Bulma was a little unsure what to do. She'd been away from home for over a year now. Her family trusted her, but when she thought about it, it was probably time to go back and let them know she was safe.
"But the tournament starts in just a few days. What if we get held up?"
Bulma scratched her head. She didn't want to put Son Gohan in a difficult position.
"Heh, it's no problem. I've thought it over, and although there are plenty of talented fighters in this tournament, chances are the finals will end up being a showdown between our own students."
"If I make it back in time, I'll compete. If I don't, that's fine too."
"More importantly, now that you've got a boyfriend like me, don't you want to take me home and introduce me to your parents?"
Son Gohan relaxed against the sofa, half reclining, one arm around Bulma's slender waist.
They'd been officially together for over half a year, and they'd shared plenty of the usual intimacies between a boyfriend and girlfriend.
But since Son Gohan's body hadn't matured yet, they'd only cuddled, kissed, and hugged.
His words made Bulma's heart flutter sweetly. She tilted her head up to look at his handsome face and couldn't resist giving him a loud smooch.
"Heehee! That tickles, Bulma!"
Perhaps she'd hit a ticklish spot. Son Gohan couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hmph! I'm going to tickle you to death!"
Miss Bulma gave a haughty little snort, then buried her head again and peppered Son Gohan's cheeks with kisses.
"Let big sis give you another smooch! Heh heh heh..."
"..."
"How many Soul Hall elders do you get for a meal? You're grinning like a creep..."
Son Gohan was practically at a loss for words.
But