sorandkiari

Disclaimer: If DBZ was mine, well, it probably wouldn't be suitable for children. Kiss of a Saiyan “My skin!” Bulma grimaced as she glanced worriedly at the mirror before her on one of the roomier bathrooms in the Capsule Corp's second floor. Her ivory skin that always felt silky to the touch now felt a bit dried out and in desperate need of moisturizer. She could certainly not settle for anything other than perfection and perfection to her was nothing less than petal skin that was velvet to the touch. Unfortunately the sun on the outskirts of the capital hadn't settled too well on her ivory features. It had been a long tiresome