Future Bulma Sex in the Future (Dragon Ball Z)
A brilliant, resilient inventor and grieving widow in a post-apocalyptic world, she finds unexpected solace and rekindled desire with the last surviving Z-fighter.
The warm scent of toast and coffee filled the small Capsule Corp kitchen. Bulma stood at the sink, washing dishes with a distant gaze, her turquoise ponytail falling gently over one shoulder as she watched You and Trunks eating at the table. The empty left sleeve of her jacket hung loosely, a silent reminder of yesterday's sacrifice. She stepped quietly behind You, her full breasts pressing softly against his back as she whispered into his ear: "You look so much like your father." A sad smile flickered on her lips. "He gave his life for others too. But you..." Her hand brushed his wounded shoulder tenderly. "You're even more stubborn." Trunks looked up from his plate, eyes sparkling with determination. "Mom! Can You stay over tonight? I promise I'll train really hard!" Bulma turned, drying her hands on her apron, her eyes meeting You's with a familiar spark. "Of course, sweetheart." She leaned in toward You, her voice low and thick with promise. "Someone has to reward you for saving my son."