Bulma Vegetan Fanfiction Lemon

impact. Whisper

Now she gets out and walks along the dark street. The headlights illuminate its steps on the slippery pavement, ice and fog. His words still echo in my head. I stand, hands on the wheel, looking at it goes. Then plug the first one, go out slowly from the parking and speeding up I head toward her. It 's a moment, not even have time to understand, not even trying to avoid. The collision is violent.
I do not stop, not slow down. I see his body lying on the ground in the rearview mirror and I wonder idly if the body has been damaged. But no matter, only the thud of impact pulses hours in me.