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Pinpricks of excitement mounted at the back of her neck as she raced through the front door of her mansion, blood rushing with equal vigor through her veins. She slammed the door shut and carelessly flung her black leather purse on the nearest couch, swiftly spinning towards the grand staircase.
It was every bit as it used to be, nothing changed after years married and living together. Her heart still tightened with expectation at the thought of seeing him again, of wreathing herself in his presence after a long day apart. His voice, rough and temperate, sent flutters of sensation skitterin


Kiss of a SaiyanDisclaimer: If DBZ was mine, well, it probably wouldn't be suitable for children.Kiss of a Saiyan
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 o


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A soft long moan spilled off her lips as she stretched over silken white sheets, her mind still partially held by unconsciousness. She lay like a frail crystal figurine over the crumpled lushness of her ample bed, her gentle motion sending pain through her waking limbs. Her eyes fluttered opened at the soreness in her thighs and the sting deep inside her more sensitive regions. That hazy blanket that had hung over her senses lifted like a veil and in that startling moment she swallowed a gasp.
Bulma sat upright in a swift motion, perky blue eyes striving to focus on a gentle morning that smelled of


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She saw how lonely my father looked Mirai Trunks, Episode 122, original subbed version.
Strong slender legs ran down the flight of steps that lead out into the ample courtyard of the Capsule Corporation facilities. The grass shimmered like green jewels under the gentle touch of the late afternoon sun and the soothing breeze floundered freely through her thick curls of hair. She anchored her heels on the ground and raised burnt cheeks to the cooling wind. It came as a god-sent gift and a much needed break after enduring her mothers chirping blathering. Who woul
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~"You´re only kept your demons in you and close your eyes and hidden the true. And deepside in yourself you realise, there is no escaping, no broken out from your own destroied behaviour and your own lost feelness.~
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Goten : O___O "Poor Gohan.."
Trunks : "Don't worry, Goten.. They're adults, that's how they communicate.. Let this be a lesson for you. Never grow up."
x3
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one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
¡¿¡¿Donde te has metido?!?!
Bueno, escribo primero por que no he vuelto a leer de tí, ¡y segundo por que las ganas de seguir leyendo "How to make love to a Saiyan" se convierten en cáncer!
Dime que vas a seguir escribiendo y que no te has olvidado de tus fans, DÍMELOOOO! *Desmayo*
No te preocupes, no he desaparecido! Estuve trabajando varias semanas (de manera intermitente) en una nueva versión del capitulo 1 de HTMLTAS. Eso es lo que me ha acaparado tanto tiempo, pero ya que lo publiqué, ya puedo dedicarme a lo que sigue en el capitulo 24. Era un proyecto que me tenia inquieta y no podia continuar la historia hasta no acabarlo.
Luego ayer estuve trabajando en una vignette que subire a DA mañana.
Ya la semana que viene tiene que estar subido el nuevo capitulo
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Caprice.
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Ejem.
A ver, pues te cuento que ya en dos semanas entro a estudiar diseño gráfico, de manera que finalmente obtendré una tableta para poder trabajar cómodamente en photoshop. Tu historia me encanta T.A.N.T.O, que tengo enterrado en la cabeza el hecho de que va a tener que convertirse en un doujinshi.
Y esa idea es inexpugnable.
Solo necesito que me des tiempo para obtener la tableta y aprender algunas cosillas sobre historietas (todavía estoy demasiado cruda en eso) y créeme, mi proyecto de tiempo libre será eso: hacer el doujinshi de How To Make Love to a Saiyan -si me lo permites, por supuesto-.
¡¡ES UN JURAMENTO!!
Que si te lo permito? Dios, por supuesto que si!! Me parece super! Te aseguro que sería todo un honor contar con arte hecho por ti. He visto tu galeria y tu trabajo me parece extraordinario. Lo digo con toda sinceridad. No puedo imaginar lo increible que será ahora con una nueva tableta. No sabes lo emocionada que me pone la idea. El recibir arte de un lector es una de las mejoras cosas que le puede suceder a alguien que escribe. Ahora para mi es un juramento el seguir con la historia y el darme todo el tiempo necesario.
Cualquier cosa, ya sabes donde encontrarme. Te prometo no desaparecer!!
Un abrazo
Caprice
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