Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy of Bulma Briefs
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,587
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.
Cakes and Combat
Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy Of Bulma Briefs
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: Well, reviews are coming far faster than my Zelda fiction. But then, my writing has improved, and this is a bigger fandom. Ahh, well. Onward! ^_^
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Chapter 3: Cakes and Combat
"Don't you go telling me I should calm down! What happened to customer service? I'm the customer, now serve me some cake!"
The plump little cake lady was thoroughly horrified. She had been enjoying her day, ogling Mr.Satan as he gave his speech, when suddenly a very feral looking, very pregnant woman stormed up, demanding cakes.
She'd given her cakes. And then more cakes. More cake than any human could possibly stand and not have East City-sized craters in thier teeth. And still she came! It was madness!
"Ma'am, I have no more cake! It's all gone!"
"WHAT?!"
Hiding beneath the counter, the cake lady prayed for deliverance.
On the opposite end of South City, Vegeta pondered how he was going to find his darling wife. The trouble was, she had no chi. And probably knew it, the fickle wench. Ahh, but he loved that about her, even though it drove him absolutely mad.
She had been near a cake stall. Could he find a phone book, and look for cake stalls? No, that would take too long. Near a stall, by a martial artist...martial artist. Chi. Weak chi, from the looks of the so called "Champ", but chi, nonetheless. There! 52, on the other side of the city!
Setting his face into a battle expression, Vegeta headed off. Wether to help his wife or die, he wasn't quite sure yet. But he really felt bad for the poor cake lady.
Who was at this time being held in a hormone-powered headlock by the fiery blue-haired Capsule Corp. heiress, and though she called for help, everyone was too focused on Mr.Satan to care.
"Now! I know you have the cake, so give it up!" screamed Bulma, a predatory gleam in her eye.
"But...but I...can't...breath..."
"BULMA!"
Bulma whirled around and saw her husband standing there, his eyes fierce, fists clenched and eyes blazing. Ready for a fight. So! He would stop her from having cake now, eh? Well, she'd just see about that!
"So, Vegeta dear, why have you come? To bring me home? Put me in bed? Have me drink BROTH? Hmmmm?"
"Oh, yes indeed. Lots of broth. All the broth you can stand! Now I don't want to force you to come with me, but I will pick you up and take you there myself if I have to!"
"Just try it, Veggie! You haven't got enough balls to drag me off kicking and screaming!"
"You don't stand a chance against me in battle, or in the chase! HAAAAAHHH!"
Vegeta crouched and began charging his chi, intending to catch her and sweep her up, as quickly as possible. It would only take a moment.
And that moment was long enough for Bulma to give him a mighty kick to his mighty balls.
Vegeta collapsed in a heap, even as his wife's mocking laughter and the hum of her rocket flier filled his ears.
The chase was on, yet again. As soon as he put his testicles back together. Gods, he hoped her and the Earth lasted that long.
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Thank you so much for the support, and in the next chapter...Son f'ing Goku! But not what you might expect! Stay tuned!
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: Well, reviews are coming far faster than my Zelda fiction. But then, my writing has improved, and this is a bigger fandom. Ahh, well. Onward! ^_^
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Chapter 3: Cakes and Combat
"Don't you go telling me I should calm down! What happened to customer service? I'm the customer, now serve me some cake!"
The plump little cake lady was thoroughly horrified. She had been enjoying her day, ogling Mr.Satan as he gave his speech, when suddenly a very feral looking, very pregnant woman stormed up, demanding cakes.
She'd given her cakes. And then more cakes. More cake than any human could possibly stand and not have East City-sized craters in thier teeth. And still she came! It was madness!
"Ma'am, I have no more cake! It's all gone!"
"WHAT?!"
Hiding beneath the counter, the cake lady prayed for deliverance.
On the opposite end of South City, Vegeta pondered how he was going to find his darling wife. The trouble was, she had no chi. And probably knew it, the fickle wench. Ahh, but he loved that about her, even though it drove him absolutely mad.
She had been near a cake stall. Could he find a phone book, and look for cake stalls? No, that would take too long. Near a stall, by a martial artist...martial artist. Chi. Weak chi, from the looks of the so called "Champ", but chi, nonetheless. There! 52, on the other side of the city!
Setting his face into a battle expression, Vegeta headed off. Wether to help his wife or die, he wasn't quite sure yet. But he really felt bad for the poor cake lady.
Who was at this time being held in a hormone-powered headlock by the fiery blue-haired Capsule Corp. heiress, and though she called for help, everyone was too focused on Mr.Satan to care.
"Now! I know you have the cake, so give it up!" screamed Bulma, a predatory gleam in her eye.
"But...but I...can't...breath..."
"BULMA!"
Bulma whirled around and saw her husband standing there, his eyes fierce, fists clenched and eyes blazing. Ready for a fight. So! He would stop her from having cake now, eh? Well, she'd just see about that!
"So, Vegeta dear, why have you come? To bring me home? Put me in bed? Have me drink BROTH? Hmmmm?"
"Oh, yes indeed. Lots of broth. All the broth you can stand! Now I don't want to force you to come with me, but I will pick you up and take you there myself if I have to!"
"Just try it, Veggie! You haven't got enough balls to drag me off kicking and screaming!"
"You don't stand a chance against me in battle, or in the chase! HAAAAAHHH!"
Vegeta crouched and began charging his chi, intending to catch her and sweep her up, as quickly as possible. It would only take a moment.
And that moment was long enough for Bulma to give him a mighty kick to his mighty balls.
Vegeta collapsed in a heap, even as his wife's mocking laughter and the hum of her rocket flier filled his ears.
The chase was on, yet again. As soon as he put his testicles back together. Gods, he hoped her and the Earth lasted that long.
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Thank you so much for the support, and in the next chapter...Son f'ing Goku! But not what you might expect! Stay tuned!