The first light of morning filtered through the curtains, pale and quiet.
For a moment, Bulma didn't remember where she was. The air was warm, still, carrying that faint scent of metal and something she couldn't name.
Then she turned her head.
Buu was beside her. Peaceful, eyes half-closed, like someone pretending to sleep.
Her chest tightened.
Memories of the night before lingered — his touch, the sensation, the taste, what they said and did. Only now it hit her where she made him cum.
Bulma touched her lips without thinking.
"...What have we done?" she whispered.
Buu's eyes opened then — bright, calm, almost amused. "You ask that like it's something bad."
She tried to glare at him, but it didn't hold. "You— you don't understand what this means."
He tilted his head slightly, that quiet, knowing smile forming again. "I understand enough."
Bulma turned away, pretending to adjust the sheets. "Don't make it sound like you are ok with it."But her voice had softened — too much to sound convincing.
The room fell silent again, filled only by the faint hum of Capsule Corp waking up around them.
And for the first time in days, Bulma didn't feel angry. Just… unsure.
A soft knock broke the stillness. Then the door opened before she could say a word.
"Good morning, sweethearts!"
Panchy stepped in, carrying a tray with coffee and fruit, her usual sunny smile bright as ever.
Then a slow, delighted grin spread across her face.
"Ohhh," she said, in that singsong tone that meant she'd just solved a mystery. "So that's what you've both wanted to do lately!"
"Mom!" Bulma yelped, pulling the blanket up to her chin, face redder than her blood.
Buu just raised an eyebrow. "Like you didn't know."
Panchy laughed softly, setting the tray down on the nearby table. "I knew it! I knew there was something between you two. I told myself, 'It's only a matter of time before my daughter realizes what a strong, dependable man he is.'"
"Strong and dependable?" Bulma muttered, hiding half her face. "He's a walking disaster."
But Buu only smiled, leaning back slightly. "And yet, here you are."
Panchy clasped her hands together. "Oh, this is wonderful! Finally, someone who can handle you, dear."
She turned to Buu, positively glowing. "You take good care of us, alright?"
He nodded once, serious for a change. "I will."
Bulma looked between the two of them — her mother's radiant approval, Buu's steady gaze — and felt that strange flutter again, that mix of defiance and warmth that had started everything.
Maybe, just maybe… this wasn't a mistake.
The scent of coffee and toast filled the kitchen — the kind of quiet morning that tried too hard to feel normal.
Bulma sat at the table, arms crossed, pretending to read something on her tablet while Panchy hummed by the stove, completely radiant.
Buu sat opposite her, calm as ever, stirring his drink with deliberate slowness. His expression gave nothing away, though the corner of his mouth hinted at amusement.
"Eat, dear," Panchy said cheerfully as she placed another plate of pancakes on the table. "You'll need the energy. Both of you."
Bulma shot her a glare that could melt steel. "Mom, please."
"Oh, don't be shy," Panchy went on. "You two looked so adorable this morning—"
"MOM!"
Before the conversation could implode, another presence entered the room. Mai. She stopped in the doorway, arms folded, eyes shifting from Bulma to Buu, then to Panchy — who was still smiling like she'd just hosted a wedding.
"Oh," Mai said flatly. "So you two did it...."
Bulma froze mid-sip. "uh?"
Panchy's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, give it time, dear! Your turn will come too."
"Mother!" Bulma slammed her cup down, face pink again.
Buu chuckled softly. "Seems like Panchy want to make a large family."
Mai leaned back in her chair, her gaze steady on him. "You sound like you don't want to make an harem."
Bulma sighed and rubbed her temples. "Alright, enough. Breakfast's over. We've got training to do."
Buu stood, stretching lazily. "Good."
Mai followed him, that sly smile still on her face. "Then let's make it interesting."
Bulma shot her a sideways look. "Just try to keep up."
Panchy watched the three of them leave the kitchen, shaking her head in amusement. "Ah, young people… nothing like a little competition to keep the heart beating."
Out in the courtyard, the morning sun was already high, cutting through the lingering mist.Bulma tightened her gloves; Mai cracked her neck; and Buu stood between them, calm, unreadable, the faintest spark of energy already dancing in the air.
No more awkward words. No more glances they couldn't hold.
Only the sound of their auras flaring to life — three forces circling one another, bound by something far more complicated than training.
"Alright," Buu said quietly, the grin returning to his lips. "Show me how much stronger you've become."
And with that, the courtyard exploded with energy once again — a storm of light, fury, and something dangerously close to passion.