Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy of Bulma Briefs
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,590
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.
Kakkarot, Kakkarot, bloody stupid Kakkarot
Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy Of Bulma Briefs
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: I had no intention to update so much. But with fans as good as mine, what can one do?^_^ And I gotta get this off my chest...I'm not a big Son Goku fan. He's ALWAYS gotta be strongest. He's done for? Suddenly not the strongest? Oh, look, I can do THIS! Pulling it right out of his ass...blargh. Damnedable Kakkarot...>_<
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Chapter 4: Kakkarot, Kakkarot, bloody stupid Kakkarot
Why, oh why, had he married that woman?
Vegeta sat on a bench in the nearby park, holding a cold glass of lemonade to his crotch. He hated the drink, personally, but it was the only ice he could find. And since his wife had almost crushed his balls into powder, he definitely needed it.
He knew why he'd married her, and it was the same reason she'd been able to catch him-him, the mighty Prince of the Saiyans-off guard. That fire, that strength she had inside of her. Sure, her body was nice, but the woman had balls for a human, and more than a hint of sass. Veggie like!
What he didn't like, though, was that he was going to be walking funny for a week. Gods, he wanted to throttle her. But thats what made her fun. It was confounding, it was infuriating, and he loved it. But how to find her now?
He'd been thinking about it for over an hour now. Time he should have spent searching for her, but that wife of his was brilliant. Far more brilliant than him, and they both knew it. She would easily elude him. So Vegeta did the only thing he could think of to do.
Sighing wearily, he walked to a phonebooth, and called Kakkarot.
"Oh, god...Heaven. Or close to it."
"Do you like it, ma'am? It's my special recipe."
"It's an orgasm in a pastry crust. I love you."
Bulma was a happy girl. She'd landed in the first small village she came across and stopped at the small diner they had there. Sure, she got some funny looks, charging into town on a highly-advanced rocket flier, but she had a very important task ahead of her! Pie. The greatest pie she could find.
And she'd found it at her first stop. What luck! Warm and cinnamony and apple filled and wonderful. She'd have to take some back with her. Or a whole pie. Either or.
She'd come up with a plan. She'd lay low here for a while, until she found a way to thwart her husband. Oh, she loved him, but he'd challenged her to this game, and she was determined to be the winner in the end. She did NOT take losing that well.
She'd figure out how to deal with him later. For now, she would have another slice.
Bulma tucked in like a half-starved beast. Which in a way, she was, or so she thought.
"Kakkarot! Pick up the phone! Now! I don't have time to play games, Bulma's in danger! Or the Earth! Or both!"
Vegeta called again. And again. He kept getting the machine. Kakkarot always showed when you didn't want him, but when you needed help? Oh, no. He was probably off with his wife. In that, Vegeta felt for him. He'd rather face Freeza than Chi-Chi, any day.
"This is the last time...pick up the phone, or so help me, I'm going to..."
"Whoa, calm down Vegeta, what's wrong? What's going on?"
Finally! It was about time. Vegeta tried stifling his anger, and began to talk.
"Kakkarot, you've been married to a human woman your whole life. How do you handle them? Especially during pregnancy?"
Son Goku thought about this. He'd had a hard time in his marriage. It wasn't a union born of love. He'd only promised to do it because he thought he was gonna get something to eat. But, a promise is a promise, and he could at least try to help Vegeta out a bit!
"Well...girls are kind of scary, Vegeta! When Chi-Chi was pregnant, she wanted peanut butter and hashbrown sundaes!"
"Wait...she wanted what? Have you been at the sake, Kakkarot? You have got to be kidding me"
"No, really! And she wouldn't let me get dressed, for some reason, though I don't know why she'd want me to walk around naked..."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. Gods, he was daft! How could anyone be so good a tactician in battle, and so stupid at everything else?
"Kakkarot, get to the point! Bulma's eating donuts. Donuts, I tell you! She ran off with them, and put a cake-stall owner in a headlock!" He decided not to mention his defeat to his wife's mighty field-goal kick. He had to keep some shred of his pride intact.
"Well, Vegeta, my suggestion would be to..."
"GOOOKKKUUUUU!" Uh oh. Chi-Chi was yelling on the other end. This couldn't be good.
"Kakkarot, what does she want?"
"Well, I don't know, but she wants me to go get 4 jumbo bottles of baby oil, some bungee cords, and a carrot, so I'm guessing she..."
CLICK.
Vegeta hung up the phone, and walked away. Even if he needed Kakkarot's help, NOTHING was worth hearing him describe what his insane wife wanted with him, baby oil, and a carrot.
Nothing.
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Reviews make mouths happy! You all rock so many socks, seriously. Keep reading!^___^
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: I had no intention to update so much. But with fans as good as mine, what can one do?^_^ And I gotta get this off my chest...I'm not a big Son Goku fan. He's ALWAYS gotta be strongest. He's done for? Suddenly not the strongest? Oh, look, I can do THIS! Pulling it right out of his ass...blargh. Damnedable Kakkarot...>_<
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Chapter 4: Kakkarot, Kakkarot, bloody stupid Kakkarot
Why, oh why, had he married that woman?
Vegeta sat on a bench in the nearby park, holding a cold glass of lemonade to his crotch. He hated the drink, personally, but it was the only ice he could find. And since his wife had almost crushed his balls into powder, he definitely needed it.
He knew why he'd married her, and it was the same reason she'd been able to catch him-him, the mighty Prince of the Saiyans-off guard. That fire, that strength she had inside of her. Sure, her body was nice, but the woman had balls for a human, and more than a hint of sass. Veggie like!
What he didn't like, though, was that he was going to be walking funny for a week. Gods, he wanted to throttle her. But thats what made her fun. It was confounding, it was infuriating, and he loved it. But how to find her now?
He'd been thinking about it for over an hour now. Time he should have spent searching for her, but that wife of his was brilliant. Far more brilliant than him, and they both knew it. She would easily elude him. So Vegeta did the only thing he could think of to do.
Sighing wearily, he walked to a phonebooth, and called Kakkarot.
"Oh, god...Heaven. Or close to it."
"Do you like it, ma'am? It's my special recipe."
"It's an orgasm in a pastry crust. I love you."
Bulma was a happy girl. She'd landed in the first small village she came across and stopped at the small diner they had there. Sure, she got some funny looks, charging into town on a highly-advanced rocket flier, but she had a very important task ahead of her! Pie. The greatest pie she could find.
And she'd found it at her first stop. What luck! Warm and cinnamony and apple filled and wonderful. She'd have to take some back with her. Or a whole pie. Either or.
She'd come up with a plan. She'd lay low here for a while, until she found a way to thwart her husband. Oh, she loved him, but he'd challenged her to this game, and she was determined to be the winner in the end. She did NOT take losing that well.
She'd figure out how to deal with him later. For now, she would have another slice.
Bulma tucked in like a half-starved beast. Which in a way, she was, or so she thought.
"Kakkarot! Pick up the phone! Now! I don't have time to play games, Bulma's in danger! Or the Earth! Or both!"
Vegeta called again. And again. He kept getting the machine. Kakkarot always showed when you didn't want him, but when you needed help? Oh, no. He was probably off with his wife. In that, Vegeta felt for him. He'd rather face Freeza than Chi-Chi, any day.
"This is the last time...pick up the phone, or so help me, I'm going to..."
"Whoa, calm down Vegeta, what's wrong? What's going on?"
Finally! It was about time. Vegeta tried stifling his anger, and began to talk.
"Kakkarot, you've been married to a human woman your whole life. How do you handle them? Especially during pregnancy?"
Son Goku thought about this. He'd had a hard time in his marriage. It wasn't a union born of love. He'd only promised to do it because he thought he was gonna get something to eat. But, a promise is a promise, and he could at least try to help Vegeta out a bit!
"Well...girls are kind of scary, Vegeta! When Chi-Chi was pregnant, she wanted peanut butter and hashbrown sundaes!"
"Wait...she wanted what? Have you been at the sake, Kakkarot? You have got to be kidding me"
"No, really! And she wouldn't let me get dressed, for some reason, though I don't know why she'd want me to walk around naked..."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. Gods, he was daft! How could anyone be so good a tactician in battle, and so stupid at everything else?
"Kakkarot, get to the point! Bulma's eating donuts. Donuts, I tell you! She ran off with them, and put a cake-stall owner in a headlock!" He decided not to mention his defeat to his wife's mighty field-goal kick. He had to keep some shred of his pride intact.
"Well, Vegeta, my suggestion would be to..."
"GOOOKKKUUUUU!" Uh oh. Chi-Chi was yelling on the other end. This couldn't be good.
"Kakkarot, what does she want?"
"Well, I don't know, but she wants me to go get 4 jumbo bottles of baby oil, some bungee cords, and a carrot, so I'm guessing she..."
CLICK.
Vegeta hung up the phone, and walked away. Even if he needed Kakkarot's help, NOTHING was worth hearing him describe what his insane wife wanted with him, baby oil, and a carrot.
Nothing.
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Reviews make mouths happy! You all rock so many socks, seriously. Keep reading!^___^