"So I heard you and Trunks are spending lots of time together."
Sakura blinked and looked up at Bulma, who was standing in her doorway with her arms crossed and hip cocked. Her persian red sweater was flattering on her, but it seemed to scream danger when combined with the blunette's suggestive grin. That grin sent a sudden sense of foreboding crawling up the teenager's spine.
"As sweet as it is," Bulma sighed dramatically, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. "I think we need to have the talk first."
"The… talk?"
"Well, when a man and woman love one another very much—"