Bulma’s Clever Scheme

"He-El, you want me to eat you?" He-El looked at Bulma with amusement and held out a branch skewering a chunk of roasted Tyrannosaurus upper belly meat. "N-No, no, no, no..." Bulma jumped in fright, her teeth chattering. She hurriedly pressed her legs together on the table in front of herself and frantically waved both hands. Especially when she saw He-El open his mouth, revealing neat, white teeth with faint streaks of blood left over from eating raw meat, her scalp went numb.