The Third Child

Earth

"Just you wait! Don't let me catch any of you alone!" Son Gohan limped toward Bulma's house, clutching his butt.

Beerus was too underhanded!

If Son Gohan hadn't forced himself to hold on and used Instant Transmission to escape, who knew how they would have tortured him!

Looks like I need to rein it in a little and consider their feelings.

"Well, well, who made someone as high and mighty as you look so miserable?" Bulma lounged lazily in a rocking chair.

"Don't mention it. A bunch of shameless old geezers." Son Gohan rubbed his lower back again.

"Ow..." Son Gohan gripped the armrest of the reclining chair and lay down with difficulty, a faint stabbing pain spreading through his lower back.

"Don't you have healing abilities? Why not heal yourself?" Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Right! I forgot because they made me so mad!" Green divine power radiated from Son Gohan's palm as he healed each of his injuries.

"Pah! When I'm exhausted in bed, you heal me up so you can keep tormenting me, but when it's your turn, you forget? Have you no shame?" Bulma cursed.

"Hehe, now that you mention it, I'm getting a little worked up again!"

"No, no, no! I can't take any more." Bulma frantically waved her hands.

"What are you afraid of? You don't have to do anything..."

As he spoke, Son Gohan swept Bulma up in a princess carry!

Bulma tightly wrapped her arms around Son Gohan's neck and buried her head deep in his chest. Her breathing became hurried and heated, as though every breath carried endless passion and longing. The sound directly stimulated Son Gohan's nerves, sending a numb tingle through him.

Bulma's actions were entirely natural, without the slightest bit of pretense or affectation. She seemed born knowing