#vegebul fanfic

[saiyanmazen]

Working on a little something to break through my writer's block. It's an early draft, so please excuse any mistakes.

Yes. It's smut for Legend - A Dragon Ball Tale. All based on Bulma catching Vegeta’s cape.

[rozzingit]

Darkness. The taste of dirt in his mouth. Weight crushing around him. In his dreams, Goku buries him so deep that Vegeta can't remember air or light or freedom. He buries him so deep he'll never claw his way out. Sometimes it's Vegeta digging his own barrow. That is when he is buried the deepest of all.

Once upon a time, when I had finished The Art of War, I thought about doing a Seven-Year Gap fic. I've been returning to my DBZ hyperfixation, inspired by the reappearance of the seminal Vegeta/Bulma fanfic Vejiitasei Ascendant, but it was a different fic that fell out of me.

P.S. if you are a Vegebul shipper and you haven't read Vejiitasei Ascendant, please read it, it was the absolute top tier classic fic of the ship back in the day.

[mawrblaidddrwg]

Bb’s first canon-compliant(ish) one shot:

Bulma has been exhausted from caring for baby Bulla, raising Trunks, being married to a certain Saiyan Prince and her day-to-day life. She suddenly finds herself very much awake when she is face to face with someone from her past that she thought she would never have to see again: Majin Vegeta.

[bloodpatternblue]

Chapter 35 is finally here. It's been a long hiatus.

[shinekocreator]

Did I just get an insane VegeBul fanfic idea from a dream I just had? Yes, yes, I did (it's more of an au):

So the idea is that Bulma accidentally wins some insane fighting tournament where the winner gets to be Vegeta's queen (because there are no saiyan women left), and doing so despite Vegeta's warning to not interfere. But she just wants to get back to earth to be with recently revived Yamcha (who she hadn't had a chance of seeing yet), but she got caught in this insane tournament and was fighting for her life. And then Vegeta is all like, "I warned you not to interfere, now you shall become my queen against both our wills."

[dragonbabezee]

♥️The Ace of Her Heart♥️

By Froglady15 and Dragonbabezee

Chapter 4 - At the Cottage, Bodensee/Lake Constance, June 1915

Bulma and Vegeta meet at the cottage

archiveofourown.org/works/46067908…

@vegebulocracy @froglady15

[superaliencake]

When Heaven Takes You Home https://archiveofourown.org/works/59761909/chapters/152436229 I did it. In a battle between myself and procrastination, it appears I have actually won! It's my first fan fiction, go easy on me. ---- What happens when Vegeta is reluctantly dragged out of his home by his long-time friend and college roommate, Raditz? Vegeta, a driven but deeply guarded executive at Saiyan Industries, prefers solitude and a quiet evening over the chaos of the club. But Raditz, being who he is, manages to convince Vegeta that this will be worth his time. Watch as a chance encounter with Bulma slowly changes the trajectory of his life — for better or for worse. (MIND THE TAGS)

[fabuloustrash05]

Akria Toriyama’s writing style when it comes to the couples in DBZ

First seeing the couple: *shares a moment that has some romantic tension or out right flirting*

Next time we see the couple: *married with children*

[galexibrain]

DBZ fic in which Kid Trunks gets abducted by remnants of the Freezer Force bc they think they can blackmail Vegeta that way.

Vegebul go on an intergalactic rampage to bring him back.

[lawnchairthethird]

Giant List of Vegebul fics I love

So I kept losing fics and ao3 wasn't quite organized enough for me. So I took my adderal and I hyperfixated on making this spreadsheet for a few hours. It's not complete (there are some fics I've read that I just forgot and can't find and I have a whole slew of messy links to sort through). But I figured someone could get some use out of this, too! There are tabs at the bottom to sort through.

[saiyanmazen]

Bow down to the Empress

A Vegebul fanfic - rated T for now.

[rozzingit]

WIP Wednesday

It was dim in the room, but his eyesight was good enough in the darkness to get a look around. It was a bit sparse, all told. The — building? house? structure? — seemed to be stone, and the formations he'd seen out in the desert sprang to mind as he studied the curved walls of the room. A mix of natural formation and external manipulation, then.

He kept his steps quiet as he moved to the doorway. He could see a small kitchen and living area in the darkness, well-stocked. He tracked a path along the perimeter, studying the tools and technology at hand. He found a device that his brief inspection discovered to be refrigeration of some sort.

Gives me an idea of their tech, at least. But how long ago could I be? His brow creased as he considered the possibilities. There was a time in his childhood when he wanted nothing more than to know every detail he could drag out of his father about the history of the Saiyans. He knew that Vegetasei wasn't their original planet, so they had to have some technology already to have made it here.

He stopped suddenly, mid-thought. Was he on Vegetasei? Did he even know? The weight of gravity seemed to fit: he hadn’t been ready for it when he arrived, and it knocked the wind out of him at first in his injured state. But he also didn’t know anything about the gravity on the original Saiyan homeworld, either.

A shiver of something unsettled ran down his spine as Trunks felt his mental balance waver. He took a breath and focused on his center until he felt steady again, and then he moved quietly into the next room.

Which is when he came face to face with the strangest nursery he'd ever seen.

Trunks stared at the glass and metal tank that stood before him. The room wasn't lit, but there was a soft glow from the tank itself, illuminating the shadowed form of a child within. Part of Trunks recalled memories and mentions of medical tanks, but all as footnotes to stories. In abstract. There was something fundamentally strange about being presented with the reality of it here in front of him: a child not even laying down in containment, but suspended. Floating.

Trunks's unease slowly evolved into curiosity, and he stepped forward to bring himself closer. He could see the gleam of his reflection in the glass as he started to reach to touch it, and his brow creased as the shifting light in the tank's fluid caught a different angle on the infant's face. Trunks leaned closer—

[mawrblaidddrwg]

WIP Wednesday - Sons of the Saiyans

“Please don’t make me go in there. Chi-Chi will never let me see the light of day again if she finds out that I was in a strip club,” Goku was half hiding behind his hands as Vegeta dragged him by his arms towards the black painting building.

“I don’t want to fucking go in there either! I’m not a pervert like R—” Vegeta stopped mid sentence realizing what he was about to say. He swallowed hard, pushing the name down his throat. Still not able to speak it out loud. “But that’s where the people we need to talk to are,” Vegeta said.

“Easy for you to say, Vegeta! Bulma would probably be thrilled to be in there. She probably has a stack of dollar bills ready to go,” Goku grumbled, his cheeks turning crimson. “Chi-Chi is going to throw hot coffee in my face if she finds out.”

Vegeta had to think very long and very hard about anything else other than the visual of Bulma at the Red Ribbon. He took a deep breath in; he had to focus on the task at hand.

When they entered the doors of the Red Ribbon, Vegeta clicked the safety of his gun that was tucked into his jeans immediately. After all, he was the one who ended the ceasefire, so it seemed only appropriate for him to be ready to fire at any moment. Goku put the hood of his sweatshirt on over his head trying to squeeze it as tight as possible to himself, resembling a turtle attempting to hide inside of its shell.

“Kakarot you’re so fucking embarrassing,” Vegeta sneered feeling even more disgusted about having to enter the Red Ribbon with his cousin.

Vegeta braced for the loud, violent sounds of dance music pounding his skull once the door opened, but instead was greeted with the melancholy riffs of How Soon is Now. Several dancers paused upon his entrance into the bar and he noticed the lack of patrons. His black eyes did a quick sweep of the premises and right away he noticed the blonde woman who shot him the last time he was here. She immediately pulled out a shotgun from behind the bar. She was wearing clothes this time and seemed to be the bartender instead of a dancer, adorned in a short acid washed skirt and off the shoulder top.

“We come in peace,” Vegeta said holding his hands up and pretending as though he hadn’t just clicked the safety off of his gun.

“Right, sure. And I’m Madonna. Nice try, asshole,” she cocked the shotgun and aimed it at Vegeta’s head, who held his ground with his hands still up.

“Hi, um Miss. We are here to talk to someone named 17,” Goku said realizing that any impression Vegeta would attempt to make would result in their heads getting blown off.

“You look very familiar,” she said warily, nodding towards Goku behind the barrel of the shotgun.

“My uh—” Goku swallowed the bitter pit lodged in his throat, “my brother, Raditz was a frequent visitor here.”

She eyed him suspiciously for a long while until she seemed to accept his answer. “Are you here to shoot 17’s kneecaps off too?”

“Technically, I only shot one of Gero’s kneecaps,” Vegeta corrected her before she gave him a pointed glare. “But no, that’s not why I’m here. I have a business matter to discuss with him.”

“Fine, hand over your gun then,” she walked around the bar still pointing the shotgun at him.

“I don’t have a gun,” Vegeta lied.

She shot the gun at the floor near Vegeta’s Dr Martens and shattered a black tile from the black and white checkerboard pattern on the floor. Goku nearly jumped out of his sweatpants, but Vegeta didn’t even flinch. The sound of bullets ricocheting being the closest thing he could think of to a bedtime story.

[bloodpatternblue]

Hunted

This is an illustration from a Vegebul Oneshot I'm dropping soon. 🦋Primal play 🦋Omegaverse 🦋Cold Empire Prisoner AU ✨Coming soon✨ (sneak peek below)

Full version on my DeviantArt page

Sneak peek

[danizinhaut]

A fanart of @saiyanmazen 's amazing fanfic, A Royal Exception

I know it's not exactly the scene, but when I read the part where Bulma gives his cape back, I couldn't resist imagining that she just threw it in his face 😂

If you haven't read this beautiful fic yet, go read it, it's worth it!

[dragonbabezee]

Chapter 3 of The Ace of Her Heart is posted!

Get ready to meet Bulma Unterwäsche - feminist, pacifist, engineer and resident of Stuttgart, Germany in 1915. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46067908/chapters/116096836

@froglady15​ and I are excited to present this to you together! I hope you’re also enjoying the other fics and artwork for the @vegebulocracy​ Time After Time event. I haven’t have a chance to peek yet, as we’re too flat out finishing our own chapters!