#the saiyan prince’s wife; {bulma briefs}

[the-bar-sinister]

With regards to the Smol Vegeta post:

Sooooo

its not really that Vegeta has suddenly become tall

its more of I swear either they gave him a very brief growth spurt or saiyans just keep fucking growing or something lmao or maybe they biologically have another growth spurt after adulthood idk

Anyway: Allow me to present some images lol

So that's Buu Saga right? So this is before we get to Super where its like just before GT but it's been about ten years, the kids are like, adults minus Goten and Trunks (who are pre their first growth spurt, saiyan biologically speaking.)

Notice the height diff between Goku and Vegeta here. Vegeta is clocking in at roughly chest height for Goku while Goku towers a head and a half above Vegeta.

Now here's their height diff in media after Buu Saga: [Specifically, this was the Broly Movie]

Like maybe it's just my eyes (and the fact that there is no image that just cleanly has BOTH side by side for this comparison that I can even nail down and find lmao) but thats QUITE the change right?

But hey maybe it's just that Goku is Average guy height and Vegeta is just you know, a wittle guy. Let's try it with another character whose height we know does not change outside of a good set of heels: Vegeta's Wife, Bulma.

[I admit not the best grab lol]

Like he's either a little shorter or about her height.

But then....

(This is from the Broly (2018 movie) )

(And this is from Super)

All this to end off on:

He's still small but no longer is he 'smol' so to speak lol only smol now compared to the lone average height haver LOL.

(thank you for letting me rant in your askbox about, of all things, the height of a gremlin space prince)

Thank you for sharing all this with me. Knowing that the recent media has had his height inconsistent-- growth spurt or otherwise-- makes me even more of a smol Vegeta thuther <3 Hehehe

Possibly just since I haven't watched any DBZ since 2005 XD

[db-gochifan]

Dragon Ball Ships Week 2023 - Day 3: Passion

Title: Desire Characters: Bulma Briefs and Vegeta Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta and mentions of Bulma/Yamcha Summary: Bulma has had enough of Yamcha's fan club. Warning: Possible NSFW content.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Bulma walked past the gravity chamber for Kami knows which time. Every time she glanced at it, hoping that everything was okay with Vegeta inside it. She hasn’t seen him in days and was beginning to worry about him. She took a couple of steps towards the door, but decided against it. With a light shake of her head, she turned around and left. If she didn’t know it any better, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed during his intense training to become a Super Saiyan. She didn’t have any reason to check on him, he was nothing but a guest in her house because he didn’t have a place to stay. She had no interest in him whatsoever; he was rude and mean to everyone. Besides, she was happy with Yamcha. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Saiyan. Vegeta came out of the gravity chamber after several hours, with a white towel wrapped around his neck and shirtless. There was a bottle of water in his left hand, which he squeezed with anger for failing another attempt to become a Super Saiyan. He stretched his neck and walked out of the room, heading to his bedroom. He was in desperate need of a shower. On his way there, he had to walk past Bulma’s bedroom. Much to his surprise, he found himself slowing down and peeking inside it to see if she was there. Not that it mattered to him, he couldn’t care less about her. But he had to admit she and her family were nice enough to let him stay over. And he didn’t think Capsule Corp was that bad either. It was big enough to go unnoticed by everyone for a whole day and that was just what he needed. And training, of course. **** The following weeks were pretty much the same, but Vegeta noticed a few different things. First he came across the table full of food when he walked into the kitchen to have his post-training meal. And that night he noticed there were two trays placed by the door of the chamber when he walked out of it. He had to admit Earthlings could be good people, even when he didn’t exactly treat them right. Having grown up the way he did, he learned to mistrust everyone. But maybe it didn’t have to be like this anymore. Vegeta sat down and leaned against the wall of the chamber before eating the food that was taken to him. He was taking the empty trays to the kitchen and, to his surprise, he spotted Bulma walking in his direction, probably going to her bedroom. The Saiyan prince couldn’t help but notice she was wearing a slightly transparent gown and tried his best not to look below her face. She, on the other hand, felt her cheeks burning red with his bare upper body all sweaty from training. “Oh good, you ate.” She said cheerfully when she took notice of the empty trays. “I hope it wasn’t cold.” “It was good. Did you make it yourself?” “Yes and no. Some of it was already prepared, I just had to heat them.” “T-Thank you.” “What?” Bulma blinked with surprise. “I said thank you! Are you deaf?” “Why do you always have to be like this? Geez! No wonder why he can’t find a girlfriend or wife.” She snapped furiously and then resumed her path to her bedroom. “Have a good night, Vegeta.” He frowned after hearing her statement and mumbled all the way to the kitchen. Bulma leaned against the door after she closed it. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, but the image of Vegetate being shirtless still lingered in her mind. A few weeks ago, she didn’t allow herself to think about him in a fond way because she was Yamcha’s girlfriend, but all this time they have been living under the same roof made her realize maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Then, in an impulsive moment and blinded by desire, she left the door slightly open and slid the sleeves of her night gown off her shoulders. All that was left to do was wait for him. The Prince of the Saiyans was returning to his bedroom when he noticed the door from Bulma’s room slightly open. He frowned and mumbled angrily when his heart started beating fast in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t walk into her bedroom without her permission, but, for the first time in his life, his body didn’t obey him. Plus, he could see a small glimpse of her from the hall and his urge to go inside only grew stronger. And before he knew it, he slowly pushed the door open. Bulma stood up from her bed and stood across him; a few feet separating them. There was a small smile on her face when she moved a lock of her hair away from her face. “So you wanted to check on me.” She gave a couple of steps towards him and could feel the tension increasing in him. “I didn’t want to check on you, woman. You have your boyfriend for that.” “Not that it’s any of your business, but Yamcha and I aren’t together anymore.” “You’re right, it’s not any of my business.” He turned around to leave. “I’m going to my room.” “Wait a moment.” Bulma couldn’t believe what was happening. For a moment it seemed like he was… In an impulse, she grabbed his forearm and he looked over his shoulder. “What? You thought I was gonna fall for this?” She let go of his arm and folded hers in front of her chest, frowning. “Fine, if you want to go, then go. I don’t know why I even thought there was something going on between us.” “There’s nothing going on between us.” Vegeta walked out and heard the door slam behind him with a loud thud. Vegeta was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Bulma had just told him. She had touched a sensitive spot, one he refused to accept. He couldn’t help but feel like Goku had beaten him up once again and gotten married and became a father before him. That mere thought made him angry. He had to find a way to revert that situation. **** Driven by extreme rage, Vegeta was finally able to turn into Super Saiyan for the first time a couple of days later. His motivation was renewed and he was fully satisfied with his training for the first time since Capsule Corp. became his home. He left the gravity chamber with a large smile on his face, feeling confident he would finally be able to defeat Goku. Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Bulma was sitting outside the chamber, with her back leaned against it. Her legs were fully stretched and her eyes were closed. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him to get out of it. She slowly opened her eyes when she faintly heard Vegeta talking to her. “Huh?” “What are you doing here? I already said I don’t like being disturbed when I’m training.” “I didn’t come here for you.” She said with fury as she stood up. “I need to make some adjustments to the chamber and I was waiting for you to leave to do it. Not everything revolves around you, you know?” “Whatever. What kind of adjustments?” “It’s not your business.” Bulma snapped. “You’ll find out next time you use it.” “You’re such an annoying woman. But it doesn’t matter, I’m so proud of myself today nothing will ruin it.” “May I ask you why you’re happy?” “Not that I should tell you anything, but I was finally able to turn into a Super Saiyan. I can defeat Kakarott once and for all.” “That nonsense talk again?” Bulma shouted angrily. “Is that all you Saiyans think about?” “You’re not one of us, so you wouldn’t understand.” “Thank Kami for that. I’ve seen how Goku acts sometimes when it comes to fighting and it’s annoying.” “Kakarott doesn’t know a thing about it. He’s a low-class warrior.” “Right, right.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed his forearm in an impulse when he began to walk away. Feeling his strong muscles in her grasp made her blush a little and wonder how bigger they got when he was in Super Saiyan form. “What do you want now?” But Bulma barely seemed to register what he had asked. It was like she was hypnotized by him. She looked up and saw he was staring right at her with his usual angry expression, but she could see there was something else behind it. Hardly aware of her movements, she lifted her arm and touched his cheek. In a normal situation, Vegeta would have immediately either grabbed the person’s wrist before the touch or pushed the hand away as soon as it rested on his cheek. But for some reason he couldn’t do that to Bulma. He felt like he was paralyzed, though he could fully move around. But he didn’t want to. And then a thought flashed in his mind for a brief second, but he would never admit that out loud. He was enjoying it. Much to her surprise, he was the one who closed the distance between them and kissed her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned even more towards him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He didn’t pull back at it, but his unexpected reaction made her do it for a couple of seconds. She threw herself into it again and a soft moan escaped her lips when she felt his arms tighten around her body. Being so caught up in the moment, she slid her hand down his back and under his shorts. Vegeta quickly pushed her away and frowned. “What were you doing?” “I’m sorry, I thought it was okay. Yamcha didn’t mind it when I did the same to him.” “Don’t compare me to such a weak fighter.” “Yamcha isn’t weak. He’s pretty strong for an Earthling.” “Whatever. Don’t do that again.” “Okay, I got it! I’m sorry!” “Don’t yell either. What a noisy and annoying woman!” “Excuse me?! You didn’t seem to think so when your tongue was tangled up with mine.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned around and left her alone. “Ugh, stupid Saiyans.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta stopped in the middle of the dark hall, only a few feet away from Bulma’s bedroom. He couldn’t stop thinking about their kiss that happened earlier. He had never experienced such a thing before, and had mixed feelings about it. He also thought about Goku already having a son and he didn’t. His hands closed into fists. He was the Prince of the Saiyans, he should have his own offspring. He looked over his shoulder towards the door. She was his best shot at that; in fact, she was his only shot at that. Overwhelmed by that feeling, he spun around and walked back to her room. “What are you doing here?” Bulma asked surprised when he burst into her bedroom again. “Didn’t you make it clear you had no interest in me whatsoever? Did you have to come back and disrespect me again?” “Hear me out, woman.” He sat on her bed, which caught her even more by surprise. “This will happen only tonight.” “Alright. You don’t want to risk falling in love with me.” “That’s not it!” “You just said that… nevermind.” “So how does this work?” “You’ve never been with a woman before?” “That doesn’t matter!” Vegeta blushed heavily. “Let’s just get it over with.” “Okay.” She crawled towards him and kissed him briefly, quickly lying down on her king-sized bed and bringing him along. **** When Bulma opened her eyes the next morning, she looked around and noticed Vegeta was already gone. She knew it would happen, but deep down she couldn’t help but feel disappointed for wanting him to still be there, with his arms wrapped around her body. And maybe having a morning round before they went on with their days. With a long sigh, she wrapped herself up in a sheet and stood up, staring at the view outside from her glass door. She found out from her father that Vegeta was already in the gravity chamber for another intensive training day, by the time she walked into the lab. Countless times she caught herself glancing towards it, in hopes he’d come out and check on her, and had to shake her head to turn her focus to what was really important. Thinking about how fast her life turned around made her dizzy. The same Saiyan that left Goku seriously injured and scared the hell out of her was now living in her house. It was a risky situation at that time, but she just couldn’t leave him on his own. She couldn’t help but smile and wondered when she actually started having feelings for him. When Vegeta walked out of the gravity chamber at the end of the day, he was in his Saiyan form and wearing his usual training outfit. He took a look around and realized the whole lab was empty and there was no tray by the door waiting for him either. For a brief second, he wondered if something had happened to Bulma, but quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He still wanted to have no attachment to her. After having dinner, he made his way back to his room and found himself stopping in front of Bulma’s door and glancing at it. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was inside. As his true nature returned, he frowned and rolled his eyes before resuming his way to his bedroom. Little did he know what was going to happen next. Bulma was walking down the hall in the opposite direction, coming from where his bedroom was, and they met halfway. She felt momentarily panicky, but quickly her attention moved to his well-toned torso, completely hypnotized by it. “I hope you didn’t enter my room.” “I… I…” She shook her head and frowned, finally understanding what he had said. “I wasn’t coming from your damn room, you don’t have to worry about that.” “Good.” “Like there’s anything special or valuable there.” “What do you know about value anyway?” He said in a superior way and folded his arms over his chest. “How dare you talk to me like this? Especially in my own house!” Bulma shouted. “Get a fucking clue! You’re living here for free and as a guest. Be grateful for the opportunity you were given!” “Ugh, get out of my fucking way, woman!” He tried to get past her, but she held his arm. Before he could even snap at her, he felt her lips on him and suddenly his body started not obeying him anymore. He placed a hand behind her head and wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her closer to him. She pushed him against the wall when things got heated and was trying to reach for the doorknob when he abruptly pulled away and broke their kiss. “What’s going on?” There was a puzzled expression on her face and she blinked a few times, trying to understand what had just happened. “What the hell were you thinking to just kiss me like that?” “Excuse me?! It’s not like you didn’t kiss me back! And don’t you dare talk to me like this again!” “I still want nothing to do with you, woman. Go find your boyfriend.” He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. “Ugh, why can’t you be nice like Goku?” “Kakarott is an idiot.” He shouted from inside. Bulma spent about two or three minutes staring at his door, trying to understand why it was so hard to get through him when he recovered his senses and pushed her away. She was starting to regret her decision to break up with Yamcha. Inside the room, Vegeta stood a few feet away from the door, with his back turned to it. His heart was racing and he hated all these new things he was feeling. He couldn’t help but think they made him weak. Still, he found himself opening the door and grabbing her arm before she could walk away. Surprised, she looked at him. “What are you doing, Vegeta?” Without saying a word, he simply pulled her inside his room and closed the door behind him.

[soulcluster-moved]

the saiyan prince quietly approached his wife's lab, quickly locating her in the far corner bent over one of her machines. he was captivated by every aspect of her and often found himself admiring how dedicated and hardworking she was. today was such a day where, usually he'd lean his shoulder against the doorway to her lab and slip away before anyone else could confirm his presence. the coast was clear today and he could sense that the rest of her employees were scattered throughout the rest of the building. "bulma." vegeta came up behind her as one of his hands gently rubbed at her shoulders to alert her of his sudden presence before nudging her to turn around so she could see the small bouquet of flowers in his other hand. "happy birthday. don't work yourself too hard." a rare softer smile forms though she's seen it before ( usually it's only reserved for her ), and then just as quickly, his lips start to curl into his signature smirk. "you'll need your energy later."

it's bulma's birthday! (8/16)

Ever since she was little, Bulma's birthday had always been a large affair. Not any typical birthday party would do for the heir of Capsule Corp. Aside from catering, guests, cake, and entertainment, Bulma also needed a stellar outfit that showed off just how amazing she was. Which wasn't hard! She was Bulma Briefs.

Which meant that, sometimes, her work needed her because there was simply no one else with her brilliant mind. Luckily, she was rich enough to hire planners to take care of all the party accommodations.

And that was how Bulma Briefs now sat in a form-fitting red dress with a swooping neckline, her hair dolled up in curls and pins as she worked away at the latest problem that plagued Capsule Corp engineers at a critical junction of their work. She was so zoned into the problem that she didn't hear her husband enter, and jumped in her seat when she heard his voice.

Bulma turned toward him with wide eyes but her expression quickly turned into a smile. "Vegeta!" She stood, partially wanting to give him a good look at her in this dress. He'd no doubt be taking it off later. The bouquet was a surprise from him, which made her love it all the more as she accepted it. "Awww, thanks! You're so sweet, I always knew it." She winked at him.

It didn't take long for his typical smirk to fall into place, the kind that made a shiver go down her spine and made her toes curl. Oh, he was too good at that, and they hadn't even touched. "Oh, I'm counting on it. The real question is..." Bulma leaned closed, letting her husband get an eyeful down her dress, just enough to tantalize, "...can you hold out that long?"

[chriscranky]

Welcome, Briefs Family!

I recently embarked on the journey to create a Dragon Ball inspired world in The Sims 3! Here is the Briefs family, consisting of Bulma & her parents, Vegeta, and Tunks.

Their bio reads:

The Brief family is a brilliant and eccentric bunch, known for their groundbreaking inventions and larger-than-life personalities. Led by the genius scientist Dr. Brief and his wife, the family's wealth and influence have grown exponentially thanks to the success of Capsule Corporation.

Their daughter Bulma, equally brilliant and headstrong, has found an unlikely partner in the Saiyan Prince Vegeta. Together, they navigate the challenges of raising their half-Saiyan children, Trunks and Bulla, in a world that's constantly under threat from powerful forces. Through it all, the Briefs remain a tight-knit and loving family, even if their dynamic is anything but ordinary.

[ateenagersseriousproblems]

[carnal-lnstinct]

HI HI HELLO OMG THE EVENT IS OPEN LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO

Also happy birthday in advance! Hope you get to have a fun (and safe lol) day! 🎂🍰💖

Okay so my request :3 If you're cool with it, could I request something nsfw with a stalker yandere kind of Reader obsessed with Raditz? I have a few different prompt ideas I can't decide between so I'll list them and let you decide whichever!

-Reader breaks into Raditz's home in the middle of the night either to leave gifts and love notes or to finally stake her claim on him (this sounds very dub-con/non-con i don't blame you for skipping this one)

-Reader follows Raditz to an outdoors Halloween party/event to get handsy with him (look i like outdoor/public play too 😹😹)

-Similar prompt to first, Reader breaks into Rad's home in the middle of the night, except in this scenario this is actually a RP scene between Rad and Reader with Reader pretending to be a Slasher from a horror movie for a little fun and hot fear play and maybe even some knife play

-Crazy prompt: Werewolf!Reader chasing Raditz at night in the woods for more outdoor play and some pred/prey play :3c

-Even crazier prompt: Succubus!Reader

Literally any of these would be cool to see you handle but obvs only if you want to! I just want more Dom!Reader and you feed me so well (Kamidere of Destruction my beloved 😹)

Raditz x Stalker!Reader〖 requested by @emmacornell 〗 ✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. unrequited love, rejection, hypnosis, raditz activates reader's trap card!, "I put a spell on you because you're mine~" intensifies ✦✦Warning: canon-typical violence, yandere themed, noncon/dubcon, implied somnophilia ✦✦A/N: Emma you are grounded for giving me so many great ideas to work with and me being incapable of picking just one! So I blended a few for good measure. 👀 ♥ You can ask for another one off the list of course. And thank you for the birthday wishes! ♥♥

The smell hit him long before he reached the door, a blend of spices and smoking meats seeping through the windows and walls of his home. He opens the front door to a trail of flower petals and heart-shaped balloons flying out past him. Cute. A romantic means of one lover expressing fondness for another. But Raditz lives alone with no such company. Moreover, no one had access to his home without his permission. For a while, he would come home to anonymous letters tucked in the door with words of deep affection, longing for his attention in return or a gift box sitting on the doorstep coincidentally holding something he openly spoke of being useful to him. Someone had to be out to get him and naturally, he suspected foul play in it rather than accepting the idea some Earthling admired him. From the looks of it, he was about to find out who was behind it.

Raditz cautiously follows the petal trail towards his kitchen, ignoring the piles of new gifts decorating the living room and connected dining room. The sounds of pot lids rattling come in over a gentle humming before he reaches the threshold into the kitchen. He couldn't recognize the voice yet, but it sounds like they were still too preoccupied with cooking to notice him come in. He first peers into the kitchen, by some chance that the humming did belong to someone he knew. However, the aproned silhouette was unfamiliar to him, quickly prompting him to stand in the doorway with a stern glare.

You turn away from the stove and your humming abruptly ceases once startled by the larger man darkening the doorway. The shock was quickly replaced with excitement as a bright smile filled your face.

"Welcome home, Raditz!" You cheerfully greeted him, his brow arching over his fixated glare.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded, taking the chance to place your face in his memory, and surprisingly something does jump out to him. "Wait... I do know you. Bulma's assistant!" He remembers you from a brief encounter outside the Gravity Room, not that you stood out among the Saiyan Prince and his wife's bickering.

Your smile grew, cheeks darkening with color. He remembers!

"Thaaat's me. The cats out of the bag." You softly laughed, moving to the countertop to grab the dish rag to clean your hands. "I-I hope you didn't mind, I noticed you don't keep a lot of spices around here so I brought some from my home. But then I didn't really know if you had a preference for any ones in particular, so I just bought some more for you to have and try out." You gesture to the full spinning spice rack, also purchased by you, and give it a little spin to show the variety before giving a thoughtful pause before turning back to him. "...Unless, maybe... you don't like them- you're allergic, maybe? Vegeta and Goku never seem to have an aversion to foods, I should have known better than to assume-"

"I asked you what you're doing here?" He asked more firmly, moving further into the kitchen as if to corner you from the only exit. Blinking, you clear your throat and lower your gaze to set the rag back on the countertop.

"You...um, you accepted my letters, right?" You look back up to him with a softer smile and clutch your hands together taking a step towards him. "-And the gifts, did you like them? You always bring them inside when I leave them for you." You approach him more boldly, placing your hands to your chest as you bit into your lip to tame your widening grin. "...I'm your secret admirer." You let out a sigh, happy and relieved and with a giggle. "It feels good to finally admit that to you face to face! I didn't know how else to tell you before now, I was so afraid...But now...I understand you feel the same way."

Raditz's glare lets up only to let the blatant confusion show on his face. "I-...What?!" Someone was definitely messing with him to get that idea stuck in your head. Maybe it was Bulma! Pushing some weakling on him to take away any of Vegeta's distractions from training in the Gravity Chamber. Raditz has never even spoken to you before now, you're just one of many forgetful drones wandering around the Capsule Corp building.

"I'm sorry, I just feel so relieved and overwhelmed at the same time that we can be honest with each other now!"

"Don't go getting the wrong idea! I don't even know you!" He quickly lashes out, taking a step away from you before you get too cozy. "How did you even get in here?!"

"The spare key." You plainly stated. Raditz stares quietly at you. "-The one you keep in the capsule corp capsule in the gutter guard?" His eyes widened suddenly. No one knows about that key, certainly not Bulma. Only he knows, he's the only one who needs to. With a playful giggle, you move to close the space in between you as you continued speaking, "I put it back, of course. I just had a copy made to surprise you! Maybe next time I get to come home to you and you can greet me." Your hand reaches out for him and he immediately swats it away.

"Don't touch me! Just-" Raditz huffs and moves to the side to make an opening to the kitchen doorway. "Get out of here. Now!"

You stare at him with surprised wide eyes, holding your rejected hand from the impact and your smile only waning for a moment as you giggle again. "You're right-" You laugh, turning back to the stove. "It's my job to welcome you home now! How rude of me anyways, you've been home long enough that we should be eating dinner by now. Just let me set the table and-"

"No." Raditz grabs your shoulder and turns you back to face him, glare colder than before. He's warning now, "Get out of my house, you creepy human."

"But-...Raditz, I-I.." You try smiling at him again. "Are you having a bad day? You can talk to me about it." You pleaded to him, wanting to feel the skin of his cheek when you reached for him again to reassure him you were here for comfort. Instead, your forearm is grabbed painfully tight as he leans away, forcefully tugging you over to the threshold of the kitchen.

"I said don't touch me!"

"Y-You're...hurting me...Raditz, please!" You whimper, stumbling into the frame of the entrance when he roughly lets you go. You leaned against the opening, holding your arm to soothe the throbbing. Breathless sobs escaped you, tears falling down your cheeks before you knew it. It's not supposed to be like this. You did everything within your power and you did it just right!

"I don't understand it... why did you tell me that you loved me?" You cried, curling into yourself.

"You're supposed to be leaving. As if I would say such a thing to a pathetic human like you." He scoffs.

You slowly straighten yourself up, your shoulder leaning into the frame. "After you came in from training with your father."

"What?"

"After we ate the dinner I prepared for you." Your tone sounds more even as you spoke, breaths calmed. You turn your head to speak over your shoulder to him. "After we tucked in our children..." A small grin pulls in the corner of your lips before you turn to face him, gingerly wiping away crocodile tears and tracing your wet fingers sensually down your lips. "After you…made love to me. Remember? You told me you loved me most of all."

Your switch from despair to delusionally smug was infuriating, Raditz moving to once again force you out of the kitchen and his home if he had to drag you out the front door. His hand reaches out to grab you but when his eyes meet yours, he freezes up. The sensation of energy around you changed drastically, coming off as less human than you appeared and paralyzing him. He feels like he's being repelled by you, and at the same time drawn to you. But it's more than that. He simply can't bring himself to harm you again. You lower your eyes to his outreached hand, your fingers aligning with his and then closing in between.

"It was just a dream to you then, but I gave you your perfect life with your parents again, with your brother, and our family. And you loved me." He watches you move in closer to him still frozen in his own body, unable to shake himself free of this hold. "Your heart told me what you wanted, so I helped you to see it. I couldn't resist...the call of my true nature. To please." Your other hand stretches out for his face once more, ignoring the subtle jerks of him trying to move away from it before you finally grace his skin with a soft caress.

"W-What are you?" Raditz grunted, struggling to even speak. "What power is this?!" Such admirable willpower on this one, still trying to fight your control. Such a saiyan. But you had bound him in his dreams and conquered him many times already. Whatever resistance he held was futile, quantities of his life force existed inside you. You are as strong as he is now. It was all but sealed with a kiss.

"Love." You answered, softly. Round pupils thin into slits as a bright venomous color fills the iris in your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks again. A gentle smile is given to him as you look back up into his hooded gaze. This was supposed to be a romantic experience, a profession of love to be answered in kind, shared over a feast with candles and kisses. He would die in his sleep beside the one he loved, not having to suffer the last of his spirit drained from his body. But he took that chance away when he rejected you. "I didn't want us to end like this my darling, but you left me no choice. I do...truly love you, Raditz. Can you forgive me?"You plead to him, pulling him down to you for that kiss and quieting the muffled "no's" he was able to choke out. It felt like fire going down his throat and consuming his insides, the sensation burning in his chest, down to his stomach, and up into his head. All his muscles tensed and pulsed, his grip on your hand was like a vise.

The kiss is broken and a sharp exhale fell from his lips in visible puffs of smoky air that matched your eye color, the heat inside his chest dulling with fresh breaths. He could feel his body still pulsing, hearing it in his ears and a heaviness in his head. Then his eyes met yours again, seeing not the monstrous stare but the eyes of his love, the wife of his dreams. He's soothed by their focus on him and your hand stroking into his hair. The touch, so provoking, letting his tail slack from his waist behind him. His body acted beyond his control, asserting himself on you with another kiss and backing you into the wall. Immediately mounting you up where your legs could rest around his hips. An all too familiar ravenous sensation spurs within him and for a brief instant, he regains some clarity.

"N-...N-no!" His hand snatches your hair and forces your head back against the wall as he held himself back, still fighting for his control. The illusion of you flutters right before his eyes to enough to see through it, but he cannot force out the heat stirring inside him. It only burns worse as he fights it. "No!" He snarls at you. "Stop t-this!" You watch him silently, impressed by his resolve however fleeting it was. But this seemed to be the extent of it. You reach for the hand tight in your hair and carefully loosen his fingers.

"It's okay." You smile kindly, running your other hand along his clothed chest. "I'm yours right now. And I will keep you cozy." You drop your tone to a sultry lure, dragging his hand down to your breast and holding his grip around it, letting the soft weight of it sit in his palm. "I'm yours right now, Raditz..." You pull at his shirt and he leans into you with less struggle, capturing your lips again. Your demonic spell working away his willpower once again. His hand squeezes your breast and pulls away the fabric and his tail wraps around your leg.

Piece by piece your clothing was stripped away, affectionate and spiteful bites left on your shoulder and neck by him. So rough, and yet so obedient. Your exposed skin felt so familiar but he just knows he has never consciously known your body. Raditz could only watch his own body surrender to you, his head swimming with your voice in his ears. You worshipping his natural beauty, his obligation to desire your destruction present in the way his hips pinned yours up against the wall with the thrust of his large cock inside you.

[pennedbypom-archive-blog]

Character Tag for Current Active Muses!!

[smokeybrand]

That’s My Bulma

I saw a meme saying that, because Bulma Briefs, specifically, is a billionaire, that she is the true villain of Dragon Ball. No mention of her Pops or Moms or Tights, just Bulma. The notion that Bulma can use her considerable resources to solve all the struggles before they even start but “chooses not to”, is what makes her a villain. Because of the billions. If I'm not mistaken, by the time we reach Super, the Briefs are the richest family in the world by a WIDE margin. Now, eat the rich or whatever but i will never stand for Bulma slander. Chick is the linchpin of the Z-Universe, the undercover MVP. Aside from, you know, bankrolling a lot of their adventures, she created the Gravity Room in which the Saiyans train, learned Namekian so she could fly a whole ass alien ship, Put up the entirety of the survivors when said Namek got Freezer’d, created the Dragon Radar, and built a whole ass time machine which directly lead to the extermination of Cell. But, wait, are we talking just pure cash? I’m sure there is more, but i know for a fact that she cashed out Seventeen and Eighteen in order to compete in The Tournament of Power and guess who the f*ck won that? Bulma’s cash infusion literally saved several - SEVERAL- universes. But f*ck that, right? Let’s humor this stupid f*cking meme and just go down the list of Z-Fighters and their “struggles.”

Goku, Chi Chi, and Goten

Ox King is an actual king who lives in a castle full of treasure. I’m sure he cashes out for his princess daughter and her princely spawn. Goku is fine living off the land because that’s where Bulma found him. Before the Buu arc, they lived off Goku's tournament prize money which was more that enough to maintain the Son family lifestyle AND send Gohan to a private high school prestigious enough to house Mr. Satan’s daughter. I can guarantee you Videl wasn’t at any regular ass public school. After the Buu arc, they live off Satan's Peacetime Reward money. We actually see Hercule deliver the hundred million Zeni, personally, to Goku in the first episode of Super. The Son family, despite their appearance, is actually very, very, VERY, rich and has been since Goku won that first tourney. Verdict: What Struggle?

Krillin, Marron, Eighteen

Krillin is a pedophile and his child bride extorted Satan for several hundred million Zeni during the Buu arc. She basically proved her strength at the punch-out machine so when Eighteen ended u being the final opponent in that tourney, Satan paid her substantially more than the prize money to throw the fight and maintain his celebrity. At that point, her family is set for life. However, Eighteen then got cashed off a few million more, by Bulma, for entering into the Tournament of Power. They're set for life twice over. Plus, Krillin is a cop. What about before, you ask? Well, Krillin was a whole ass monk before. They swear off world possessions. He lived with Master Roshi, who owns his own island. There was no need for Bulma to intervene at that point. Verdict: How is there a Struggle?

Piccolo

Former God who now lives with current God. He's also a slugman alien who was once confused for the Devil. No need for earthly desires. Verdict: Where is the Struggle?

Tenshinhan and his normal type Chiaotzu

Actual monks that live in the woods or some sh*t. I think Tien re-opened the Crane school by Super? They live that life detached from worlds desires and just train to get big, i guess? I mean, i know Tie trains his shoulders because f*ck! Either way, Tien wouldn’t even ask for Bulma’s loot. That’s not how he lives his life. Chiaotzu just does whatever Tien tells him. Dude is like a white shadow that way. Verdict: Struggle proof.

Punished Yamcha and the virgin Puar

Listen, let’s get this out of the way; Yamcha is trash water. He washed out early in Z, a non-factor during the Saiyan arc. Mans got murdered by a f*cking Saibaman and not even strong one. A f*cking Raditz level Saibaman! Nappa was worth five Raditz!. By the time Cyborg Feezer and King Cold come to earth, he’s retired from martial arts. Dude is a scrub, by Z-Fighter standards. All that said, by regular human standards, the Wolf Fang Fist is a Wolf Fang God. Farmer with a Shotgun has a power level of five. The last time we clocked Yamacha, he was sitting at an estimated around ten thousand in That Time I Got Reincarnated as Yamcha. I’m sure he’s stronger than that later in the main timeline but, as a benchmark, that ten large makes him substantially more powerful than any human which lends itself to being an absolute walking Chip for his professional Baseball team. Yeah, Yamcha is a Batting God and probably signs multi-million dollar contracts to literally hand titles to the franchise who has the highest bid. Man’s jobs hard in the world of Z-Fighters but, out among the mellow men, he’s set for life. Verdict: His whole life is a Struggle but money is never part of that.

Gohan, Videl, Pan

Videl is a literal Satan. She’s the daughter of the “World’s Savior”. Satan has more money that probably everyone in that world save The Briefs. Satan absolutely spoils Videl, which was a point of contention in their relationship when she was teenager, but that doting never changed. Even as an adult, he gushes over his daughter and, now that Pan is around, it’s doubly worse. Plus, he knows that Gohan killed Cell. Dude holds that kid in super high esteem. Being part of the Stan family, alone, is enough to set Gohan’s family up for generations but, again, he’s still Ox King’s, an actual treasure rich king of a territory, grandson and Goku’s, mans is best friends with the richest woman in the world and just got handed a cool hundred mil, oldest son. Verdict: Never Struggle.

We don’t dismiss Bulma around these parts, bud. She’s amazing, considerate, and brilliant. Ma is a solid wife, a fantastic mother, and a great f*cking friend. She helped to rehabilitate the second strongest motherf*cker on the planet, arguably the universe now that Getes has access to Ultra Ego, and raised Future Trunks into the most upstanding motherf*cker in the Z-Crew, Gohan included. Knowing her personality, knowing her need to solve problems, i imagine she’s used her cash and influence in more, practical, social ways as well. Aside from the fact the current iteration of the Capsule tech is her own design, there’s is definitely more she’s doing behind the scenes because why wouldn’t she? Bulma can be self-serving and is laughably vain, but she’s a solid chick, with an unassailable morality, and a giant heart. There’s no way she’s even a secondary antagonist, let alone the villain of that story.

[darklymelanatedstories]

Freaky Friday (ft Goku&Vegeta)

Vegeta

I woke up to an unfamiliar setting and felt a body pressed against mine. I sat up and looked around. None of this looked familiar. This wasn't my room, this wasn't my bed, these weren't my clothes. Wait...

I glanced down at the body next to me and gasped in shock. This wasn't Bulma. Chi Chi? What the hell!?

I jumped out of the bed, anxiety and stress ran through me. "No, I didn't. I couldn't have slept with Chi Chi. Bulma's the only one for me."

I ran my hand through my hair and realised something else. "This doesn't feel like my hair."

I ran to the bathroom and looked the mirror in horror as my eyes met with ones of an idiot.

"Kakarot!",I shrieked. "No,"I said in disbelief when I noticed his lips moving as I spoke.

I reached out to touch the mirror and the reflection did the same.

"No. No. No! No!" I touched my face, trying to feel any familiarity on it but nothing.

I was in Kakarot's body.

Goku

"Morning Chi Chi.",I mumbled when I felt arms wrap around me.

"Chi Chi!?"

My eyes shot open when I heard that voice. That wasn't ChiChi's voice. It sounded a lot like...oh no.

"B-B-Bulma?",I stuttered. I glanced down at the body resting it's blue haired head on my chest.

She gave a look that scared me even more than I was before. How did I end up in Bulma's bed? And is she naked!?

I immediately jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom conjoined to the bedroom.

"Vegeta?",I heard her say as I slammed the door closed.

"Oh shxt! Vegeta's here!?" I panicked. "He's gonna kill me!"

I looked around the bathroom and found a window large enough for me to fit through. As I went to open it, I noticed something.

"Vegeta!!"

Startled, I jumped back, slipped and landed in the tub. "Oomf!"

I rubbed my head as I got up and searched the bathroom for Vegeta. I could've sworn I saw him in here. Once my eyes found the mirror I froze in horror.

"Vegeta?" His lips moved in sync with mine. Was he mocking me?

I reached out to touch the mirror and Vegeta did the same. What was happening? Was he stuck in the mirror or something?

That's what I hoped because I didn't want reality to correct me, telling me that,

"I'm in Vegeta's body." I gasped as realisation hit me.

"Vegeta! What's going on with you?" I heard Bulma say as she knocked on the door.

"Nothing, don't come in." It then that I realized that I didn't even have my voice either.

Vegeta

No, no, no. This isn't right. What the hell is happening?

"Goku, honey are you in there?"

Shxt! Chi Chi woke up. "Uh, yeah. I'll be right out."

"I need get out of here.",I said to myself. I listened to the woman's footsteps as they got farther away. Once I was sure it was safe I slowly opened the door and peaked out into the hallway. Chi chi had entered the kitchen.

Damnit. I needed to go past the kitchen to reach the door.

I took a deep breath and tried to act natural, in Kakarot's way.

"Hey Goku."

"Hello wife.",I said as calmly as possible.

"Uh, okay. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Actually I'm not quite hungry today so if you'll excuse me.",I said as I walked to the door.

I heard her gasp. "Not hungry!",she exclaimed in shock. I then felt a hand pull me back and I was tossed onto the couch.

"Oh Kami. You must be really sick!!" She hurried around the house and came back with a blanket and a tray of food.

She draped the blanket over me despite my protest and placed the tray on the table.

"I need to call Piccolo, Gohan and Bulma.",she said, dialing someone's number.

"Bulma!",I whispered. I needed to see her.

"Mom, what's going on?" Oh no. It's the idiots offspring.

"Goten! There's something wrong with your dad. He's not hungry."

"What!? But dad's always hungry."

"Will you two relax!? I'm fine.",I said, rolling my eyes. I think my tone was harsher than I wanted it to be because they looked at me with complete shock and worry.

"I'll go get Gohan.",Goten said before running out of the house, leaving the door open. I wonder if I could make a run for it.

Goku

I wanted to come out of the room but I was afraid that Bulma was still naked. Even though I might've seen some things when we were kids but I definitely don't think I wanna see anything now.

I then felt a chill. The window was open yes but why did I feel so cold.

As I thought I glanced down and noticed that,

"I'm not wearing any pants. Or anything at all. Dang Vegeta, you two were busy last night."

I balled up the courage and slowly opened the door. I looked around and there was no signs of naked Bulma around.

I quickly ran to the walk in closet and searched for something to wear. I laid out two outfits on the bed. I had a choice between Vegeta's suit or casual shirt and jeans with designer jacket and Carvelas.

Of course I chose the suit otherwise Bulma would get suspicious. Vegeta had nice clothes but all he wore was his suit. Not that I blame him, I always wear the same outfit too.

I heard Bulma call out to 'Vegeta' from another room. "Vegeta, I know you're probably gonna say no but I'm sure you've noticed a new outfit in the wardrobe and I was hoping you'd try it."

I sighed. Just when I put the suit on. I don't know how Vegeta puts this on everyday. It's kinda tight but it quickly adjusts.

I didn't wanna be rude and just try it out. I put it on, never really realising that it might seem out of character for Vegeta to do.

A delicious aroma filled the air that immediately lead me to the kitchen. Woah, wait, Bulma can cook?

"Oh," I then realized that it was her mother. Of course Bulma can't cook. Who'd have time to if they were in her shoes?

"Morning Mrs Briefs.",I said cheerfully.

"Wow, you're awful chipper today, Vegeta.",she said. I then realized that I was being too me to be Vegeta.

"Uh, yeah. I guess.",I said, trying to appear emotionless.

"Wow," I turned away and saw Trunks and Bulma stare at me like I was insane. "Dad, you look so..."

"Handsome!",Bulma exclaimed, running up to hug me. "Thanks for trying it on, honey."

"Well, I didn't wanna seem rude and it is a nice outfit." I rubbed my neck nervously when she gave me a look.

"That's surprisingly nice of you." She touched my forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you alright?"

"That's exactly what I thought.", Bulma's mother chimed in. "He gave me a friendly good morning today you know."

I tried to change the subject. "Um, I think I'm gonna grab a quick bite before heading over to my–I mean Goku's–uh, Kakarot's house."

"Did you just say Goku?",Trunks questioned. I didn't have time for breakfast with all these questions I had no answers to. But I was so hungry.

I quickly grabbed a handful of muffins, like maybe 10, then ran out of the house. Away from those concerned stares.

Vegeta

"Woman, I'm fine!",I shouted. I wish I hadn't because Goku's sons and the Namek came in at the exact moment and their eyes told me that they were preparing to send me to a mental hospital.

"Dad are you alright?",Gohan asked.

"I'm fine. So I refused a little food, no big deal. I just need to be somewhere right now."

"He's awfully rude today, don't you think?",Piccolo said to Gohan.

"Yeah. Something is not right."

I let out an exaggerated sigh and tossed the blanket off as I got up the couch. I was thinking on just telling them what was really going on but I'm pretty sure that they think Kakarot is crazy enough after what just happened.

"Can I leave now!?",I asked rudely. "I don't have time for this nonsense."

Without waiting for an answer I stomped out and took off. I should've done it sooner.

I needed to find that idiot and fast.

Meanwhile..

"Am I the only that noticed dad leaving in his underwear?",Gohan said.

"You're not the only one.",Piccolo said. "Am I the only that noticed Vegeta's ki radiating off of Goku?"

Gohan snorted. "That explains a lot."

Goku

"Jeez, I gotta find my body and fast." I realised that I was coming close to the Lookout and decided to stop and ask Piccolo for answers.

"Vegeta?" Mr Popo looked really surprised but it's understandable. Vegeta rarely comes to the lookout plus I dressed him up a bit today.

"Hey Popo. Have you seen Piccolo?",I asked.

"He went to see Goku. Apperently there's something wrong with him."

"What happened?"

"He refused to eat."

I gasped. "Dang, that's so unlike me." He gave me a puzzled look. "I mean, Goku."

"Did you just say Goku?"

I mentally slapped myself again. Vegeta never says my Earth name. I had to remember that.

"I dunno what you heard fatso but I gotta go." It hurt me a bit but I had to be rude to end suspicions. But I don't think even Vegeta would say such a thing.

I quickly took off feeling bad but hopeful when I felt a familiar ki nearby. Was it mine? Weird.

Vegeta

"Hey Goku.",I heard Roshi call out.

"Where!?",I questioned before face palming myself. "Oh, right. I'm Kakarot."

I then realised that I had flown over the Kame house. I wanted to ignore them but I figured the old pervert might be able to help me.

I landed in front of the old man. He lowered his glasses a bit and his eyes scanned me top to bottom.

"What you looking at pervert!"

Roshi flinched at my outburst. "Uh, it's just, you're not wearing any pants."

I face palmed myself again. I had left in such a hurry that I forgot to change.

"Damnit."

"You alright there buddy?"

"I'm fine. Just stressed is all."

"Has Chi Chi finally got to you?",he said slyly.

I chuckled. "And I thought my wife was crazy but Chi Chi really takes the cake."

"Wait what?"

I clasped my hands over my mouth, realising my mistake.

"Uh, nothing. I better go."

And with that, I took off.

I after a while I noticed an energy coming towards me. Was that my energy? Weird.

"Me!?",I heard him say. As the figure got closer I sped up realising that it was my body.

"Me!?",I said. "Kakarot!?"

"Vegeta!?"

We both stared at each other in a while. I think he was surprised to see himself in his underwear while I was surprised to see myself, the Saiyan prince, in a hippy get up.

"What the hell are you–am I wearing!?"

"Well, Bulma got this for you and I thought I'd wear it. It's really nice actually."

"Yeah, it does look good on me, no doubt but," I shook my head. "Nevermind. How did this happen!?"

"I don't know?" I rolled my eyes. Of course this idiot wouldn't know. I gotta say it was weird talking to myself.

"Think," I held the bridge of my(Kakarot's) nose as I thought. "What happened the last time we were together?"

"I got it!", Kakarot said. "Bulma's machine."

"Bulma's machine? Of course!"

Goku

We flew to Capsule Corp and was surprised to see all our friends there already.

"Hey guys."

"What the hell are you all doing here!?",Vegeta said. I wonder how badly he's ruined my good guy cred.

"Yep, that's Vegeta all right.",Krillin said.

Bulma stepped forward. "I should've known Vegeta couldn't have been that cheerful.",she said blandly.

"Hey!",my body retorted. "I can be cheerful."

"So do you know what's happened?",I stepped in.

"Yeah, it all happened when you two idiots destroyed my particle machine. I guess the explosion got you two to switch bodies.",Bulma explained.

"Can you fix it?",Vegeta asked.

"That depends, are you willing to wear the outfits I picked for you?",she said with a wink.

I turned to myself and awaited the answer of the Saiyan prince inside my body.

"Fine.",he groaned.

"Great, 'cause I already fixed it."

I heard my voice groan in annoyance. "Damn, woman."

We headed to Bulma's lab and she pushed us into this machine before we had a clue what was happening. She shut the iron doors and we waited.

I caught a smile on my face and wondered,"Why you so cheery, Vegeta?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just happy to finally leave your body and be with Bulma."

Before I could comment, he shut me up with a glare. "Not a word." Weird receiving a glare from yourself.

"Okay."

After what felt like an hour, we were finally in our own bodies. I think. As soon as we got we ran to the closest mirror to inspect for any side effects. Nothing. Phew.

"Hmm.",Vegeta said inspecting himself.

"What?",I asked.

"You were right. This outfit ain't so bad. But don't tell anyone or you're dead."

"Too late." Bulma walked in, followed by chi chi.

"Glad you're back to normal. Come on, you must be starving." She took my hand and lead me outside where there was an entire buffet set out.

"You know me so well Chi Chi."

Everyone asked Vegeta and I what it was like being in each other's bodies. Roshi found it funny that we woke up next to each other's wives and soon I saw Bulma look at me curiously.

"Goku."

"Yeah?"

"So when you woke up next to me was I...?"

"Yep.",I said blushing.

"And you saw me.." She was now blushing too.

"Yep."

Chi Chi and Vegeta looked at me strangely. "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing!",we said. "Just an inside thing.",Bulma added.

"What a Freaky Friday.",I said.

Piccolo raised his eyebrow at me. "It's Tuesday."

[multiverse-in-archive]

Five Times Touched (for Vegeta)

send me "five times touched" for a drabble about five times my muse touched yours!

((So some of these will be long, so I'll put these under read more-))

The Saiyan propped his arm up on the doorway, admittedly a tad exhausted from... well... today's events.

It was all rather hectic.

But it taught him something.

This family that he'd inadvertedly created. He... wanted to be a part of it...

Starting with the mother of his son...

Now where...

"And what are you doing here?"

And there she is.

He turned his head just in time to see her previous casual pace picking up to speed walking.

"Oh my Kami, are you still hurt!? Why didn't you go up with the others to the Lookout!?"

And there's the fussing.

... Alright, so how does he do this?

"... I came to talk to you..."

“And what could you possibly need to say that's more important than-"

He cut her off when he reached his free hand over to gently grasp her arm. And for a moment, they both stared at each other's eyes in silence.

He swore he'd never seen anything so blue before her...

... After a while she sighed and reached up tp grasp his wrist.

"Come on, go take a seat and we can talk about whatever you need to say while I work on that mess you made yourself.”

He simply nodded before pushing himself off the doorframe and allowing himself to be led further inside.

---

Alright... So... This took a while to prepare.

It took interrogating the Earthlings about the customs of what he was about to do while trying to avoid being found out before he could even make plans. And once that was done, Vegeta had started running errands with Bulma more often, eyes scanning the ground for coins to pick up discreetly.

... Of course, when he found that rings were something he could never hope to afford with the route he was going, he settled with the next best thing.

He melted the coins down with his own ki, and tirously sculpted and molded the metal into something she could wear on her finger.

... It was far from pretty, but it was the best he could do.

Now was the time.

The prince slipped into the bluenette's lab, makeshift ring clutched in his hand as he approached the heiress from behind.

"Bulma."

She paused her work and looked over her shoulder as soon as he announced his pressence.

"Yeah? Did Trunks lose something again?"

He didn't answer, simply continued his approach.

He saw Bulma raise a brow and turn to fully face him as he came closer and closer, only stopping when he was right in front of her.

"Uh...? Can I help you?"

Again, no answer. He looked down at her hands.

They said... left... right...?

So his free hand made a grab for it, heightening her confusion.

"Uhm... Vegeta?"

... What's the ring finger again? It's... right right right- The- The one next to the pinky finger!

So he moved to slip the ring onto her finger.

It was somewhat lumpy and a tad big on her finger. Not really surprising, as his hands were bigger than hers and he'd attempted to mold it around his own finger to get the shape right. Which he didn't even succeed at. And it looks like he forgot to smooth out the imprint his calluses left in.

So there she was, staring bewilderedly at the piece of metal hanging limply off of her thin, delicate finger.

"... What's this?" she finally asked, looking back up at his face only to be met with his intense stare.

"... Marry me," he finally said, his tone commanding.

This is how you propose, right?

---

Earth customs were so odd. Though he'd already knew that from the proposal.

So much planning and preperation, and much of it was focused on vanity rather than power.

And frankly, he felt a tad rediculous, standing in this suit in front of everyone that Bulma knew on either side of the asile. Some of who he'd never met.

Apparently one side of the asile was supposed to be taken up by the bride's circle. The other the groom's. But since everyone Vegeta knew that he could have ever cared about was dead, two of which he'd burned bridges with due to his own selfishness, that arrangement couldn't happen. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he waited.

What was taking so long anyway-

Then, he heard the music play, and his eyes trailed to the other end of the asile.

And there she was, dressed in pure white and her face covered in a semi transparent veil. One arm clutched the arm of her father, the other a bouquet of colorful flowers.

Time seemed to stand still around them for a moment as she moved closer. And it felt like the only people in the world was just the two of them.

It took a second for him to realize that his jaw had slackened, but when he did, he clenched it and he had his face shift back to its typical stoicism, though he did feel his cheeks warming a bit.

It was when she joined him at the front did Dr. Briefs let her go, joining the rest of the guests in an unoccupied seat next to his wife. Vegeta huffed before flipping the obstructive veil from over her face. What is the point of this thing?

From there, a stranger from behind the podium droned on and on, and he really didn't pay attention.

At least until something caught his ears.

"If anyone objects to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace."

Vegeta's eyes flicked to the guests, eyes narrowed hostily.

Who's the motherfucker that would dare-

He looked over all of them, trying to find the most likely canidate. It past over Chichi with her new son in her lap, a photo of Kakarot between her and Gohan. His soon to be parent in laws, his soon to be mother in law holding little Trunks in her lap. Krillin, growing in his hair and sitting next to the tincan. A blond woman with a laptop on her lap displaying a blue and purple face on the screen and sitting next to an old man. His dark eyes finally fell on Yamcha, whose gentle smile seemed to drop at the eye contact.

Got something to say, wolf boy?!

Almost as if reading his mind, the scar faced man rose up his hands and shook his head in response.

His eyes were torn away from the crowd when he felt a satin gloved hand cup his face and gently turn it away back to his bride.

Finally, the man spoke.

"Do you, Vegeta, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, until death do you part?"

Vegeta blinked at having been adressed, dark eyes flicking to the speaker for a moment before returning to Bulma.

"... Uh... Yes? I'm the one that proposed. What the hell kind of a question is that?"

He heard a bit of snickering in in the crowd and noticed Bulma hiding her face in one of her hands.

What?

Even the man stared at him bewildered for a moment before shrugging.

"And do you, Bulma Briefs, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, until death do you part?

Bulma peeked back up at Vegeta from her hand, looking like she was seriously considering to say no.

What? Was it something he said?

"I do..." she murmured, her hand slowly returning to her boquet.

"Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Vegeta raised a brow at that.

"I neded permission to do that?"

"Vegeta..." she sighed in exasperation.

He looked back at her before cupping her face. Then he leaned forward, close enough so that their lips were brushing against each other.

"Your Earth customs are strange..." he breathed.

"Just shut up and kiss me already...!” she hissed back.

He found a couple of chuckles huffing out of his nose before he finally joined their lips to do just that.

---

Vegeta sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

He's... got a lot to answer for after the shit he pulled... Especially to...

He swallowed.

She was probably never going to forgive him for this...

Rightfully so, he reminded himself.

Just get it over with.

He pushed the door open, seeing his son and wife's heads pop up to face him.

"Dad!" Trunks called out before rushing towards him, practically tackling into him.

Reflexively, Vegeta wound his arms around his son before loosening the hold, hands lightly resting on the boy's shoulder blades.

"Trunks! Don't jump on me like that!" he scolded.

He saw the lavender haired boy open his mouth to reply, but whatever he said never came out as the matriarch of the family stood up, arms crossed.

"Trunks, go upstairs and play with your toys, okay? Your father and I have some things to discuss."

Vegeta held back a grimace.

Yup. Sounds about right.

"But mom-" the Saiyan hybrid started in protest.

"Do as she says, boy," Vegeta said firmly.

The boy looked between his parents for a moment before reluctantly doing as he's told, flying off towards the stairs.

It was only when they were sure he was gone did they approach each other. Until they were face to face.

Blue eyes glared into his dark ones, and the heat of them reminded him of the newer stars in the universe. Burning. Scorching.

"... Bulma..."

She pushed him in repsonse, causing him to step back. Of course it didn't hurt him a bit. She couldn't hurt him if she wanted to.

"What the hell were you thinking!?"

Push.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Push.

She looked like she was starting to tear up.

"Killing all those people!"

Push.

"Holding them all hostage like that!"

Push.

"You almost killed us!"

Push.

"What if you actually did kill us!? Huh!?"

Push.

He could definitely see tears starting to roll down her face now.

"WHAT THEN!?"

Push.

"All BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO BEAT GOKU!!!"

Push.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS NOW!!!"

Shove!

"... I'm sorry..." he finally said, quietly.

Bulma froze then, staring up at him in shock.

Not surprising. He's never said sorry.

Not before now.

So they stayed like this for a moment, staring at each other.

Then her brows shifted to a scowl.

"If you're really sorry... then... Then don't do this again...! You hear me!? Don't you ever pull this crap again, Vegeta!"

He reached a hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing away a tear.

"You have my word..." he said softly.

And just like that, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. Vegeta simply held her there, letting her let it out. His fingers on one hand was tangled in her short blue hair, and his other hand was resting on the middle of her back.

All the while, he felt an aching in his chest, and he couldn't describe it.

Never again... He'd never hurt her like this again.

---

"Vegeta," her voice called from the intercom in the Gravity Chamber, "Could you come out here? We need to talk."

He huffed, though partially from exhaustion.

"Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of training."

"It's important!" his wife snapped, "Get your butt out here before I drag you out!"

... He gave a sigh at that.

Dammit, fine...

He moved, albiet with some difficulty, to the console before shutting it off. The red lights went out, and he was freed from the merciless pull of the artificial gravity.

He rolled his shoulders as he made his way out, met with the sight of Bulma leaning against the wall nearest the exit of the room his chamber was situated in.

She first tossed the towel at his face, which he proceeded to wipe the sweat off with. Then she tossed him a bottle of water.

"So you know how I've been sick lately?" she started as he chugged down the beverage.

He coughed at that, his muscles stiff as he eyed her.

"It's not terminal is it?"

"Oh calm down, I'm not dying," she huffed.

His muscles sagged in relief, though he cocked his head to the side.

"Then what is it?"

Slowly, her hands moved to her stomach.

"I'm pregnant again..."

He nearly dropped his bottle, and he stared at her for a moment, gobsmacked.

Then, slowly, he approached.

"... So... we're...."

"Having another kid, yeah."

Slowly, his free hand reached up to her stomach, fingertips resting lightly on it.

It was flat right now, of course, as it probably hasn't even formed a vaguely human shape yet. But in the coming weeks...

... He remembered her first pregnancy, where he up and ditched her. At the time, he wasn’t willing to accept having a family.

But this time... This time things would be different...!

[joan-frias]

The Cake: A VegBul Fanfiction

This one-shot is based on a short story I created last night. I felt like this will be a good plot for Vegeta and Bulma, so I modified it for this fanfiction. This is the first time I'm doing a VegBul fanfic, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball or any of its characters.

Bulma looked at the blueprint in front her with frustration. This has been the twelfth time she has revised that mechanical plan she has been formulating, and she still could not get it right. Or maybe, thirteenth? She became more frustrated with that thought that she once again set the plan aside on the pile she has created on the floor beside her worktable. Maybe she needs to start over again.

It has been two weeks since the Tournament of Power, and things have started to come back to normal. Well, not really the 'normal' she has learned to live with ever since she married the prince of all Saiyans. Surprisingly, Vegeta hasn't gone training again since that tournament. She wants to think that it's because he spent all his energy on that tournament he can't train for the next weeks or months. For Bulma it was a blessing. At least he will have some time with his family and not just be alone on the gravity room or stay on Beerus' planet for months.

Right now, Vegeta is with their newborn Bulla. Or at least, that's what Bulma thinks. She gave birth to the half-Saiyan girl just before the tournament. It was Vegeta's ticket to join the tournament, because God knows what she might have done to him if he left her while she's about to give birth to his child. He might probably consider sleeping over Goku's house, for she won't let him go home until she feels like forgiving him for what he did. But Whis made it easier and faster for her to deliver the child, freeing Vegeta of his husband duties and making him join the most important tournament the multiverse has ever had.

After that tournament, Vegeta has become a dutiful father to Bulla, and also to Trunks. He was always the one to babysit Bulla, making Bulma do whatever she needs and wants to do, which was not her plan since she had thought of taking a maternity leave after giving birth to focus on her daughter. She never thought Vegeta would have the time to nurse their newborn, so she cancelled everything that she was planning to do for the next two months. But fate has other plans, and she was given the free time that she had been wanting to have since God knows when.

And since she has a lot of free time and not any project on cue, she decided to do that project that she knows she was meant to do. Or rather, she was supposed to based on the event that have transpired in the past years. If only things didn't happen the way they did, then she won't have to produce it from scratch like what she is doing right now. But, thinking about it, maybe it was better that way so that she could recreate that 'thing' from scratch, making her the real inventor and not just some future self she has.

She was once again trying to recreate another blueprint when someone entered her laboratory. She looked up and saw her husband approach her. He is wearing his usual house clothes, which is a blue shirt and khaki pants. It's quite refreshing seeing him in another clothing aside from his training gear.

"Woman, I need you to come with me to the kitchen."

Bulma frowned. "What for?"

Vegeta didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed her hand and made her follow him to the kitchen. He led her to the island counter, then made her sit on one of the highchairs. He then went to the other side of the counter.

"What is this, Vegeta? I have a lot of things to do."

She glared at him, and after being terrified for a while he turned around and went to the refrigerator. He took out a round chocolate cake, putting it down on the island counter.

Bulma stared at the cake, not quite comprehending what the sweet confection is for. She looked back at Vegeta giving him a questioning look. The guy looked away as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I heard you say you crave some chocolate cake."

"You baked a cake for me?" Bulma asked, disbelieving her own assumption.

Vegeta blushed but didn't answer. Bulma's face lit up with a smile.

"I didn't know you could be this romantic."

"Just eat the damn cake!"

Bulma giggled as she watched Vegeta get some saucers, fork and a knife to slice the cake.

"Did you really bake this yourself?"

Vegeta stopped slicing the cake. He looked at Bulma and glared at her. She just giggled, making him proceed in dividing the cake. He served a slice to her.

"Your mother helped me," he suddenly said. "He told me what to do, but I did everything."

"Oh! Then this should be good."

Bulma took a piece of the cake and he watched her eat it. He is obviously anxious to know what she thinks.

"It's good," Bulma said. "I'm just not sure if it's really good, or I just love you that's why I think it's good."

Vegeta blushed at what she said. He grumbled then looked away. Bulma giggled at her husband's demeanor.

"Why don't you try it?"

Bulma walked around the island counter to Vegeta. He wasn't able to stop her as she feeds him a small piece of the cake.

"What do you think?" Bulma asked.

"As always, a proof that everything I do affirms excellence."

Bulma giggled at his remark. Her joyous laugh makes him smile.

"I love you," she said before she leans closer and kiss him at the mouth.

Vegeta was shocked at the sudden and brief manifestation of his wife's affection. Bulma just giggled as she ate another piece of the cake.

"I will never get use of your vulgarity," Vegeta commented.

"Oh, you like it as much, don't you?"

Instead of answering, Vegeta pulled her into him and kissed her on the mouth. It was a deep, passionate kiss that made Bulma breathless she almost dropped the fork she was holding.

"Yeah, that cake sure is delicious," Vegeta said after the kiss.

Bulma smiled as she tried to compose herself after that torrid kiss her husband just gave her. Vegeta took the fork she was holding, eating a piece of the cake, then feeding her some after.

"So what are you trying to build this time?" he asked her.

"Time machine."

Vegeta stopped and gazed at her. Bulma just shrugged, taking the fork from him once again and feeding herself some cake.

"Did you already forget about Lord Beerus and Whis' warning against the time machine?"

"Yeah, but, I feel like it's something that I should do. I know about the rules of time travel and all that stuff, but what if whatever happened to Future Trunks' dimension also happen here in our timeline? It might not be the Androids or a mad god, but something as deadly or catastrophic as that? And the only way to save another future is to go back in time and warn them? I don't know… I just can't help but feel like I should do something because I could."

Seeing the horror that Goku Black has caused Future Trunks' timeline herself, Bulma can't help but feel the terror of its outcome. She would not want another dimension's existence to be erased. Wasn't it the reason why the Universe 7 did everything they can to win the Tournament of Power? To prevent their universe to be erased, and eventually restoring all the universes that was erased.

She sadly continued eating the cake on the saucer, finishing it up to the last bit. Surprisingly, another slice landed on her empty saucer, making her look back to her husband.

"Alright… You can make the time machine, but I hope you follow the rules of time travel obediently. I don't want Beerus to erase any one of my family, or their future for that matter."

Bulma smiled, then leapt towards Vegeta as she clung onto his neck. The Saiyan prince almost fell down, holding her firmly to support both of them preventing themselves from falling.

"What in the world were you thinking?!"

Bulma giggled. "You really loved me that much, huh?"

Vegeta scowled. "I won't spend the entire morning trying to figure out how I can make the cake fudgy yet light if I don't."

"I figured," Bulma said as she hugged him completely.

Vegeta can do nothing but return the embrace. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the warmth that his beloved wife brings him, making him feel peace, joy, and love.

They are on that position when Trunks barged into the kitchen.

"Hey Dad!"

Vegeta's eyes shot wide open as he blushed. He almost pushed Bulma away if she hadn't moved away from his embrace.

"Oh, hey Trunks!" the blue-haired woman said.

"Uh… Mom…" The half-Saiyan kid was quite confused as to how he should act after seeing his parents' display of affection. His face is a little bit red.

"What is it?" Vegeta grumbled.

"Uh… There is a Bulla situation in the nursery. I think you need to change her nappies."

"Alright! I'm on it!"

Vegeta grumpily walked out of the room and proceeded to the nursery. Bulma just smiled as her eyes followed her husband. Trunks is still looking kind of confused as to what he just intercepted.

"Trunks, do you want to try this cake your father baked for me?"

"Uh… is it good?" The young Saiyan went to the island counter and sat on one of the highchairs.

"It is. Try it."

Bulma gives him a slice on a clean saucer. Trunks tasted the cake and liked how it taste.

"I can't believe Dad was able to pull it off."

"So he asked you to look after Bulla while he baked the cake?"

"Yeah," Trunks answered. "He said he'll train with me after if I took good care of her."

Bulma felt glad at what her son said. Vegeta sure is doing all sort of fatherly stuff with the kids. If training is considered a fatherly action, especially with Saiyan parents.

"Did he tell you why he's baking the cake?"

"He said he's tired of hearing your agonizing ranting, so she wants to make you feel better by making the cake you're craving."

Bulma just smiled at what Trunks said.

"I don't understand why he has to make it himself. Can't he just buy one from the store?"

"Honey, that's what makes it more special," Bulma said as she pats her son's head. "When you grow up, you'll understand."

"Guess it's one of those complicated adult things."

Bulma smiled. "Do you want to drink milk with it?"

"Mom, milk is for kids. I prefer juice than milk, the one that Mr. Monaka delivered the other day."

Bulma giggled at her little child's cockiness. Surely, that didn't come from her side of the family. Nevertheless, she took two cans of the juice she ordered from space.

"So, you were taking care of Bulla while your father is baking?"

"Yeah," Trunks answered.

"How was it?"

"Bulla is a handful," Trunks said. "She always wants me to play with her and make funny faces. Are all babies like that?"

"Well, you were also like that when you were a baby," Bulma said. "I remember, I took you at the rendezvous of Goku and the others during that time they first fought with the androids. You actually peed on Yajirobi's scarf that time."

Trunks grimaced with disgust. "I did that?"

Bulma laughed. "You did!"

She continued telling him the story as they both enjoyed the cake that Vegeta baked for her.

[ibitchytimemachine]

Chapters: 53/? Fandom: Dragon Ball Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Summary:

With Earth destroyed, Bulma and the Z gang find themselves in an outer space guerilla war against a tyrant. The mysterious Vengeance seems to be the only hope to win the war against Frieza, but teaming up with him brings its own set of problems.

 AU, ensemble cast but with focus on BV. Several other pairings (m/F and m/m) and non-romantic relationships get significant screen time.

While Vengeance often appears to be a light-hearted, funny story, there are darker elements running through several storylines. Warnings of non-con are for isolated incidents and don't reflect the story as a whole, but explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and general depravity are contained within these chapters.

Of all the Vegebul fics I have read, this one is easily my favorite. It has nuance, gives (almost) every character full and rich motivations and story lines. You find yourself rooting for the oddest pairs and weirdest people. I can not recommend this story enough, and if you wanna read my thoughts on it, lets dive into spoilers below the cut! 

So this story has something for everyone. You want thick well thought out and executed plot? DONE! Humor? DONE! Large cast of characters, both canon and OC who are all pretty well flushed out? DONE! Smut? Name your poison, chances are, its in here. There is so much about this story that I love that I am struggling with exactly the best way to organize my thoughts. So instead of agonizing over it, instead I am just gonna throw away all my careful notes that I have taken during my read and just freaking ramble! 

I think the first thing that people are a little put off on is the rare pair of RaditzXPuar. I will tell you that I 5,000 percent ship these two and it is all because of reading this fic. I love it so much that I MAY have even taken some time to draw my own fan art for the pair, but lets just leave THAT in the vaults xD When Raditz first encounters Puar, he is NOT a cat. Puar is in a Human form and is shifted to be Bulma. Raditz immediately is attracted to Puar’s scent and when they later encounter each other in a bar and end up ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) Ray is still just enamored by Puar’s scent. Whenever we see Rays POV in-between the time that Ray has fucked Human Puar, and the time that Puar is discovered, Ray keeps catching scents of the cat. And it drives him fucking wild. He later says that he is so crazy for Puar that he was about to fuck a houseplant cause it reminded him of Puar. Beyond that we get the backstory on Bonding and that basically Saiyans bond to a mate kinda at random so Ray has basically taken Puar as his husband. Raditz is really a great lover, there is a relationship imbalance between the two, but Ray doesnt take advantage of it. Its really a pretty healthy relationship. Puar gets jealous of some stuff, Ray gets WAY jealous of stuff but they always seem to talk it over. Shit at one point Ray dreams of having kids with Puar, and he is swiftly reminded that Puar is a MAN and will never be and never wants to be a WOMAN. 

A huge part of me feels like this Puarditz pairing is commentary on identity, self acceptance and love. Ray is constantly telling Puar that he doesnt care what his body looks like (except that he is excited to see Puar has a tail), only that it is Puar that he is in love with. It is only Puar Ray wants, no matter if he is a human, cat, plant, screwdriver or anything else. Puar talks about how he feels weird in his cat body, but it is his natural form and he wants to change and be bigger, more menacing, or just different. And I think we can all appreciate that sentiment at some point in our lives, but I can also see this as a low key message about trans acceptance and its fucking beautiful. Hell even Bulma tells Puar that he should take whatever form he is most comfortable in and basically fuck everyone who disagrees. I love that message and I love this pair - fight me. 

I really want to talk about another pretty complex character in this fic, Zarbon. He struggles with so much shame and negativity in this story. He hides behind his good looks and his hair, and when that shit gets cut off, Zarbon is a completely different man, it is shedding his old evil skin and literally growing into his own as a new man, a better person, and you start to care about him. His time with Frieza has basically ruined his ability to have any sort of healthy relationship - friend or other, because he resorts to sex for just about any close relationship he has. The FIRST person he meets after being rescued from Frieza, he starts bedding. Hell he promises a pity fuck to Burter for rescuing him, and come on.. I have never wanted a Burger sex scene more than when I was reading this fic. No really... Catgirl has a way of making you root for just about everyone... I think  that besides the slavers, the only character I HATE is Frieza, and thats pretty cool. AND Speaking of Frieza, shit hes a bad dude in this story. There aren't many POVs of him, and we see a lot of Frieza through Zarbon, Vegeta and Burter, but the POVs after Zarbon escapes and Frieza is trying to replace him is she fucked up shit. You really see his madness when he is sitting in the bloody tub stroking the hair of the dead attendant wishing it was Zarbons. He repeatedly states how much he gave to Zarbon, and how he basically loved him, but then you see him torture the poor man, sexually assault him, and generally just be a complete tyrannical asshole to him. 

The way the Nameks are handled is really cool. I love the nod to canon with them living with the Briefs on Red Station, I love watching Dende figure out how to lead, and struggle with his followers. I love how he makes the decision to room with Gohan as a way of bridging the gap between the Namekians and the Saiyans. The decisions Dende makes shows that he is dedicated to moving forward and not being stuck in the past. But you see him still struggling with things in the past, Zarbon for example. it is hella tense for a while when he first comes aboard because Dende feels Zarbon is responsible for the demise of his people, and Dende seeks out others help and advice on how to manage his feelings. He gets several peoples views and chooses what he thinks is the best, just like a good leader would. He even attempts to make Piccolo feel more welcome in the Namekian contingent of beings on Red Station.

Nappa is a super important character for the beginning of the story. He is the voice of Saiyan past and he advises Vegeta, wether he takes the advice or not. Overall he is the Father figure Vegeta needs (a common role for him) but he tells Vegeta and Raditz about bonding and Gohan comments that it sounds like LOVE. Nappa has some really shitty moments with Bulma, but overall I really like the sweet peeks into his head, when he thinks about his dead wife and babies, or when he tears up about the thought of Bulma and Vegeta having “little princes” of their own, is just heartwarming. And the attraction to Momma Briefs is cute and funny and provides so much ammunition for Bulma to hate Nappa (and boy do they hate each other)

I kinda hate how K18 gets treated in this story, and part of that is how long it takes for 18 to come about, and another part of that is the fact that the story isn't finished. I feel like 18′s android qualities are REALLY played up, which isn't a bad thing - great characterization in fact... but poor Krillin deserves so much better than being mounted with no foreplay and then immediately being engaged... Now I will say that I really like both of these characters in this fic, just wish things were finished cause their relationship has so much more to explore. 

I have both love and hate the Vegebul relationship dynamics in this story. They obviously care for one another, but the relationship seems super unhealthy... there is really no talking, relationship building going on in story. a LOT of fucking sure, but it almost feels like these two banter, fuck but don't really know one another.. and thats kinda sad.. I like that part of a Vegebul fic. Bulma is legit scared of Vegeta on multiple occasions and even in the last published chapter Vegeta looks at her and thinks that she is a monster just like him. And hell with her improvements to the Ki Circlet, she probably is. I will say that their smut is A++ fantastic, it is real, sometimes it is awkward (when they fuck in her lab it is both hot and funny) and there is always a mention of safe sex. 

With all the time spent on, pretty much everyone, including 2 OCs, it is sad that 17, Dr. Briefs and Tien don't get a little more love. They have very very brief scenes peppered throughout the story, and they just seem like after thoughts.. Shit Roshi and Oolong have more impact on the story than any of these three do and thats just a bummer. I am gonna say that maybe they have parts in the unwritten bots of the fic, but who knows if it will ever be updated, much less finished at this point. 

This story is fantastic. I can not recommend it enough. The relationship dynamics alone are fantastic, never mind the fact that Catgirl is FUCKING FANTASTIC at showing not telling, but even when she tells it is impactful. She has a wonderful grasp of character voice and each POV feels like it is actually that characters POV, told through them, not through the lens of a narrator. There are some amazing quotes in this story, some are just funny, 

Others.. Not so much.... 

These are a bunch of misfits thrown together, fighting to survive, and ultimately building a home. Hell Zarbon sees it and is shocked by it.. He says he is amazed by Vegeta “Floating around this country cottage of a ship, lord and master of an assortment of weaklings.” And Zarbon is right. Vegeta is the lord and master of this rag tag crew, and Bulma is their Queen. Their relationship is the glue that holds this little family together. This story is a tale of their struggle to defeat Frieza, but thats not what this story is ABOUT. This story is about, family, friends, love, home and ultimately all the wholesome things humanity has to offer. Sometimes we fuck up, and fight and create drama, but we persevere through those trials and (hopefully) become stronger, more well rounded and more human. And that is a really nice message. 

As a bonus, @rutbisbe drew this amazing Puar/Raditz fan art for this fic and I love it (AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

If you liked this review, after you check this fic out, head over to my A03 and read some of my stuff!

[luigis-love]

SOUL MATE WORDS II

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 02

THE DOUBT

 CHICHI.

 Chichi was washing the dishes, humming a merrily tune while doing so. It was a nice Wednesday, and she was planning to make some fish for dinner. Of course, Goku would need to go fish it, while Gohan studied in his bedroom.

 A sparkle of happiness ignited inside Chichi´s eyes while thinking of her son. He was such a beautiful baby boy… yes; he was four, but still no more than a baby, a cute small boy that was the product of her love with her soul mate…

 At the thought, Chichi felt her hands shiver, and she promptly closed the faucet and cleaned her hands with a towel, trying to fool herself and not to pay attention to the unconscious shaking gesture.

 In five years of marriage, Goku had not said the words yet… she was becoming restless about it. But deep inside, hope still sparkled.

 After Gohan was born, she started to investigate more and more about soul mates, from cheesy silly romantic novels to scientific articles that explained the mechanics of the words. Now she knew that the words might take a long time to be said, there were couples that were together for more than twenty years before the words were said. Some of them divorced, kept in touch, and then the words were said. Others discovered that the words were said from someone that was not their partner, and that had been shocking revelations. Others died without ever hearing them.

 Some said that the soul words had to be earned. You could not just meet a person and claim him or her your soulmates.

 Chichi smiled, tossing the towel away.

 It was silly of her to have expected the words to just be said in a few months, or even a year… she could wait.

         PICCOLO

 It had been a few months for him since the day those awful words appeared on his chest, and hated them with all of his might. He could still hear Vegueta´s laughter and the mockery that followed.

 To think that HE, Piccolo Dai Maho Jr., Prince of Darkness, had a soul mate somewhere in this planet, someone meant for him… it was just plain weird, and stupid.

 He had no time for relationships; he had no time to stand a man or a woman that would make him gooey eyes while telling him a lot of romantic bullshit. He did not even felt attraction for anyone.

 A brief image flashed in his mind, of a woman with dark hair and an angry scowl, and he shook his head angrily.

 He had no time for this stupidities.

 Vegueta´s ki approached, and the namek groaned.

 -          So, deep in thought namek? Something interesting in that head of yours.

-          Go fuck someone else Vegueta.

 The saiyan smirked.

 -          Oh be sure that I will, my wife most probably, since fucking you is someone else´s duty. Any idea as to who the poor idiot could be?

 Piccolo growled baring his fangs. But Vegueta did not back up a single step, the stupid smirk still in place.

 -          What. Do. You. Want.?

-          Amusement. A good laugh. To witness your humiliation at the discovery that somewhere in the world will make you droll like a hungry dog in front of a piece of meat. The usual stuff I do while being in this boring planet.

 The namek groaned.

 “Shut up! Just shut up!”

 He HATED those stupid words.

         CHICHI

 The woman slowly woke up and looked around her. She was on her couch, lying ungracefully in front of the stupid bald man friend of her Goku. He was looking at her worriedly.

 She felt dizzy.

 What happened?

 In a flash, everything came back. The knocking, the stupid bald man stuttering, the news of his husband demise, the kidnapping of her son, and then, everything was black…

 Chichi stood up and Krillin fell to the floor like the idiot he was.

 In a moment, Chichi was going out of the house raging and screaming like a banshee. Her son, HER SON HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THAT HORRIBLE DEMON!!

 -          Chichi WAIT!!

-          LET GO, LET GO, LET ME GO YOU IMBECILE, I HAVE TO GO SAVE MY GOHAN!!!

-          CHICHI PLEASE!!

-          LET ME GO NOW!

 Krillin did not even saw the blow coming, all he knew was that now he was in pain lying against the bark of a fallen tree, a tree that when he arrived was in perfect state by the way.

 -          CHICHI, LISTEN!

-          NO YOU LISTEN TO ME, I AM GOING TO SAVE MY SON AND BRING HIM HOME!

 She did not listen to reason. Her husband was gone, and her son was in danger.

 Chichi stopped and fell on her knees. Her Goku was gone… gone… she was a widow… the man she loved, the one that provided with happiness for the last five years…

 Krillin was again in front of her whispering encouragement words, not that she was listening to him in anyway. Chichi covered her face.

 Her husband was gone, and her son was missing… the demon was able to fly and go anywhere in this planet… her son could be ANYWHERE, literally… that if he was still alive.

 And Goku… ohh Goku… her Goku… her soul mate was…

 Chichi put a hand on the back of her waist, and silently started to cry.

         PICCOLO

 -          How does this works anyway?

-          I don´t know what you are talking about namek.

 Piccolo signed, looking at the distance.

 -          This… words. What am I supposed to do about them?

-          I am still surprised you can even read them.

 There was a tone of mockery in Vegueta´s voice, and he decided to ignore it. He had heard enough about him being an analphabet when they first appeared. It didn´t matter that he explained to the tick headed prince that he was in fact, also royalty and he had three sets of memories, hundreds of years of wisdom and spoke every language on Earth… Vegueta still thought he was an imbecile.

 -          Vegueta, be serious for a second. What do I do with these stupid words?

-          What makes you think I have a clue? Watch them, photograph them, and burn them. I don´t care what you do. Is not like you can go see every being in the planet and talk to them. With the things that your chest says, likely every person who listens to you will end up saying your soul mate´s words.

-          Ha ha and bloody ha.

 The saiyan shook his head. It was enough for a joke.

 -          You cannot do anything namek. You know what a pain in the ass they were when mine appeared? I had not a fucking clue, and no one else I knew had them. It´s an Earth thing, so the one thing you know is that your soulmate is a human. That´s it. They are just there, and you are fucked because of them. You cannot avoid them. One day, someone will say them, and you will say something back, you both will recognize it and everything will be awkward, because you are a giant green bean, and he or she will be some stupid human who will know nothing about how to deal with someone like you.

 Piccolo remained silent. His mind racing. He knew a lot of things, thousands of things, but this?

 This was something he never cared neither needed. Kami did not have soul words, Nail neither, which was to be expected since he was from a planet where THIS did not exist.

 -          Is it unavoidable?

 Vegueta did not answer, apparently thinking about the answer. The tilted his head to the side. Piccolo smirked and decided not to tell him that he needed to tilt his head so that his neurons could make contact. He needed answers, and the saiyan might get a little bit angry and not answer at all if he heard that.

 -          It can be avoided… sometimes fate is twisted by some weird events.

-          And how the hell do I do that?

-          Dying.

 Piccolo turned around and looked at the saiyan, who just made a non-committal noise.

 -          When the soul mate dies, the other one feels it, and the words are erased. Don´t ask why, I don´t have a fucking clue and seriously, I don´t give a damn.

         CHICHI

 Her eyes were glued to her lower back.

 “It is not my fault I love you!”

 There they were, as clear as day, as beautiful as ever… her soul mate´s words… the ones that were supposed to disappear when her beloved died.

 Goku had died, and still, the words remained.

 The bedroom was a mess, books and books all about the same topic scattered and almost torn to pieces. All of them agreed on the same. When the soul mate dies, the words disappear.

 Chichi sat on her bed, not caring that she was naked from the waist up.

 Goku was not her soul mate.

         PICCOLO

 The namek looked at his pupil while he was sitting on a stone, his eyes on the book in his hands. Piccolo rolled his eyes and stepped closer to his pupil.

 He saw him scratching the skin behind his neck.

 Gohan was almost sixteen years old. More than an adult in saiyan terms. He was of age to receive a certain gift from fate. Piccolo smiled and absently touched his chest, pressing the patch of skin the grew over his own words.

 He had tried everything, he had burned them, he had torn apart the skin, and he tried to blast them off… but they always came back. So, he grew a second skin. It felt weird, and itchy, but made its work to conceal his little secret…

 Or at least one of them.

 His eyes wandered to the house, where a light gray smoke was coming out the chimney, and from the inside, the voice of Goten running around made him clearly aware that it was bath time, and the little rascal was not interested in being clean.

 Somewhere inside the house, Chichi was trying to convince her son of “making it easy for mommy”.

 Piccolo clutched his fists and looked away. Because destiny was a bitch. A bitch that made him… aware of Chichi´s presence. A bitch that marked him like a bloody cow. A bitch that decided that his perfect match was someone that was somewhere in the blasted planet, probably waiting for him, unaware that he had absolutely no interest in meeting them…

 Because destiny was a bitch and Chichi… Chichi had no soul mate words. He knew that, she heard her telling Bulma about it... Even by a long shot, she was not his match.

[sarahw-writing]

“Let It Snow” - 03 Fire

Well guys, here's the new prompt!

I finished it a few days ago, but my Christmas and post-Christmas days have been a bit busier than I first anticipated, so it took me a little longer to find the time to edit this one.

I've actually enjoyed one of my best Christmas in a long time, and I really hope that you've all had an amazing time too!

I hope you like this one, and Happy New Year!!!

Summary:

After a highly unusual Christmas Eve, Vegeta will take delight in an even more remarkable Christmas Day...

This may or may not be a naughty prompt, so as always:

You can read the uncensored version on AO3.

You can read the censored version on FF.

Or you can keep reading under the break:

03. Fire.

Vegeta stood his ground in the midst of the storm, feet firmly planted on the barren rocks as an endless tidal of vast, raging waves broke against his immobile form, buried amongst a flood of tempestuous waters, an ocean just as turbulent as the thoughts suffocating his perturbed heart.

He could still feel them, he could still feel those small hands clutching his sweater in her sleep as she’d drifted off in his nervous embrace the night before, just like he could still hear those drowsy, whispery words, begging him to stay after he’d carried her to her bed, trying to carefully untangle her arms from his neck, and get her to let go of him, with no success.

“Please don’t go…” Bulma murmured in his ear, shimmery eyes still half-open, but already drizzled with sleep.

It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying how easy it’d been for him to obey her wishes last night, sensing his body freely choosing to stay beside her long before his mind could catch up with his own reckless actions.

He’d quietly removed his shoes, trying to ignore the nerve-racking emotion that that pair of greedy little hands evoked inside of him, obstinately refusing to set him free, not even after he managed to sneak into her girly bed, joining her under the covers and lying with her.

At first, the Prince had expected a repeat of their first night together in the infirmary, hoping for the sleepy earthling to release him, perhaps curling by his side, now that she’d finally convinced him to ease her loneliness by keeping her company.

But Bulma’s body seemed to have different plans for him, and it wasn’t long before the intrepid woman broke the rules, one more time, smashing yet another one of his boundaries by getting even closer, pressing her lithe figure against his pitifully trembling one, and holding onto him as if she’d always been meant to be right in his arms.

The weak hands that had once been draped around his strong neck for support, had now found refuge in the broad protectiveness of his chest, tiny fingers grasping his warm clothing as her legs naturally entangled themselves with his own, languidly rubbing her cheek against his flushed neck in exactly the same way she had when she’d leaned into him underneath that white mantle of snow.

Everything in her was soft, gentle, so terribly inviting that his anxious indecision quickly vanished into thin air, chasing the memory of the chaste cuddle they’d both indulged in outside, and instinctively trapping her in his arms, binding her in a placid hold as the longest sigh caressed his skin, as if the only thing she’d ever needed to find some peace was for him to give into her humble pleas.

She’d felt smaller than ever beneath his touch, and he couldn’t help but panic at the realization of just how fragile, how absurdly defenseless she truly was, and how brave it’d been for such a delicate creature to get as close to him as she undeniably had, not only in the physical but in the emotional realm, touching and reaching out to him, tugging at his darkened heart in ways no one ever had.

He’d hardly gotten any rest that night, merely dozing on and off from time to time, acting like some inexperienced juvenile as he watched her sleep with ingenuous fascination. He couldn’t deny to himself any longer that he’d fantasized with a moment such as this more times than he could count, yet no fantasy would ever come close to the sensation of that minute body flowing in his hands, that slow, rhythmic breathing reminding him of how marvelously comfortable the gutsy woman felt in his presence.

Vegeta spent the night drowning in the purity of her essence, in that clean, lily-white scent incessantly emanating from her. And, either he was getting close, dangerously close to losing whatever remained of his sanity, or he had, as sure as creed, heard his name slipping from her lips in her state of blissful unconsciousness.

The Prince had, at least, possessed enough willpower left in him to part from her before she’d rise and shine, reluctantly disentangling his needy body from her own deprived one, and giving her one last, longing glance as he’d stood on her balcony, a defeated figure bathed by the early rays of sunshine, devouring the heart-wrenching sight of the small woman swaddled in a cocoon of pink sheets and floral blankets, whining faintly in her sleep, lamenting the loss of the man who’d kept her safe all through the night.

His new masterplan had taken shape the moment he’d flopped down exhaustedly on his miserable bed, furious with himself for having behaved, yet again, like some silly puppet in the hands of that wicked woman, gladly allowing himself to fall into whatever sentimental trap she’d conceived, and built, especially for him, and vowing to duck out from that blasted house as soon as he squeezed in a few vital hours of sleep.

But then Panchy Briefs had to make another one of her annoying entrances, barging into his room with her perky giggles and that disconcerting, maternal tone, followed by another irresistible whiff of succulent foods and, before he knew, he was sitting at the table once more, impotent to escape the nightmare that these infernal ‘Christmas’ celebrations had become.

He’d partly found some consolation in the abundant feast of tasty goodies, and in the comforting fact that the only ones enjoying with him that heavenly ‘Christmas Day’ lunch would be Dr. Briefs and his peppy wife.

And then she came along, brightening up the whole place with her invigorating presence, and making the food in his mouth instantly fall into his stomach, hard as a rock, when she brazenly sat right in front of him with zero hesitation.

There had been no fancy jewels or elaborated hairdos this time but, much to his shame, the Prince had been entirely unable to keep his eyes off her throughout the whole meal, powerless to ignore those shiny blue curls, which she’d chosen to carelessly set free, or that simple, but oddly elegant, little black dress, with long sleeves and a demure décolletage, openly exposing the most kissable collarbones with every casual flick of her hair.

But the most unbearable torture of them all had been that smile, that pure, honest-to-Gods smile of hers, perhaps not as bright as the one she’d proudly displayed before her ex-lover’s betrayal, but just as candid, inundating his confused mind with absurd thoughts and the most ridiculous of hopes, the secret hope that he’d been the only one responsible for the rebirth of her lost happiness.

Too much.

It had all been too damn much, and the only thing left for him to do, the moment his ravenous Saiyan appetite had been fully sated, was to awkwardly mumble the pathetic shadow of an excuse, getting the Hell out of Bulma’s home before he’d end up making a fool of himself, just like he’d done the previous night.

He’d practically galloped straight to the door, blasting off into the freezing skies with not one look back, not even bothering to get out of his formal clothes as he sped up, setting loose in a futile attempt at letting off steam, desperately striving to leave such madness behind, from her every gesture and charming mannerism, to those increasingly intimate moments shared in confidence, away from the rest of the world, and that turmoil of foreign emotions overruling his spirit, taking over from his usual cold, detached self, and scattering suggestive ideas and fantasies that he’d never truly indulged in before.

It’d been a long while since he’d run from the Briefs household like this, seeking solace in the silent comfort of solitude. But now, as he stood stoically amid some thunderous sea storm in the middle of one of Earth’s majestic oceans, he bitterly discovered that loneliness no longer seemed to pacify his insanity as effectively as it once did.

His shoulders fell in defeat, his regal body growing limp at the frightening realization that there was nowhere to run, no place to hide anymore, and that the time had come for him to make a choice, to either walk away from the bewitching female, and from everything she represented, or to cave in and let Destiny take charge, surrendering to the woman’s magnetism, once and for all.

 And Destiny turned out to be a golden light, an illuminated window guiding him through the dark of night as he walked the perennial fields of snow that Capsule Corp.’s immense gardens had become, deliberately letting go, with each hypnotized step, of his fears and inhibitions, not even knowing what Life had in store for him yet, but accepting, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that his capricious Luck would somehow be bound to one being, and one being only.

Destiny was a woman sitting by the fireplace, finding shelter in the cozy seclusion of her home’s small guest house, a sacred place that no one but her ever made use of anymore. He watched her unashamedly through the glass doors, not afraid, for once, of the possibility of getting caught in the act by the brilliant woman whose stunning blue eyes were now daydreaming in front of a sea of sizzling flames, a small hand swirling a thick glass of liquor distractedly, while the other toyed with the fringes of the Persian rug that served her as perch.  

Destiny was a jubilant smile, followed by a lanky finger curling in a come-hither motion, happily inviting him to join her, without qualm, the second her curious gaze discovered the unmistakable silhouette of the familiar intruder lurking outside.

 Destiny was Bulma.

 “There you are!” She exclaimed with relish, her genuine joy at seeing him joining her for the evening racing a barrage of emotions all through him. “I’ve been looking for you all day… Come! Come sit with me!” She asked enthusiastically, already patting the cushy rug with the excitement of an impatient little girl, eager to share her special surprise with the stunned object of her affections. “I have a surprise for you!”

“You do?” Vegeta asked in bewilderment, cautiously joining her on the carpeted floors by sitting cross-legged beside her.

“Yup!” She announced, the thrilled pride in her voice making her anticipation contagious by the minute. “I guess it’s my Christmas present for you…” Bulma confessed, letting go of her untouched glass and turning to her side, where a pillow, a furrowed blanket, and a pile of wrinkly blueprints revealed that, whatever it was that she had in the cards for him, she must have been working hard at it for a while.

He waited patiently for her to find what she was looking for, doing his best to stop his stupefied face from showing any emotion, especially his honest surprise at discovering that the woman had one of those holiday gifts for him too.

She’d already briefly introduced him to such a bizarre tradition the night before, after having exchanged quite a few of them with her closest friends, but Vegeta had simply assumed that he would be excluded from this ritual this time. After all, Bulma and her family had already shown him far more generosity than anyone ever had, and it wasn’t as if he was in the position to give her anything in return, should she ever choose to present him with some sort of special gift.

“Alright… I found it…” She murmured to herself, successfully finding her chosen blueprint and crawling clumsily towards him, her knee casually touching his as she sat nearby. “Look!” She proclaimed, proudly spreading out the large piece of paper before his inquisitive eyes.

“What…?” Vegeta mumbled reticently, with that sense of embarrassment striking him every time he was in the presence of one of Bulma’s prodigious inventions. “What is it?”

“It’s a new training bot!” Bulma clarified, a sympathetic smile etched on her lips at how strangely vulnerable the proud warrior looked whenever he was shown something he knew nothing about. “Look…” She calmly proceeded to explain, making the Saiyan’s mouth run dry when she leaned almost indecently into him, resting the mysterious document on his lap and running her fingers all over it. “The exterior is made of this new alloy that my Dad and I have just patented. It’s much more resilient, not only to your blows, but also to extreme heat. And, you see this?” She asked, pointing to one of the circuit designs with her index finger, without even giving him the opportunity to answer before she resumed her masterful presentation. “I’ve finally solved this equation that’s been driving me crazy all week! So, basically, this bot will have several settings, and tons of aleatory programs, so it’ll make things really challenging for you!”

The Prince gawked at the enigmatic blueprint in sheer shock, aiming to digest, with severe difficulty, not only the tsunami of brand-new information that she’d just put at his disposal, but the incredible thoughtfulness of such a gift. It wasn’t one of those useless, sentimental presents that these foolish humans were so inexplicably fond of, but a real gift, something that would help him grow and improve, something that would allow him to attain the one dream that mattered to him the most.

“So…? What do you think?” Bulma prodded, her good-hearted smile never faltering, trying to lighten the mood of a man who was clearly struggling with a generosity that he, very possibly, thought himself wholly unworthy of. “Pretty cool, uh?”

Vegeta’s gaze returned to the woman, and to that gorgeous smile of hers, awkwardly clearing his throat while trying to think of something, anything, to say, yet knowing that he’d fall pitiably short regardless of his choice of words.

“It’s…”

“Acceptable?” She guessed gingerly, a playful expression dancing in her eyes as she secretly tried to spare him from embarrassing himself.

Even if the pigheaded Saiyan still remained an enigma in far too many ways, all these months living together hadn’t been entirely wasted on her and, by now, Bulma had already unraveled quite a few of the Prince’s secrets. The main one being that, for all of that pompously conceited mumbo-jumbo that he loved to babble about on the battlefield, Vegeta was painfully uncomfortable, most times verging on pathologically shy, when it came to expressing his emotions anywhere else; and, though he loved to bicker and order her around any time he needed repairs on his beloved Gravity Room, he always seemed to be at a loss for words whenever she was the one who’d take the initiative in helping or having a nice gesture with him.

“I’m glad you like it…” Bulma whispered fondly, her heart breaking a little at the way he timidly nodded in assent, those obsidian eyes now evading hers, getting lost in the spellbinding flames of her fireplace. “You’ve never had these before, have you?”

Her new offer, and a warm, appealing scent he’d never smelled before, instantly made him peep at the woman’s hands, which had now put down her precious blueprints, and were graciously holding a large bowl in front of him.

“They’re chestnuts,” she pointed out, delicately resting the bowl on the rug. “I just roasted a few. They’re really nice, you’ll see… They’re kind of sweet…” She carried on, picking up a few of the small brown items and placing them on the open palm of his hand. “You have to peel them like this, and then… Wa-Wait!”

“What?” He frowned, his mouth freezing, having popped the whole thing in right after hearing the word ‘sweet’.

“Um… Uh… You’re… You’re supposed to peel them first…” Bulma broke down, trying as hard as she could not to crack-up at the hilarious view of her alien guest holding a mouthful of unpeeled chestnuts in his mouth. “See? Like this…” She demonstrated, slowly peeling one of them and splitting it in half. “And then you open it first, like this, in case there’s a worm inside of…”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence and Vegeta was already spitting out a bunch of half-chewed chestnuts, at the speed of light, straight into the fire.

“There are WORMS in this?!” He barked, absolutely horrified at the mere thought of such repulsive critters.

“What? No, no!” She exclaimed defensively, surprised at seeing him so openly disgusted by something of this nature, particularly considering that little Goku had once offered to share one of his centipedes with her for supper. “It’s… It’s actually very rare, I swear! It’s just in case…”

“Hmph!” He snarled, his scrunched nose reminding her of some bratty five-year-old refusing to eat his Brussel sprouts.

“Aw, come on Vegeta…” She pleaded, both incredibly amused and a little worried about such a strong reaction, wondering if perhaps there was some obscure, traumatic event associated to those scary worms. “I’ll do it for you. Here…”

Bulma expertly peeled one roasted little nut, cracking it in half and examining it with great attention, before tentatively offering it once again to the offended Saiyan who kept side-eyeing her as if she were holding a bottle of pure poison in her hand.

“Please? Pretty please?” She begged, puckering her bottom lip like a needy brat. “You trust me, right?”

“…”

 ‘Damn her!’

 Damn her and those sad puppy eyes, and her blushing cheeks and fluttery eyelashes, and her luminous smiles and unreal kindness. Damn her and those stupidly pointless ‘Christmas’ celebrations, and her sappy gifts and fluffy pink socks. Damn her and her foolish generosity, and her steady hands, never relenting, never letting go, treating him like a man instead of a monster. And damn those goddamned roasted chestnuts for tasting so goddamned good, just like every goddamned thing she’d ever given to him, when he finally had the courage to accept her invitation and eat the goddamned thing.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” She whispered, her tone subdued, but brimming with the calm satisfaction of a woman who was gradually discovering that, perhaps, she held more power over the man she was falling for than she ever knew.

They both ate in silence by the fire, with Bulma peeling and meticulously checking every single one of the warm delicacies, before passing them to the compliant Saiyan quietly appreciating them. Every now and then, she’d eat one herself, but she gladly gave most of them to her guest, happy to see him enjoying yet another one of her home’s traditions, and overcome by the most nostalgic déjà vu as she evoked the times when it was her Mom the one peeling her chestnuts for her, it felt like centuries ago now.

When they were done, Bulma discreetly set the empty bowl aside, stifling a muffled yawn while stretching like a mellow kitty, ready to share one more treat with him tonight.

“You must taste this…” She murmured naughtily, taking a small sip of the half-full glass of liquor she’d been idly stirring in her hand when he’d first found her tonight, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she savored every drop, before offering it to him. “It’s my Dad’s favorite cognac. It’s more than fifty years old…”

Vegeta didn’t vacillate this time, bringing the heavy glass under his nose and inhaling a long, deep breath, before getting a leisurely taste of the intoxicating brew. The Prince had never cared much for alcohol, finding Earth’s wide assortment of liquors especially weak for his insanely fast metabolism, but he had to admit that this particular blend was pretty damn good.

He savored it slowly, deliberately, letting it melt in his tongue the same way her tiny moan had melted in his ears, never taking his eyes off the woman who kept staring at the comfy fire as if it held the answers to her every question in life.

“I haven’t thanked you yet…” She muttered, her stare low, but with a shy confidence that implied that she’d already made peace with whatever Demons had been tormenting her in recent times.

“What for?” He asked genuinely, so deeply overwhelmed by the swell of foreign emotions and events experienced during those past few days, that he didn’t even know what to think of her, of them, anymore.

“I don’t know,” she confessed in a meek whisper. “For understanding, I guess…” She turned to him, the peacefulness in her serene smile awakening something occult and forbidden inside of him. “It’s nice to have someone on my side…”

 Her side.

A man like him, an eternal outlander with no real home or roots to speak of, had no one’s side but his own, taking and plundering as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted, without owing anyone a goddammed thing in return.

And yet, as preposterous as it sounded, if there was one being, just one single being who deserved to have his side no matter what, it should be Bulma. The one who’d offered him a home, and everything his heart could ever desire, in order to conquer his most coveted dream, the one who’d given him more, far more, than a penniless scoundrel like him would ever deserve, without asking for a thing, not one blasted thing, in return.

All in all, Vegeta figured that, since the beautiful dummy had been foolish enough to take his side, it would only be fair for him to take hers as well.

 “And thank you for staying with me last night,” she insisted, laying a soft hand on his forearm and petting it lightly. “I know it wasn’t easy for you…”

Bulma cheekily reclaimed her glass, briefly running the tip of her tongue across her upper lip as she brought it smoothly to her mouth, bracing herself for her grand revelation.

“Yamcha called after lunch, you know?” She confided, breaking into a roguish smile when she saw one of the warrior’s eyebrows raising with unexpected curiosity. “He tried to tell me about some big fight he just had with that dumb girl… I don’t know…” She shrugged with palpable disinterest, taking another sip of the bittersweet drink and languidly tilting her head back as she tossed it down. “I told him to go fuck himself…” She proudly concluded, looking Vegeta right in the eye with a cocky smirk that he could have easily made his own, instantly erasing his sudden fear that she might consider taking that worthless idiot back in a moment of weakness.

“Good girl…” He purred in approval, sending shivers down her spine with his husky bedroom voice, and with that sly smile curling his lips as he leaned to her, covering her hand with his own as he stole her glass, washing down the rest of the potent drink in one clean gulp.

His fingers lingered around hers as they both held the empty glass, his touch anxious but firm, rugged fingertips stroking her shaky hand with a closeness he’d never shown her before, holding her stare for a lifechanging instant until he lost his nerve, letting go of her as that irresistible smirk died out on his lips.

Bulma’s gaze remained fixated on the empty glass, captivated, enthralled by that almost magical exchange as the room spiraled around her out of control. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the direct contact of the Prince’s flesh against hers, but such innocent moments of intimacy had always been accidental, casual, a far cry from the affectionate nearness they’d both engaged in ever since he’d agreed to keep her company in that cold infirmary.

In any other man, she would have never dared to look much into such apparently superficial instants but, in this man, a man who kept his masked heart guarded under lock and key at all times, she couldn’t help but feel that such wonderful gestures of kindness had truly meant something, something real, something that could lead them both to the most extraordinary path, if only she succeeded in helping him set his emotions free.  

“All those years…” She whispered pensively under her breath, contemplating her future at the bottom of an empty glass of expensive cognac. “All those years wasted…”

The glass was soon discarded, and she sat still on the spot, tucking one lock of that aquatic mass of tousled curls behind her ear as her abstracted stare walked through those scorching flames, under the watchful eye of a certain Saiyan Prince who simply didn’t know what to believe anymore.

There was longing in her words, but not in her demeanor, nothing but a cool, collected calmness, a quietude that let it slip that the woman freely sharing her inmost feelings with him, had already made her choice.

“Sometimes…” Bulma thought out loud, that unnervingly blue gaze falling right back on him as she cutely tipped her head to the side, looking at him through brand-new eyes. “I think sometimes you don’t… You don’t really fall in love with a person…” She resolved, the palms of her hands now splayed on the lavish rug, proceeding to crawl in his direction, with the idle indolence of a sensual little tigress who’d just spotted her next prey. “Sometimes…” She concluded in a raspy whisper, taking advantage of his unusually low guard, and effortlessly straddling his strong thighs as he kept sitting sloppily on the floor. “Sometimes you just fall in love with an idea…”

She truly was delicious, the most lethal combination of virtue and sensuality he’d ever met, carelessly discussing words of love with the childish naiveté of a teenage girl, but seeking, and taking control of him, with the savvy expertise of the finest of women.

And, although she was the one who knew emotion in ways he never would, her softness never got lost on the way, that compassionate purity of spirit that made him understand that she’d never cross a line he wouldn’t wish her to.

“Do you know what I mean?” She asked meaningfully, amazed by how young he suddenly looked as he let her docilely caress his cheeks with those silky fingertips. “What we did last night…” Bulma muttered gently, knowing that he had no possible reply to her first question. “I liked it…”

“Woman…” He mumbled in gruff warning, fighting not to lose himself between that pair of curvaceous thighs narrowing around him as she pressed herself even tighter against him.

“Did you…?” Her shaky question spilled from her lips, hating herself for feeling so completely naked, so exposed to a man who could so easily break her heart before she’d even give it to him. “Did you like it too?”    

She gasped in mild shock when he clutched her wrists without warning, taking her bold hands off his face as he huffed sharply through his nose, lips pursed into a cautionary thin line, not even sure if he was about to caution her or himself at this point.

All he knew was that he was about to lose, he was about to lose his own battle of self-control to this woman, and the stupidest truth of the matter was that he didn’t care anymore, because nothing really mattered, nothing but her and her inspiring presence, and the only question worth asking tonight, the only measure of reassurance that she could ever offer to someone like him.

“What about your human lover?” He blurted out, the disgust overtaking his cracked voice, at the mere thought of Bulma ever belonging to anyone but him, plain as day.

His irrational jealousy must have boosted her confidence, for she smiled grippingly at him, exquisite and delighted, already savoring the triumph of the unintentional admission of his selfish interest in her.

“I just told you, Vegeta…” She whispered bucolically, her fingers grazing his jaw, despite having her frail wrists still trapped under his firm hold. “He was just an idea…”

“I am not an idea, Bulma…” He murmured darkly, hands tightening in desperate warning, reminding her of who he was, trying to stop her from ever forgetting that she was about to dance, quite literally, with the Devil himself.          

“I know…” She promised, her delicate face finding his, resting her brow against him as she held his starved gaze with unblinking confidence.

 She knew.

He was real, perhaps the realest man she’d ever encountered, nothing like those Ivy League sycophants who used to prowl around her father’s mighty company, professional adulators trying to charm Capsule Corp.’s golden heiress, uselessly doting and kissing up to her, in hopes of getting into her bed and loaded bank account.

But this man, this untamable alien warrior, was anything but a charmer, he’d never lie or be untrue, because he was who he was, and nothing and no one would ever change that, or so he thought. Vegeta would never pretend to be something, someone, he was not, if anything, Bulma had learnt by now that the Saiyan Prince seemed to go out of his way to make himself as unapproachable as he could, not because he didn’t possess a heart, but because he was utterly terrified of anyone finding out that he did.

She couldn’t afford the luxury to ever forget that, if she got too close, she might get burnt, but she also knew that the man trembling in need beneath her, staring at her with an intensity that would have made any other woman slip instantly away, would never pretend to be anything but fire.

 Her binding words brought his surrender, arms dropping submissively on both sides, letting her merge her lips with his as her eager hands explored him, leisurely sliding across his heated skin until they found the nape of his neck, velvety fingers holding onto him as she boldly sought to deepen their kiss.

She could think of nothing but how surprisingly gentle he was, how anxious and untried, even after having already shared a first innocent smooch last night. His mouth was soft, twitchy, too afraid at first to part his lips for her as he did his best to follow her lead, indulging in an exotic human ritual that he’d seen before only in those ridiculous soap operas that the earthling’s mother seemed to adore so much and, of course, whenever he’d inadvertently walked in during one of the scarred-faced man’s visits to the woman who was now giving herself to him with such fervor.

He’d hated her mate back then, even before he’d ever toyed with the implausible fantasy of one day making her his, even before he knew what they did, or why they did it, why did they engage in such a pointless practice with such irritating frequency.

But now he understood, now, as he reveled in her intoxicating taste, grunting in exhilaration when her tongue lovingly caressed his, Vegeta learned the meaning behind such a gesture, an act that felt almost more intimate than sex itself, making him hate her ex-lover even more for having been given the undeserved chance to feel like this with her too.

The more he steadily relaxed in her arms, the more her supple body responded to him, arching and grinding in his lap, until the excruciating sensation of those ten little fingers passionately clutching fistfuls of his wild hair proved too hard to resist, temptingly inviting him to put his hands on her, encircling her waist with such force that her breath instinctively hitched in her chest, making his touch stop at once, petrified by the possibility of having hurt her.

“Ssshhh…” She shushed him with maddening tenderness, deeply moved by the touching concern blurring his features, and instantly calming him down by enfolding his thick forearms with her hands. “Softly… Like this…” Bulma panted lightly against his lips, drawing slow, lazy circles on his wrists with her tiny thumbs, instantaneously loosening his possessive hold on her. “That’s nice…” She reassured him, nuzzling his cheek when she sensed him getting comfortable once again, learning how to hold her just the right way. “That feels good, Vegeta… Really good…”            

Oh Gods, what a fool she was, what a pretty little fool, letting him near her, letting him touch her like this. One wrong move and her ribs would have cracked beneath his fingers, and yet here she was, trusting him again, and taking his breath away by kissing him within an inch of her life, her erratic breathing accelerating as he run his hands all over her, cherishing that small figure hidden under the unbearable softness of her oversized sweater, while he wondered how much, just how much of herself would she give him tonight, and finding his terrifying answer when he felt those needy hands tugging impatiently at the hem of his clothes.

Vegeta needn’t think twice, groaning in frustration as he humbly submitted to her, breaking their kiss with reluctance and taking off his jersey in one quick, smooth motion. He didn’t move any further, barely keeping his breathless puffing under control as her enigmatic stare, now roaming across his naked chest, chilled him to the bone.

Hideous, he thought gloomily to himself, she must have found him absolutely hideous, utterly repulsed by that grotesque roadmap of macabre scars, cuts and bruises. His flawless Saiyan anatomy should allow him, in theory, to heal and regenerate at a shockingly fast rate, but his ghastly, self-destructive training regime was making it virtually impossible for him to ever be fully healed these days, always plagued by fresh wounds and swollen lacerations, purple-and-blue slashes that the sensitive woman would so expertly clean and stitch for him, every single night without fail.

He was unlike any other man in her life, and he knew, nothing like those suave sons-of-bitches always prowling and lurking around her, with their expensive suits and leather briefcases, unscrupulous bastards who merely saw her as some attractive, wealthy trophy, instead of as the extraordinary creature that he now knew her to be.

After a painful silence, a secret part of him was already dreading the very real possibility of the woman getting cold feet now that she had him, quite literally, bare before her stunned eyes. But, as usual, Bulma Briefs was about to prove that she was no ordinary female either, and that the cryptic gleam in her eye stemmed, not from any form of repulsion towards his flawed flesh, but from her own beautifully distorted view of the world.    

“Does it hurt?” She asked with candid concern, airy fingertips tenderly outlining the large scar crossing his marred chest, his most recent one, the one which had ended up prostrating him on that damned infirmary for a whole week this time. He’d taken off his bandages as soon as Bulma’s father had given him his approval and, though the disturbingly deep gashes had mostly healed by now, they still retained a faint pinkish color, a reminder that the skin wasn’t fully restored yet.              

“No,” he answered throatily, not knowing how he could find a way to even talk to her anymore, not when she kept looking at him like this, touching and exploring him as if she’d never had a man before.

“That’s good…” Bulma murmured almost inaudibly, her shy hands regaining their confidence as they swirled slowly all over his muscular torso, her touch light as the wings of a bird, playfully running her fingers up and down, right until the thick waist of his jeans, only to travel upwards again, tracing a languid path up to his robust shoulders. “You’re beautiful…” She quietly professed, awe-struck eyes meeting his, cupping his blushing cheeks in her hands, and catching one of his thirsty moans in her mouth when her lips descended on his for another sensual kiss. “You’re so beautiful…” She reassured him, kissing him again, and again, lustfully indulging in the most pleasurable friction as she rubbed her body against him, her fear of hurting him slowly fading away.

He was beautiful, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, a body slim, yet built to perfection, moving, flowing, with the sinuous litheness of a black panther. He may not have been the biggest of men in the physical sense, but he surely walked with a command larger than life itself, brave and resolute, fearless and tenacious, a courageousness that demanded respect, even from those who held him in low esteem. The man holding her in his arms had lived hard and battled even harder, and perhaps, someday, he’d love with more intensity than any human heart ever could.

But there was no time tonight for fatuous thoughts of love and romance, there was only now, only this moment, and the way he was disarming her, her body like clay in his hands as he kept kissing and imprisoning her in the fiercest hold, finally taking control as he carefully nestled and lifted her body from the ground, rolling them over and lying her defenseless on her back.

Bulma stubbornly refused to let go of him at first, her lips aching for more, always for more, trying to make up for all the times, oh Kami, all the times she’d envisioned him like this, giving himself to her with such abandon, allowing her to open his blinded eyes so that she could teach him her ways. But it was he who put an end to their kiss this time, leaving her whimpering breathlessly on the extravagant rug, mourning the loss of his heat when he cautiously nudged her knees, spreading them apart as he knelt at her feet.

His large hands glided smoothly across her squirmy legs, until they found the perfect hips buried underneath her baggy sweater, dark eyes silently begging for permission to undress her as he hooked his fingers around the old fabric of the waist of her washed-out jeans, earning a shaky nod of assent from the restless woman inflamed with need under him.

The most enraptured glint burned his features as he slowly unzipped her clothing, pulling from it with gentle determination, and marveling at every inch of flesh unveiled just for him. When her lower body lay fully undressed, Vegeta paused for an instant, mesmerized by the hypnotizing effect that the warm glow of the sweltering fire had on her ivory skin, reds and oranges bathing those long legs already yearning to wrap themselves around him with ardent zeal.

Only when one of her feet boldly tried to reach the very evident proof of his desire for her, right between his legs, did he choose to resume his erotic journey, deftly removing those cursed, fluffy pink socks which had recently invaded his daydreams with such shameful frequency, and crawling bit by bit atop her, sinking his knees domineeringly on both sides of her small figure as she awkwardly helped him take off her baby blue sweater, avidly waiting for him to make his final move.

Years later, the Prince would still recall just how insanely adorable she’d looked to him that night, clad in nothing but her everyday cotton underwear, plain white adorned by a girly pattern of those bright red strawberries she loved so much. Just like it would take him far too long to understand that she’d been just as nervous as he had, as if they’d both intuitively known, even back then, that once they gave into each other, there would be no going back.

“Do…? Do you want to stop?” Bulma asked weakly when she sensed his vacillation, tremulous mouth breathing heavily against his as he kept still, staring anxiously at her as he committed to memory everything that she was, every beautiful curve and gesture, never wanting to forget her just as she was tonight.

Her insecurity moved him like nothing ever had, fervently putting her mind to rest with a smoldering kiss, basking in his own relief when she passionately kissed him back. A flash of scarlet seared his cheeks when her lips smirked playfully against his, giggling excitedly as she reached her back to unhook her bra by herself, when it soon became obvious that his clumsy hands had never before handled such a bizarre garment.

Vegeta’s hands hurried to get rid of whatever remained of his clothes, his need intensifying when her eager little fingers frantically reached down to his belt, unbuckling it with frenzied impatience as he unzipped his jeans, rapidly discarding them with the help of those feverish legs, wriggling and twisting against him until he was fully naked before her.

There was no indecision anymore, not even shame at the way his body was already reacting to her closeness, yanking off her panties as he kissed her again, a deep grumble reverberating in his chest when one of her hands draped itself around his hardness, while the other one settled fiercely on the back of his neck, pressing her mouth even harder against his, and nipping at his bottom lip as she sensually stroked his length.

Bulma’s movements were slow, sensuous, dazed blue eyes feasting on the masculine face contorting in pleasure at her timid but expert touch, squeezing his eyes shut in some poor attempt at self-control as he felt himself already coming undone with agonizing ease, his dam shattering, hopelessly exposed to the only woman who’d ever own his heart.

“Bulma…” He implored helplessly, exhaling a heavy sigh of release when she guided him to her wet entrance, plunging inside of her, burying himself to the hilt as a breathless cry tore up her throat.

“S-Slowly…” Bulma pleaded, teasing his lips with hers, clammy hands still barely holding onto his corded neck as she struggled to accommodate him.

He quietly fulfilled her wishes, just as he always would, bowing shakily, and reading the poem writing itself on her lovely face as she threw her head back, sobbing in bliss when his hips set out a new pace, slow and deep, a rhythmic quest to get to know, and possess, every beautiful part of her.

It was impossible, it was impossible for such a woman to ever fully belong to him, but perhaps, tonight, as they made love under the warm protection of her sheltering fire, they could pretend. They could pretend that he wasn’t who he was, and that every conceivable sin didn’t hang over his head, fooling themselves into the impossible fantasy of being just a man and a woman, giving into each other in the most ancient and primal of rituals.

Bulma’s rosy cheek met the opulent rug as she pressed it against it, closing her eyes and pouting deliciously, filling the room with soft, muffled moans that were like music to the Prince’s ears.

He held as tightly as he could, clutching one of the thighs possessively encircling his waist with one of his arms as he cradled her delicate head in the curve of the other, gently removing a damp curl from her pale forehead as his nose found her temple, nuzzling her darling face while drowning in her provocative aroma. Her porcelain skin was already coated in a thin sheen of moisture, glistening faintly under the warm, flickering radiance of the fire, and it was becoming impossible not to get lost in the thick, lusty scent of sex heavily permeating the air.    

“Vegeta…” She whimpered with want, supplicant eyes finding his as her hands descended uncontrollably from his shoulders to his perfect bottom, nails digging into his unyielding flesh and pulling harder, inviting him to rush that luscious, animalistic flow already making her fall into pieces in his arms.

His dizzy mind might have lost any semblance of reason long ago, but his body knew just what she needed, gladly caving in, giving her his all, anything she’d ever want, by quickening his pace and thrusting faster, harder, stripping the most extraordinary cries of pleasure out of her lips, and forever keeping them to himself.

He heaved a relieved breath of gratitude when Bulma hid her smitten face in the crook of his neck, never letting go of him, but sensing how vulnerable, how incredibly unguarded he was feeling in that instant. His body told her that he’d had other women during his turbulent past, but an even stronger instinct was screaming at her that he’d never had someone in such an intimate way.

And she was right for, as Vegeta held securely onto her, glorying in that sweet, fluttery voice, whispering words of encouragement and desire in his ear, and confessing how much she liked, how much she loved what he was doing to her, he knew that it’d never been like this.

He’d never had the honor to experience this wistful emotion taking a hold of him, loving hands touching and caressing him as if he were the only man in existence, or that rush, that exhilarating rush of satisfaction when he felt that small, hopelessly soft body writhing in ecstasy underneath him as her impending climax ripped through her.

She tightened urgently around him, a stream of blinding electricity ravaging her as she cried his name with intense ardor, crumbling in his arms, those ravenous arms pulling her even closer, insatiably nestling her body against him, already bursting at the seams, grappling with his own desperate need to succumb to her.

“I-It’s okay… You can let go…” Bulma’s trembling voice murmured into his skin, gently seducing him as she recognized the aching tension overpowering him, beckoning him to surrender, to forget about his every haunting inhibition and give himself to her, if only this once. “Let go, Vegeta…”    

The ghost of a string of alien words ruptured from his lips as he spilled himself inside of her, a deep grunt thundering in his lungs, swamped by the sensation of those silky arms and legs still clinging to him, never abandoning him, never letting go, relishing his own peak of pleasure as if it were her own.  

Vegeta fell tiredly on top of her, without thinking, without speaking, melting powerlessly under the soothing power of that pair of shuddering hands fondling and stroking his magnificent skin, kissing and petting his hair, and happily luring him to stay with her for as long as he’d ever want to, the sad atlas of tortured scars tainting his back suddenly feeling just a little closer, a little less foreign than it used to be.

A soft, snug blanket carefully covered his stark-naked form, enveloping him in a cottony cloud of safety, almost as soft as the woman providing it for him, heavy eyelids drooping on her contented shoulder, vaguely registering the distant uproar of the stormy blizzard pouring outside, and the crisp rustle of the logs gradually turning to ashes in her luxurious fireplace.

For a lifetime of carnage, snow had always signified the most degrading pain, and fire nothing but cancerous destruction. But, on a cold Christmas night, everything was Her, and the first dreamless sleep he’d ever been blessed with as he peacefully dozed off in her caring embrace.    

  *sigh*

It looks like Veggie finally got to discover what Christmas is all about?

I hope you've enjoyed my lil' Christmas stories so far! I know it's not Christmas anymore, but I may add a few more chapters in the future, if you guys are okay with it, since I had some little tales in mind that I really wanted to explore.

Anyway, thanks so much for reading, as always, and I hope you all have the BEST 2019!!!

*hugs*

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What are the Vegebul scenes that appear in the movie?

Hello :D

I recently answered a question about Cheelai, and I remember mentioning that there were several Vegebul moments, quite brief. Although I had not specified what happened with my beloved pair.

Well, to begin:It can be seen in the Bulma’ssummer house, a mansion in a quite beautiful and colorful place.

 Bulma, Wiss and Goku are eating a few desserts.

 Wiss asks Vegeta why he wants to be stronger. To which the annoyed saiyan prince points out that due to Frieza’s resurrection he must strengthen himself because he never knows when he will appear to defeat them.

Vegeta discusses with Goku for being so confident and resuscitating Frieza, a discussion so typical of them, when Bulma’s IWatch rings due to a call from Trunks, who informs his mother that the Dragon Balls were stolen from the lab along with the radar of the Dragon, which irritates Bulma, Vegeta quickly moves to her side to watch the video call. Trunks shows his parents a recording of the security cameras which show a pair of armored guys.“Clothes similar to dad’s,” said Trunks.

Bulma annoyed without saying a word observes Vegeta, who quickly sends a facial message to his wife pointing to Goku.Goku seemed quite calm as always, which made Bulma and Vegeta make a funny grin as if to say “Really? Did you hear what we were talking about?”It was a nice interaction with the pair since it is lovely to see how they understand each other without using words.

Later when they arrive at the frozen continent and Goku is fighting against Broly Super Saiyan we can see how all the ice begins to break turning the battlefield into an unstable and dangerous place, that is when Vegeta, who had been by Bulma’s side since he ended his fight with Broly, subject to his wife falling once the huge block of ice under her feet broke threatening to make her fall.

Finally, we see how Vegeta blushes.The following happens: Goku and Vegeta are fighting against the super saiyan Berserk, being unable to defeat Broly they flee using the Shunkan Ido, appearing until the place where Piccolo was.

They both hear that there are no more Senzu seeds and neither Pothalas, so Goku suggests using the fusion dance. Something that irritates Vegeta who asks “Do you talk about the dance in which you move like an idiot?”

Which annoys the saiyan prince by refusing; and doing a weird and funny dance (Now I do enjoy Vegeta’s comedic dance, he did not lose his pride and it was lovely to see, It has nothing to do with the bingo dance (Kamisama knows how much I hated Vegeta’s dance).Vegeta refuses (Since he hates to fuse with Goku) he argues that the fusion dance is so foolish and humiliating that he prefers to die, but that is when Goku blackmails him using Bulma, as is customary haha ​​"Do not you care if your sweet-heart Bulma dies? “ Goku asked innocently.

Which made Vegeta blush who replied "Cut that, it’s embarrassing” to which he almost immediately asks Goku to teach him the steps of the fusion dance.

I suppose it is all the Vegebul that is seen in the film because, after achieving fusion, Gogeta remains in the film the rest of the time on screen, enough time I would say.

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"A Memory Long Repressed" One-Shot Aftermath

To avoid confusion with some of the details, this follows the events of my old 100 followers one-shot, "A Memory Long Repressed", which can be found here. 

You could say this commemorates my 300th post on this blog or that I'm almost to 250 followers, but I'm not really treating it as either. I just realized there is more I could've done, plus I'm bored and writing one-shots feels like a good warm-up for bigger projects. 

Lord Frieza, emperor of most of the known universe, was confined to the Briefs' dining room with two young boys looking over his shoulders.

"Ugh... This is boring..." The Briefs' boy, Trunks, whined from Frieza's right side.

"You know, you guys don't have to watch me." Frieza rolled his eyes as he continued his work. He worked on a teal illuminated screen, managing reports while he was away from his empire, at least until his ship was fixed. 

"Yeah, but, don't you have any games or anything on here?" Trunks started to reach a finger out to tap the screen, causing the lizard emperor to shift it to the side.

"It doesn't have games! It's a datapad that I need for important-"

"Not even Tetris?"

"Or Mahjong?" Goten, at the left side, proposed.

"Or Minesweeper?" 

As Frieza began to slowly lose his patience, Bulma called out from behind them. "Boys, please leave Frieza to do his work in peace!"

"But, Mom-"

"I mean it, Trunks. He could very well destroy you if he felt like it!"

To validate Bulma's point, Frieza showed a single finger aglow with the red energy of a Death Beam. "She means it~" He taunted with a smile.

The two half-Saiyan boys jolted. "Ahh... Let's get out of here, Goten." Trunks was in a cold sweat as he and Goten took off. 

Bulma entered carrying baby Bulla in her arms. "Sorry about that, they're kind of antsy and I know you have a short fuse..."

"Ah, no matter. Those two are mere gnats."

"...and it probably didn't help that we found Goku eavesdropping on your story yesterday."

Frieza's eyes narrowed. "I'd prefer to forget that... There is only so much of that monkey I can tolerate."

At that moment, Vegeta, dressed in training sweats and carrying a mug of coffee, entered. "Okay, what did Kakarot do this time?"

"Oh, speak of monkeys and they shall appear..." The Icejin muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"Well, good morning to you too, freeloader."

Frieza simply laughed at this. "How hypocritical of you, speaking of freeloading as if it wasn't how you managed to acquire your woman."

"Okay, that's it!" Vegeta growled, setting down his mug and preparing to take a swing at the lizard emperor.

"Vegeta, enough!" Bulma interrupted, clearly irritated. "You're going to make the baby cry and I'm not planning on replacing the dining room table again." Vegeta went red in the face, apologizing under his breath.

"Hmph... Serves you right~"

"That goes for you too, Frieza."

The emperor's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Look, I'm not saying you should be best friends or anything, but could you two lay off the fighting until Jaco gets here with the repair parts tomorrow?"

"Fine..." The two sighed.

"No promises, though~" Frieza added.

"Now, as I was saying... What the hell did Kakarot do?"

"Well, he kind of used his Instant Transmission to listen in on us..." Bulma explained. "...like a creep."

"So? What else is new?" Vegeta sarcastically replied.

"It was at somewhat of a bad time. Frieza was discussing somewhat of a sensitive subject. He was talking to me about his s-" Bulma soon realized and stopped herself short, so as not to be beheaded by an angry lizard.

"No need to cut yourself off, Bulma. Vegeta was part of my army long enough to know about Kuri." Frieza explained.

"Yeah, that little brat. That kid was a real pain the a-"

Vegeta was interrupted by a sudden firing Death Beam. He managed to duck beneath it, causing the red laser to instead shatter a stemmed glass on a nearby counter. 

"Vegeta!"

"Why are you yelling at me? Frieza was the one who fired the..." He trailed off when he realized his wife was having none of it. "Never mind... Now, if we're done here, I'm heading out to train. Call me when lunch is ready." 

The prince stormed off toward the nearby screen door, only to stop in his tracks. "Bulma?"

"What is it, Vegeta?"

"I don't recall hearing it was going to storm today."

"Then, you'd better not go out." Frieza replied as he returned to his datapad. "Who knows? You might get electrocuted, unless your spiky hair can double as a lightning rod."

Bulma took a brief glance out of a nearby window. Sure enough, the sky was dark, as if a storm was brewing. "So, he's found all seven..." She spoke quietly to herself, for she knew why the sky was gloomy. 

"Wait, Kakarot has the Dragon Balls?" 

"Damn it... I was planning on grabbing those while I was here." Frieza growled, rising from his seat. "When I get over there..."

"...he'll probably be done making his wishes. You shouldn't try to stop him at this point. What did you want to wish for anyways?" 

"Probably immortality again." Vegeta scoffed.

"No, I'm past that. Eternal life would mean eternal pain."

"Then, what is your wish?"

"I-I don't have to tell you everything!" Frieza stammered. 

"Well, whatever it is, it's probably better than whatever Kakarot wished for."

"Your wish... has been granted." Shenron rumbled in his low voice. As his eyes glowed red, a small being formed in front of Goku. He was reptilian and had a chestnut-shaped jewel for a skull. Copper-colored armor covered his dust-colored scales. He had a few areas of dusty-rose to make his colors pop out and his ruby red eyes were filled with fear. 

"W-what...? W-where... am I?" He stuttered.

"Yo!" Goku attempted to casually greet the newly-revived Icejin. "I'm Go-"

He shuddered, immediately firing a bright red laser that barely grazed the Saiyan, burning a small pinhole through the shoulder of his gi.

"Woah, easy now!"

"How I supposed to take things easy? Papa warned me about cretins like you. Do you have a death wish?!" He snarled.

"Listen, I'm not here to hurt you, just hear me out. I know your father. My name is Goku, and I'm a Saiyan-"

"A Saiyan?" The Icejin gave him a shocked and perplexed look. "You don't look like any Saiyan I've ever seen. Then, again, Papa wiped out all but three of you before I was born. You kind of look like the frou-frou princey one, but..."

"Well, you see, the thing is..." Goku soon found himself being closely inspected.

"Hmm... If you're really a Saiyan like you say you are, then where's your tail? And more importantly, why are you not in your Force-regulated battle armor?!"

"Well, I'm not actually part of the Frieza Force, I've been living here on Earth. It's actually a pretty interesting-" Goku was quickly interrupted for the fourth time.

"So, you're a deserter, then?" The Icejin boy's eyes narrowed and his tail flicked uneasily. "Deserters aren't taken to very kindly. Regulations say that you are to be promptly apprehended and annihilated."

"Wait, annihilated?!" Goku gulped. "No wonder Frieza's soldiers are so loyal!"

"Don't worry, you won't be in pain for long. Soon, you will be swiftly disposed of~" His hand started to glow with jagged purple energy. "Now, hold still while I execute you!" He pounced and Goku barely dodged in time.

"Woah, Kuriza sure does take after his father! Not in the way I hoped though!"

Kuriza continued to swing his energy sword in a frenzied manner, lightly grazing Goku. The Saiyan wasn't prepared for his high speed. As he dodged more and more blows, he finally caught sight of his way out of this situation. He quickly latched onto Kuriza's dust rose tail. The energy sword fizzled out. 

The young Icejin had a paralyzed look on his face and he looked like he was about to cry. He let out a small nervous squeaking, like air being slowly let out of a latex balloon. After freeing himself from Goku's grip, he sprung away in absolute panic. "Ah! Gross, gross, gross!"

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not okay! Papa told me that Saiyans are riddled with fleas and vermin! How dare you touch me, Prince Kuriza, with your grimy paws!"

"Sorry, Kuriza. I thought I was pretty well-groomed."

"That's Prince Kuriza to you, you walking pest farm! Is there even enough disinfectant in the galaxy to-"

Finally, Goku wasn't the one to be interrupted.

"Hey, Kuriza, don't sweat it. I'm perfectly clean. Besides, you should probably be getting back to your dad soon."

The young Icejin's eyes lit up. "You know where he is? Take me to him now, Saiyan! I command you!"

"Well, Bulma said he would be heading back tomorrow and she probably doesn't want to host anyone else... So..." Goku thought for a moment. "Hey, how about we take you back tomorrow as a last minute surprise?"

Kuriza's eyes narrowed. "Are you refusing me?! I want to go home now, you filthy simian! I'll have you know that I am above you!"

"Well, you're almost above my kneecap."

"I didn't mean it that way, idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry. But, I can take you to my home, just until tomorrow."

"Uhh... I'm not so sure if I could handle being that close to whatever's infecting you..."

"It's alright, Chi-Chi and I shower fairly regularly and we make sure to check for ticks." Goku assured the Icejin.

"Pardon my asking, but what's a 'tick'?"

"Oh, it's a small little bug in the woods that latches to your skin and..." The Saiyan stopped when he saw Kuriza's expression grow more distressed and a green tint forming. "Uhh, let's leave it at that. Come on," He held out his hand and placed two fingers to his forehead. "Let's-" He was soon cut off by a rumbling throat clearing.

"Ahem!" Shenron grumbled. "You still have two more wishes and I can't hang around here all day."

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that Shenron!" Goku embarrassedly scratched the back of his head. "Hehe~"

The next day, Frieza stood watching Jaco at work repairing his ship. Intimidated by the Icejin's piercing glare, the Galactic Patrolman was nervously sweating and working at a fast rate, hopefully to get the tyrant to leave faster. 

"What's the rush, Patrolman? I'll have you know I won't be paying you if you mess anything up."

"You didn't say you were going to be paying me in the first place!" The Patrolman protested. 

"Exactly."

Jaco sighed as he began slowly continuing, only to have his work commented on again. "Could you go any faster? I do have a schedule to keep and I'd like to return to my empire sometime this century, if that's not too much of a challenge for a galactic boot-polisher such as yourself."

"Jeez, what do you want from me?!" 

The Patrolman shuddered immediately after hearing what he had just said, half expecting to feel the heat of a Death Beam at his neck. "Results." Frieza simply answered. "That's all I ask of you."

The tension of the moment was broken by Bulma calling out from outside of the ship.  "Frieza! Goku's here!"

The Icejin's eyes narrowed. "What does the monkey want now? If he's trying to pry more secrets out of me, he won't be getting any."

"He says he has something for you."

The tyrant sighed. "Fine... It'd better be a damned apology...” He exited his ship, arms folded and patience limited. Sure enough, Goku was outside, holding a bottle with one hand and holding something behind his back with the other. His characteristic smile was almost sickening. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see your face again for the rest of my stay on Earth... yet here we are.”

“Afternoon, Frieza! Sorry that I got your visit off to a rough start a few days ago.”

“And you’re giving it a rough ending too.”

“Listen, I’m sorry I eavesdropped on you back there.” He held up the bottle in his one hand. “Thought I might give you this to show there’s no hard feelings.”

Frieza analyzed the container quizzically. “Where did you get fine wine from Arcos of all places on such short notice?”

“Umm, I kind of used the Dragon Balls to get you that. Couldn’t think of any other wishes.” Goku chuckled a little.

“You what?!” Bulma and Frieza both looked at Goku in shock.

“You used a wish on the one of the most powerful beings alive for a single bottle of alcohol?” Frieza’s tail flicked uneasily. “That wish could’ve made me taller!”

“Wait,” Bulma snickered. “That was going be your wish?”

The emperor glared at the human. “Remember that I could kill you if I felt like it.” Bulma went silent.

“I appreciate the gesture,” The Icejin took the wine from Goku. “Even though I do have plenty of this already. I don’t appreciate how you obtained it though.”

Suddenly, from behind Goku, a small and frustrated voice spoke. “Okay, you gave him the stuff, can I please come out now?” The voice whined. Goku quickly elbowed the being behind him, causing it to yelp in displeasure.

“Umm, what was that?” Frieza’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

“Oh, that was probably just my stomach! It growls so loud it almost sounds like a person talking! Hehe~” Goku nervously lied.

“Well, if you have no further interruptions... That Galactic Patrolman should be almost finished up if he has any sense of time, so I must be going-” As Frieza turned to reenter his ship, Goku called out to him.

“Wait!”

The Icejin turned back around. “What more do you want?”

“Umm, there’s a part two to your present.”

“Oh~” Frieza smiled deviously and flirtatiously at the same time. “Are you trying to flatter me, dear Goku? May I remind you, you are a married man. Also, you’re not exactly my type-”

He suddenly trailed off as Goku led a familiar Icejin figure out from behind him. His eyes went wide. The bottle he was holding dropped from his hand, the Dragon Ball wish now shattered and spilled all over the below asphalt. Frieza stammered, looking for the right words to say in this situation. 

But, how was he supposed to think of words to say when his son... 

His many years dead son...

Stood alive in front of his eyes.

“I-I d-don’t know how to respond...” No one had ever heard Frieza’s voice falter this much- and whoever did was probably killed. An unexpected stream of tears flowed down his face, as if a large emotional reservoir had suddenly given way under pressure. “G-Goku, I-I don’t think this is an appropriate apology gift for eavesdropping, I-I could’ve just taken the-” 

“Shh-shh, hey, it’s fine. It just felt like the right thing to do. Finding the Dragon Balls for this kind of stuff is practically no sweat anymore. It felt worth doing for a friend.” 

“We’re not really friends, though-” Frieza tried to protest only to be cut off by a catch in his throat.

“Never mind that,” Goku picked up Kuriza, despite his squeamish resistance, and approached Frieza, setting him on the older Icejin’s shoulder. “Just... enjoy this...”

“Kuri…” Frieza started frantically speaking under his breath. “I should have taken you with me... I shouldn’t have left you in the ship... I shouldn’t have left you with Dodoria... I should’ve known better.”

“Papa,” Kuriza whimpered. “It was cold and painful and sad. I-I don’t want to be cold and sad anymore...”

Goku and Bulma simply observed the embrace until Frieza noticed. “What are you still doing here?” His eyes narrowed as he turned around and reentered the ship without another word to the two. 

Kuriza, who was still looking over his father’s shoulder, smiled and said, “He means to say ‘thank you’, he isn’t good with that sort of thing.”

And that was the last heard from the two Icejins during their time on Earth. 

“Soo...” Bulma asked of Goku. “What else did you wish for with the Dragon Balls?”

“Well, other than Kuriza and the wine, I decided to wish for some Zeni. It’ll make Chi-Chi happy so she’ll let me take off work to train with King Kai-” He suddenly trailed off as he realized.

“Yeah, did you remember to actually revive him this time?”

Goku nervously laughed. “Haha, whoops! Guess I forgot again”

“Damn it, Goku!!” King Kai’s furious screaming rang through Goku’s mind. 

Not too long after Frieza’s ship was ready to fly again, he had returned to his empire, and, to everyone’s surprise, he wasn't irritable and seemed to be in higher spirits. More importantly, he was followed by an unusual character that few of the soldiers knew.

In the soldiers’ common area, one of the new female recruits was speaking with an older veteran.

“So, Lemo, seems Lord Frieza’s in a better mood than usual!” She stretched her slim body in her chair. “Good news for us!”

“You say that as if I hadn’t noticed, Cheelai.”

“Yeah, but what’s with it with that little guy that’s almost always behind him? I think he’s a new recruit or some pet Frieza picked up on Earth. But, he’s been walking around here like he owns the place. I think it’s kind of crazy if you ask me-” Cheelai noticed Lemo looking at another nearby table and tensing up. “What’s wrong, Lemo? Why so stiff?”

Kuriza was sitting on top of the empty table. 

“Cheelai, show him some respect.”

“What, why? He’s just some kid!”

Lemo elbowed Cheelai, while still remaining mostly stiff. She sighed and positioned herself at attention.

“Evening, subordinates. I’ve been here for such a short time and you already know who’s the boss!” The Icejin started laughing a joyful laugh that was strikingly similar to Frieza’s, but more youthful and higher-pitched.

“He’s like a pint-sized Lord Frieza!” Cheelai commented.

Suddenly, as if cued, Frieza’s panicked voice could be heard through the halls. “Where is he? Where is he?!” Suddenly, the door to the common room opened and a worried Frieza suddenly became at ease. “Ah, there you are, son...”

“That’s Frieza’s son?!” Cheelai looked alarmed, but Lemo was not the least bit surprised at this fact.

Frieza picked up Kuriza from off of the table. “Kuri, you should know better. You’re supposed to tell Berryblue where you’re going. You had me worried sick.” He suddenly turned to Cheelai and Lemo. “I see you’ve already been acquainted.”

“Uhh, of course, Lord Frieza.” Cheelai composed herself.

“Alright, Kuriza, you’ve had your fun with the low-class soldiers, but it’s getting late now. You should be heading to bed.”

“Oh, we won’t hold you up too long.” Lemo apologized. “Have a nice evening, Lord Frieza.”

“And you too, young Kuriza.”

“That’s Prince Kuriza to you~” The young Icejin winked as the two left the room.