Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy of Bulma Briefs
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,585
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Oh where, oh where has my Bulma Briefs gone?
Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy Of Bulma Briefs
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: Well, I got such a nice review, I decided to surprise my one adoring fan with an early chapter!
And I feel I must explain my "tramp" comment. In the manga, early on, Bulma didn't see much problem with flashing her boobs to get her way. And she also went all goggle eyed over any hot guy she got near. Then later on, she keeps making comments to the tune of "I made a mistake picking Yamcha. I should have picked Son Goku!"
So, yeah. Nothing to do with being male, I just think she's a horndog. Oh, and I use the manga names for characters. Kuririn RULES.
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Chapter 2: Oh where, oh where has my Bulma Briefs gone?
Vegeta was upset. He had been flying around all day, scouring the countryside, and STILL there was no sign of that blasted wife of his. He had helped her and her father develop those new rocket motors. Now he was regretting it.
Oh, he had thought he'd be doing them some good. If they needed the help of the New Namekians to make more Dragon Balls or something, they'd be able to get there this time! But no. The one time he tried to help, it slapped him in the face.And now his half-crazed wife was gone, doing who knew what unspeakable things.
Unbeknownst to Vegeta, Bulma was due south of him, sitting indian style on the forest floor. This was a perfect place to hide! He would NEVER find her here! He could use his chi sensing ability, but it would be futile, because she had no chi!
And so Bulma figured, as long as she didn't make too much of a fuss and draw attention to herself, she wouldn't get caught. Giggling madly, she dug into her pack...
And found nothing. No candy, no cakes, nothing. Just the donuts. Oh, Kami, she had forgotten the goodie sack! And if she headed back, Vegeta would find her!
Suddenly, rational thought left her. She would have the cookies. The candy. The cakes! Oh, the dear little cakes. And she needed the donuts as her bargaining chip, should Vegeta catch her. He was a good man, but he could be rough if he was angry, and she was smart enough to consider all her options.
Firing up the rocket flier, she zoomed off towards the horizon. But where could she go? West City was definitely off limits, and East City was still being fixed. Why did Vegeta hang out with a loser like Nappa, anyhow? He was a big, bald freak! Only Kuririn made bald look good! And those sexy eyebrows...she'd have to find him a girlfriend soon. But later! She was on a mission!
South City would do. They would surrender the cakes, or pay the price! Vegeta thought he could stop the pregnant hormone monster...HA!
"You fool! Hurry! Hurry, before it's too late!"
Vegeta sat impatiently, waiting for his food. What was wrong with this damnedable human? It was only his 6th helping! He needed energy. Chasing this woman was a workout!
He'd stopped in South City, remembering Bulma bringing him here for their first date. Of course, that date had ended with Vegeta pummeling some drunken loser who had hit on his woman. But, still! It had meaning to him, and he needed a place to think.
Gods, he was worried, didn't she see that? She'd turned him as soft as Kakkarot, the one thing he had swore he never would be. Maybe once he had her back and under control, he would see about fixing that.
Yeah, right. He was whipped, and he knew it.
Vegeta turned toward the old TV over the counter, watching the news flick over the dim screen. Nothing interesting happening. A murder, some person called Mr.Satan giving a speech. And...Bulma. Harassing the owner of a cake shop in the background. AHA!
She couldn't get away now!
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Pardon me if this chapter isn't as good. I'm feeling sick, but this is just for you readers, and especially you, Camaro, for the nice words. And I apologize if I insulted your favorite character. Keep reading and reviewing, and next chapter we will have some battle!
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: Well, I got such a nice review, I decided to surprise my one adoring fan with an early chapter!
And I feel I must explain my "tramp" comment. In the manga, early on, Bulma didn't see much problem with flashing her boobs to get her way. And she also went all goggle eyed over any hot guy she got near. Then later on, she keeps making comments to the tune of "I made a mistake picking Yamcha. I should have picked Son Goku!"
So, yeah. Nothing to do with being male, I just think she's a horndog. Oh, and I use the manga names for characters. Kuririn RULES.
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Chapter 2: Oh where, oh where has my Bulma Briefs gone?
Vegeta was upset. He had been flying around all day, scouring the countryside, and STILL there was no sign of that blasted wife of his. He had helped her and her father develop those new rocket motors. Now he was regretting it.
Oh, he had thought he'd be doing them some good. If they needed the help of the New Namekians to make more Dragon Balls or something, they'd be able to get there this time! But no. The one time he tried to help, it slapped him in the face.And now his half-crazed wife was gone, doing who knew what unspeakable things.
Unbeknownst to Vegeta, Bulma was due south of him, sitting indian style on the forest floor. This was a perfect place to hide! He would NEVER find her here! He could use his chi sensing ability, but it would be futile, because she had no chi!
And so Bulma figured, as long as she didn't make too much of a fuss and draw attention to herself, she wouldn't get caught. Giggling madly, she dug into her pack...
And found nothing. No candy, no cakes, nothing. Just the donuts. Oh, Kami, she had forgotten the goodie sack! And if she headed back, Vegeta would find her!
Suddenly, rational thought left her. She would have the cookies. The candy. The cakes! Oh, the dear little cakes. And she needed the donuts as her bargaining chip, should Vegeta catch her. He was a good man, but he could be rough if he was angry, and she was smart enough to consider all her options.
Firing up the rocket flier, she zoomed off towards the horizon. But where could she go? West City was definitely off limits, and East City was still being fixed. Why did Vegeta hang out with a loser like Nappa, anyhow? He was a big, bald freak! Only Kuririn made bald look good! And those sexy eyebrows...she'd have to find him a girlfriend soon. But later! She was on a mission!
South City would do. They would surrender the cakes, or pay the price! Vegeta thought he could stop the pregnant hormone monster...HA!
"You fool! Hurry! Hurry, before it's too late!"
Vegeta sat impatiently, waiting for his food. What was wrong with this damnedable human? It was only his 6th helping! He needed energy. Chasing this woman was a workout!
He'd stopped in South City, remembering Bulma bringing him here for their first date. Of course, that date had ended with Vegeta pummeling some drunken loser who had hit on his woman. But, still! It had meaning to him, and he needed a place to think.
Gods, he was worried, didn't she see that? She'd turned him as soft as Kakkarot, the one thing he had swore he never would be. Maybe once he had her back and under control, he would see about fixing that.
Yeah, right. He was whipped, and he knew it.
Vegeta turned toward the old TV over the counter, watching the news flick over the dim screen. Nothing interesting happening. A murder, some person called Mr.Satan giving a speech. And...Bulma. Harassing the owner of a cake shop in the background. AHA!
She couldn't get away now!
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Pardon me if this chapter isn't as good. I'm feeling sick, but this is just for you readers, and especially you, Camaro, for the nice words. And I apologize if I insulted your favorite character. Keep reading and reviewing, and next chapter we will have some battle!