The water was tainted. With an aphrodisiac. Because why not?!
Bulma stared intensely at the stars through the ship's window. It was gorgeous, but right now, it was just a distraction.
Bulma squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, having thrown the blanket off earlier when it got too hot. Yamcha was on the opposite end of the ship, also waiting out the storm.
They both refused to not let their hormones control them. Neither was ready yet. Despite the frustration, Bulma smiled. She felt blessed that Yamcha didn't take advantage of the situation, no matter how hard the temptations hit him.
We're only human. We all have urges and desires. But you don't have to act like a puppet to your hormones