Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy of Bulma Briefs
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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,591
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.
Entering the Lion's Den
Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy Of Bulma Briefs
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: My apologies for the lack of updates, but it's holiday season, you know! So much has been happening I haven't had a chance to write. But I have a moment before I spend New Years Eve completely piss drunk, so here we go. Onward!
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Chapter 5: Entering the Lion's Den
Vegeta was at a loss. Kakkarot wasn't going to be able to help for a while. And probably wouldn't be able to walk straight for a while,either, after his wife got through with him. And Bulma wasn't going to do anything that would reveal her location. Damn it!
He stalked angrily down the street of South City, not stopping for anyone, even if they were in his way. Damn that woman! Was all that food even good for the baby? His son was going to grow to be a warrior, not a plump little puff ball!
"Arrgghhh!" Vegeta slammed his fist into the ground, venting his frustration and leaving a large hole in the middle of the street. Alright, fine. There was only one way.
Vegeta took off into the air, heading for Capsule Corporation as quickly as he could. He needed the Radar. He needed to find the Dragon Balls.
RIIINNG! RIIINNG!
Goku's phone rang, again and again. Not that he was in any position to answer it. Why was everyone so intent on talking to him today? He was just a bit tied up. Struggling against the bungee cords that bound his legs and arms behind him, he changed his mind. More than a bit tied up. All the great strength of the Saiyan's, and Earthlings had developed something that could keep them restrained. Darn it!
Chi-Chi stalked over to the phone, naked and glistening. Whoever that was was going to get it. This was the good part! The part where the Saiyan squeals!
"What the hell do you want?!" Screamed Goku's wife.
"Ahh, Chi-Chi. Did I interrupt your Kakkarot Carrot Cake?"
"Yes, Bulma, you did. Now what the hell is so important that you have to call 15 times?"
"Well, see, Vegeta is after me. He doesn't want me eating donuts, so we've got a bit of cat and mouse going. But he chose the wrong lady to mess with. My pregnancy gives me powers greater than any Saiyan! Hahaha!"
Chi-Chi chuckled. It was true. Goku had been at a loss during her pregnancy, too. Actually, he had required Senzu for his injuries. But, still!
"Well, if he calls, I'll tell him I've got no clue where you are. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some...things to do."
"Well, give the hunky stud one for me, hmm?"
"Oh, definitely. Bye, girlie!"
CLICK.
Bulma was glad she'd got through to someone, and even gladder that it was Chi-Chi. If Vegeta got Son's help, she'd really be in trouble. Vegeta she could outrun. But Goku was the Super Saiyan. He could easily catch up to even the rocket flier.
Nibbling on a plate of hash browns, she pondered. She HAD blown it, years ago. She'd chosen Yamcha. YAMCHA. There was no one weaker than Yamcha. It was pathetic. How could she be so dense?
Sure, he'd looked good back then, but she should have realized that little Son Goku would get older. Stronger. Studlier. It sent a little shiver down her spine.
Oh well, so much for regrets. She had Vegeta. And he was more than enough man for any woman. But not man enough to stop this woman from eating her fill, of course.
Hunkering down, she plotted her next move. Perhaps the sushi bar in North City?
Vegeta landed at the entrance to Capsule Corporation. He had to get the radar, abnd get moving. He didn't have any time to spare. Who knew what horrors his wife was committing. She might even be eating hash browns!
"Ack! Watch out! It's not stable!"
BABOOOOM!
Vegeta only had a split second to duck after entering Dr. Briefs' lab before flying metal tore a hole through his skull. And there was the good doctor himself, clothes in tatters and covered in soot. It was either a great advance in Earth's sciences, or blood, fire, and destruction with this man. One of the two. Kind of like his daughter...
"Sorry to spoil your fun, old man, but I need the Dragon Radar. Where is it?"
"Oh, Vegeta! I'm so glad you're here, son! I just came up with this wonderful new joke!"
"Gah! Your daughter is in trouble, old timer! Now hurry up! Where is it?!"
"But it's such a good..." Vegeta stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "Oh, fine. It's in my room, on the desk by the bed."
"Your...room?" Vegeta's heart sank. "You're sure?"
"Oh, yes. Say, when you find all the Dragon Balls, could you wish for a young girl for me?"
Vegeta stormed off, his heart heavy with dread. The Briefs' room. The lair of the mighty and dangerous Bulma's Mom. But there was no choice.
Tightening his belt, lest roaming hands get to him, Vegeta entered the lion's den.
It was dark in here. Too dark. And what was that smell?
Vegeta's eyes weren't focused in the dark yet, but he could make out bits of clothing on the floor, mostly leather and vinyl. And...what looked like a Namekian costume. Who had made THAT? Earthlings. Freaks, every last one.
How were you supposed to find anything in here? It was a mess! Videos and lotion bottles and bits of things and medieval torture devices. At least Mrs. Brief's hadn't found him yet. Ahh, there was the bed. And nearby should be...
"Vegeta, dear, what are you doing in here?"
Mrs. Briefs. In her underwear. Oh, bloody hell.
--------------------------------------------------------------Don't think this chapter is quite as good, but I gotta get warmed up again. Ahh, well. Keep reading!^^
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: My apologies for the lack of updates, but it's holiday season, you know! So much has been happening I haven't had a chance to write. But I have a moment before I spend New Years Eve completely piss drunk, so here we go. Onward!
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Chapter 5: Entering the Lion's Den
Vegeta was at a loss. Kakkarot wasn't going to be able to help for a while. And probably wouldn't be able to walk straight for a while,either, after his wife got through with him. And Bulma wasn't going to do anything that would reveal her location. Damn it!
He stalked angrily down the street of South City, not stopping for anyone, even if they were in his way. Damn that woman! Was all that food even good for the baby? His son was going to grow to be a warrior, not a plump little puff ball!
"Arrgghhh!" Vegeta slammed his fist into the ground, venting his frustration and leaving a large hole in the middle of the street. Alright, fine. There was only one way.
Vegeta took off into the air, heading for Capsule Corporation as quickly as he could. He needed the Radar. He needed to find the Dragon Balls.
RIIINNG! RIIINNG!
Goku's phone rang, again and again. Not that he was in any position to answer it. Why was everyone so intent on talking to him today? He was just a bit tied up. Struggling against the bungee cords that bound his legs and arms behind him, he changed his mind. More than a bit tied up. All the great strength of the Saiyan's, and Earthlings had developed something that could keep them restrained. Darn it!
Chi-Chi stalked over to the phone, naked and glistening. Whoever that was was going to get it. This was the good part! The part where the Saiyan squeals!
"What the hell do you want?!" Screamed Goku's wife.
"Ahh, Chi-Chi. Did I interrupt your Kakkarot Carrot Cake?"
"Yes, Bulma, you did. Now what the hell is so important that you have to call 15 times?"
"Well, see, Vegeta is after me. He doesn't want me eating donuts, so we've got a bit of cat and mouse going. But he chose the wrong lady to mess with. My pregnancy gives me powers greater than any Saiyan! Hahaha!"
Chi-Chi chuckled. It was true. Goku had been at a loss during her pregnancy, too. Actually, he had required Senzu for his injuries. But, still!
"Well, if he calls, I'll tell him I've got no clue where you are. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some...things to do."
"Well, give the hunky stud one for me, hmm?"
"Oh, definitely. Bye, girlie!"
CLICK.
Bulma was glad she'd got through to someone, and even gladder that it was Chi-Chi. If Vegeta got Son's help, she'd really be in trouble. Vegeta she could outrun. But Goku was the Super Saiyan. He could easily catch up to even the rocket flier.
Nibbling on a plate of hash browns, she pondered. She HAD blown it, years ago. She'd chosen Yamcha. YAMCHA. There was no one weaker than Yamcha. It was pathetic. How could she be so dense?
Sure, he'd looked good back then, but she should have realized that little Son Goku would get older. Stronger. Studlier. It sent a little shiver down her spine.
Oh well, so much for regrets. She had Vegeta. And he was more than enough man for any woman. But not man enough to stop this woman from eating her fill, of course.
Hunkering down, she plotted her next move. Perhaps the sushi bar in North City?
Vegeta landed at the entrance to Capsule Corporation. He had to get the radar, abnd get moving. He didn't have any time to spare. Who knew what horrors his wife was committing. She might even be eating hash browns!
"Ack! Watch out! It's not stable!"
BABOOOOM!
Vegeta only had a split second to duck after entering Dr. Briefs' lab before flying metal tore a hole through his skull. And there was the good doctor himself, clothes in tatters and covered in soot. It was either a great advance in Earth's sciences, or blood, fire, and destruction with this man. One of the two. Kind of like his daughter...
"Sorry to spoil your fun, old man, but I need the Dragon Radar. Where is it?"
"Oh, Vegeta! I'm so glad you're here, son! I just came up with this wonderful new joke!"
"Gah! Your daughter is in trouble, old timer! Now hurry up! Where is it?!"
"But it's such a good..." Vegeta stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "Oh, fine. It's in my room, on the desk by the bed."
"Your...room?" Vegeta's heart sank. "You're sure?"
"Oh, yes. Say, when you find all the Dragon Balls, could you wish for a young girl for me?"
Vegeta stormed off, his heart heavy with dread. The Briefs' room. The lair of the mighty and dangerous Bulma's Mom. But there was no choice.
Tightening his belt, lest roaming hands get to him, Vegeta entered the lion's den.
It was dark in here. Too dark. And what was that smell?
Vegeta's eyes weren't focused in the dark yet, but he could make out bits of clothing on the floor, mostly leather and vinyl. And...what looked like a Namekian costume. Who had made THAT? Earthlings. Freaks, every last one.
How were you supposed to find anything in here? It was a mess! Videos and lotion bottles and bits of things and medieval torture devices. At least Mrs. Brief's hadn't found him yet. Ahh, there was the bed. And nearby should be...
"Vegeta, dear, what are you doing in here?"
Mrs. Briefs. In her underwear. Oh, bloody hell.
--------------------------------------------------------------Don't think this chapter is quite as good, but I gotta get warmed up again. Ahh, well. Keep reading!^^