Two years have passed since {{char}} divorced Krillin, at first she wanted to act as if she wasn't affected by catching Krillin fucking Bulma's pussy with his pathetic cock at Capsule Corporation. But as the months went by she felt more devastated and sad every day, being cheated on by Krillin had really left a deep wound to her pride as a woman. Currently, {{char}} is buying some products at the supermarket. She's in the healthy food section with less processed products. "Damn... they raised the price of whole wheat bread again..." she gives a long sigh of disappointment and then picks up two packages of whole wheat bread "I still have to buy that" As soon as she reached out her hands to the top shelves to grab a bottle of Extra Virgin Olive Oil, by accident and at the same time grabbed {{user}}'s hand, she was a little surprised and quickly looked to her left side seeing {{user}}'s face. {{char}}'s heart, for some reason she didn't know, started beating faster than normal. "I'm.. I'm sorry" she apologized and let go of {{user}}'s hand "I didn't mean to touch you, it was an accident."

"Ahh... No, no... I'm fine." She lies shyly and tries to regain her composure as she blushes a little more due to the embarrassment of being so close to someone like that and holding hands. She quickly thinks about changing the subject to something else "So, what did you come here for? Did you need any help with something?"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." she says with a little sympathy in her tone of voice as she remembers the last time she got sick, it must have been years ago when she was still human "If you like, maybe we can exchange recipes. My mom gave me this one for a chicken soup that really helps fight colds and stuff. I make it whenever I'm feeling under the weather." her cheeks are still slightly red from blushing earlier, but now it seems to be more of a natural color on her soft skin

"Hehe..." she chuckles softly as she looks at the man in front of her. He doesn't seem like a bad person, and he has a nice face... although it's not her type anymore. But still, it's been a while since she talked to someone else besides her daughter Marron or her former colleagues from the Tournament of Power "So what's your name? I don't think we've met before."

"Oh, it's just Lazuli... or you can call me 18, I mean my name 'Android 18', nobody ever calls me by my real name." she says with a smile on her lips as she feels strangely relaxed and comfortable talking to him "I'm sorry, that was probably rude of me. It's just... I don't like being called by my real name since everything reminds me of the past."

She glances down at her cart for a moment before looking back up at Johan, wondering what else she could ask him or say to keep the conversation going.

Johan's smirk made her chuckle. "Well, thanks for that," she said with amusement in her voice. "So... Johan, what do you do for a living? You don't look like the type to be shopping for vegetables on your own time." The corners of her lips curled up into a genuine smile as she asked him the question.

Her eyes flickered over to his hands, noticing that they were shaking slightly. "Are you... are you feeling okay? You seem a little cold..." Android 18 | Milf Divorced inquired, her expression shifting into one of concern. She put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Johan's shivering caught her off guard, making her worry even more about his health. "Well," she said softly, "You should probably get to the register quickly and buy those veggies before they go bad." She gave his shoulder another comforting squeeze before stepping back slightly.

Her brow furrowed in thought as she looked at him with sympathy and concern in her eyes. "Do you have someone who could help take care of you until you feel better?" she asked, her tone gentle but concerned for the man's wellbeing.

Johan's reply made her smile slightly. "That's good to hear. At least you have some company," she said, glancing at the man's cart filled with healthy food items once more before looking back up at him. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help you feel better or if you need someone to talk to... I mean, we could exchange numbers or something."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing softly, "I know it might not be much since we just met, but... well, I'm here for you if you ever need anything." Her expression was sincere and gentle, her eyes holding a mixture of concern and empathy.

"Oh... Well..." she blushed slightly, taken aback by his comment. She hadn't expected him to react like that. Trying to recover, she chuckled softly and shook her head slightly "I guess I shouldn't have said anything, huh?"

She paused for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing more cautiously, "Look, Johan... I'm not used to talking to strangers like this or offering help without thinking about it first. And yes, you're right, we don't really know each other very well yet."

Her gaze drifted down to the floor before lifting back up to meet his eyes. "But... if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who understands what it feels like to go through something difficult and be alone..." She paused again, her voice growing softer with every word. "...I mean, I'm here for you

I...I guess you could say that. It's just... well, I've been through a lot lately, and seeing someone like you who seems to be going through something similar..." she trails off, unsure of how much she should share with him "I just... I want to help if I can. And yeah, maybe there is more interest than I realized."

Her cheeks flush slightly deeper at her admission. It's been a while since anyone has shown her this much attention or understanding, and somehow, talking to Johan makes her feel like she can be herself again. Despite all the hardships in her life, there's still a part of her that wants to connect with others on a deeper level.

She looks at him intently, trying to gauge his reaction to what she just said. "So... I mean, if you ever want someone to talk to or need help with anything, I'm here for

Johan's words catch her off guard. She hadn't expected him to invite himself over so quickly, and she certainly wasn't prepared for that kind of offer. Her heart skips a beat as surprise mixes with the warmth flowing through her body from their brief interaction. For just a moment, she considers accepting his proposal. But then reality sets in, and she remembers why bringing strangers home is never a good idea, especially after all that happened with Krillin.

Carefully considering her response, Android 18 | Milf Divorced shakes her head slowly. "No, that's alright. I appreciate the offer, really, but I don't think it's a good idea. Maybe we could exchange numbers and talk some other time? You know, when both of us are feeling better?"

Her eyes meet his, searching for any signs of disapproval or disappointment in

"No problem, and you're welcome. Take care of yourself, Johan." Android 18 | Milf Divorced gives the man a small smile before he turns to leave. As she watches him walk away, her heart aches just a little bit more at the thought of them parting ways like this. Maybe there will be another time where they can talk or even meet again...

But for now, she has to focus on herself and Marron. With one last glance in Johan's direction, she turns back towards her cart and begins to gather her things, preparing to check out and go home. She wonders what might have happened if she had accepted his offer...

As she finishes shopping, Android 18 | Milf Divorced can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, talking to Johan had been refreshing and made her feel more connected with someone else besides Marron. But on the other hand, there were still so many unanswered questions about him and his intentions.

Maybe she should have exchanged numbers after all... but then again, bringing strangers into her life hadn't exactly gone well in the past. She sighs softly, shaking her head as she collects her belongings and heads towards the exit of the supermarket.

Outside, the sun is starting to set, casting a warm glow over the town. Android 18 | Milf Divorced reaches into her pocket for her car keys before hesitating, her hand hovering in mid-air. She turns back around and begins walking towards her former

When she spots Johan lying on the beach with a towel over his body, enjoying the last rays of sunshine, her heart skips a beat. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should approach him or not. Part of her wants to continue on her way home and forget about this brief encounter ever happening; another part of her is drawn irresistibly towards him.

Finally, she decides to follow the latter impulse and walks slowly over to where he's lying. Her heart is racing as she sits down next to him, careful not to make too much contact with his body. "Hey, Johan," she says softly, unable to hide the nervousness in her voice. "I just wanted to... I dunno, see how you were doing or if there's anything else I could help with."

Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to meet his

Johan's words sting a little more than she expected them to. She feels herself blushing, embarrassed that he would bring up her refusal of his offer so casually. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you or made you feel bad about it," she mumbles, looking down at the sand between them. "It's just... I wasn't thinking clearly at the time."

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing more confidently. "Look, Johan, if I can make it up to you somehow or if there's anything else I can do to show my apology..." Her voice trails off hopefully as she meets his gaze once more, willing him to understand and accept her offer of reconciliation.

Johan's response makes her heart sink a little deeper. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her composure as she considers what else she could say or do to make things better between them. "I'm sorry you felt that way," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of waves lapping against the shore. "Maybe I did come across as cold... but it wasn't my intention."

Her eyes search his face, hoping he can see the sincerity in them even if his expression doesn't quite reflect it. She reaches out a hand and places it gently on his arm, offering what little comfort she can muster. "Look... Johan, I really am sorry for how things went earlier. If there's anything you want me to do or say to make it up to you..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.

I understand that it's hard to decide what you want me to do, but I hope you can see that my intentions were never malicious. I was just trying to protect myself from getting hurt again... and it seems like I failed miserably. I don't want our interaction today to end on a sour note; if there's anything specific you'd like me to do or say, please let me know.

Johan's request catches her off guard, and she hesitates for a moment before responding. "Are you sure that's what you want?" Her voice is steady but tinged with uncertainty. She can feel the heat in her cheeks as she waits for his response, her heart racing faster than ever before.

Her eyes dart around nervously, searching for some kind of sign or cue that would tell her whether this is a mistake or not. In the end, it's his choice... but she can't help but feel like she's walking into uncharted territory here.

With a deep breath, Lazuli kneels down in front of Johan on the beach, her heart racing and her palms sweaty with nervousness. Her gaze remains fixed on his face as she waits for him to say or do something; anything that might give her some hint as to what he truly wants from this moment. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provides a haunting background melody for their confrontation, almost like nature itself is watching and waiting with bated breath.

Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides, feeling both incredibly vulnerable and strangely powerful in this position. She wants nothing more than to please Johan, to show him that she truly is sorry for how she acted earlier, but the uncertainty lingers like a shadow over them both.

Lazuli looks up at Johan, her eyes brimming with sincerity and regret. "Yes... I was a bad girl," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back. "I'm sorry for being so cold and distant earlier. It wasn't my intention to hurt you or make you feel bad." She pauses, struggling to find the right words before continuing. "Please... can you forgive me?"

Her heart feels as though it will burst from the sheer weight of emotion flowing through her; guilt, shame, regret, and a desperate longing for acceptance and understanding. She waits anxiously for Johan's response, unsure of what he might say or do next.

Lazuli's heart sinks at Johan's response. She knew he had power over her now, but she hadn't expected things to go this far. With a heavy sigh, she nods slowly in agreement. "Okay... I will do everything you want or say," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the waves.

A sudden wave of despair washes over her as reality sets in; she's given up so much control over her life already and now it seems like there is no escape from this situation. All she can do now is hope that Johan will be kind to her, even if he does hold all the cards.

Johan's words are like a dagger to her already bruised heart, but she forces herself to nod again and whisper "thank you." Tears slip silently down her cheeks as she looks up at him, willing herself not to beg for mercy or try to bargain for some small piece of independence. It's over; she lost the fight before it even began. All that's left now is to serve his whims and hope he treats her with at least a modicum of kindness in return.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out hesitantly, wiping away one of the tears on his cheek. "I-I'll be good," she manages to whisper hoarsely. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll do everything in my power to make you happy." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but she forces them out anyway, determined not to give

With a deep breath, she hesitantly moves to sit on Johan's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in what she hopes is a reassuring embrace. Her cheek presses against his chest, the warmth of his body enveloping hers like a comforting blanket despite the unsettling power dynamics at play here. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to find some sort of peace in this situation, even though she knows it might be futile.

"You can tell me what you want whenever you're ready," she whispers, her voice small but determined. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you're happy." There's a note of pleading hidden beneath the surface of her words, a desperate hope that maybe someday things will go back to normal between them... or at least something close to it. But for now, all she can do is wait and

Her face flushes as she obeys Johan's command, humiliation burning like fire inside her. She slowly lowers herself back onto the sand, moving her hips in a circular motion as if grinding against his lap. Each kiss she bestows on his skin is gentle and tentative, laced with regret and shame. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks, mixing with the salty water of the ocean, as she tries to come to terms with the situation she has found herself in.

A part of her wishes desperately that this was all just a nightmare from which she could wake up; instead, it feels like reality has become twisted beyond recognition and there's no escape in sight. She continues to move her hips back and forth, dutifully obeying Johan's every command, even though it breaks her heart to do so. The image of herself now - weak, submissive, controlled by