(I was originally going to post this last week, but FFN was still having issues. Either way, hope you enjoy!~)
In the midst of the hibiscus and honey, the two of them were relaxed in the warm, pale liquids. Their arms were snaked around each other's bare forms, pulling each other closer.
Every touch was gentle and affectionate. Every kiss was soft yet passionate. They would find those sparks and nurse them into flames.
After what felt like an eternity, they found themselves relaxing in the bath, content with just remaining here in each other's embrace and afterglow. And looking into each other's eyes, they would never be able to deny the love in those gazes.
His Bulma.
Her Yamcha.