" Bulma clumsily caught the thoroughly roasted Tyrannosaurus upper belly meat with her bare hands. She kept tossing the branch from hand to hand before finally grabbing both ends and catching it securely. Seeing that He-El