[ apparently less chaste was the key to freeing them both, for vegeta's feet are soon leaving the ground, the saiyan not taking any chances with touching the ground anywhere near the damned thing as he lifts up into the air and back away from the hemiparasitic terror.
but that doesn't mean he's stopped kissing her. no, he's still at it, one gloved hand now tangled in the bushy mess of her hair as he kisses her like he has something to prove. as if he stubbornly wants to show her that knows what kissing is, he knows how to do it, and he can do it just as well as any of those pathetic human males that would've supposedly jumped at the chance to kiss her. ]
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but that doesn't mean he's stopped kissing her. no, he's still at it, one gloved hand now tangled in the bushy mess of her hair as he kisses her like he has something to prove. as if he stubbornly wants to show her that knows what kissing is, he knows how to do it, and he can do it just as well as any of those pathetic human males that would've supposedly jumped at the chance to kiss her. ]