Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy of Bulma Briefs
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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,592
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.
MILF: Mom I'd Love to Flee
Dragonball Z: The Pregnancy Of Bulma Briefs
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: I'm back! With life calm, and my own place, and my little self on the way to college, it's time to write! Onward! And seriously, is everyone in Bulma's family a freak? She's a fickle, perverted, scheming woman, even if she tries acting prudish. And her parents are sex-beasts, themselves. They both asked Bulma for a lover off the Dragon Balls, for Kami-sama's sake! And her mom asked Son Goku to a pastry shop! Craziness!
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Chapter 6: MILF: Mom I'd Love to Flee
Vegeta backed away from the bed, even as his hand was so close to grabbing the radar. He knew better than to get to close to Bulma's mom...she was a quick one, for an old human woman.
"Mrs. Briefs, I'm just here for the radar. Let me grab it and I'll go....please? Maybe?"
Mrs. Briefs was wearing her usual ditzy grin, but the signs here were obvious. Black lace undergarments, nipples poking out slightly- if he didn't escape soon, he was in trouble, and he knew it.
"Now, Vegeta dear, you can spend just a little time with an old woman, can't you? I've not had a chance to get to know you very well, and I simply must get to know the man my daughter would choose to settle down with..."
Vegeta tried to think of a way out as Mrs. Briefs rambled on in that annoyingly chirpy voice of hers about Bulma and that fool Yamcha and god knows who else. Suddenly, the room shook as another violent explosion echoed from the lab, and he was momentarily knocked off his feet.
"What in the...no! Get off of me, you vulgar creature!"
Bulma's mom had siezed her chance and come out on top. And, judging from the bungee cords in her hands, on top of things, as well.
"Oh gods! Help me!"
Dr. Briefs pulled himself out of the rubble, hearing a strangled cry echo down from somewhere below him. Shrugging it off, he got back to his work. That was nothing new around here!
Bulma sat for a moment, deep in thought and repose, one hand splayed across her ample belly as she used a toothpick with the other. She'd visited here on a Dragon Ball hunt, long ago, and had been charmed by thier good prices, good food, and elegant atmosphere. All those many years ago, North City Sushi had sown the storm.
Now they had reaped the whirlwind.
The results of Bulma's hunger-fueled fury lay strewn all about, a large stack of dirty dishes, numerous wadded up napkins, and glass after refilled glass of tea. In the kitchen was lamentation and gnashing of teeth, and in the cash register many hundreds of thousands of hard-earned zenni!
Bulma pondered for a moment, recalling that Veggie Manor tended to look much like this after Son Goku got done eating. But oh well! To carry the child of a Saiyan, it seems you had to eat like one! Her son was a hungry little fellow.
She knew it would be a boy- she could feel it, somehow. She knew also that she had to do what she could to keep him from developing Vegeta's jerky Saiyan traits. She'd done well weeding them out of him, so far- but denying her food! The nerve of it!
"Hey, waiter," she called out "you got any more of these beef wrap things?"
The waiter was trembling visibly, not knowing how to handle this situation. Minimum wage wasn't worth this!
"Maam, we're out of that now..."
He shrunk a little more, seeing her eyes darken.
"...actually, we're out of everything now!"
"LIES!"
An hour later, after much pedestrian dodging of flying furniture and dishes carelessly tossed out the windows, Bulma emerged, having found some mass-produced snack cakes in the waiter's pocket. She was content for the moment, but a bit sleepy. Yawning hugely, she wandered off to find a hotel. She didn't notice the small group of figures following her.
"Now Vegeta, don't make this difficult! If you'd relax, you'd enjoy it more!"
Vegeta struggled and writhed fiercely, frustrating the sex-starved woman's attempts at removing his clothes. This was practically rape! It was molestation! The sheer gall of it! He should have left when he could, used some super speed, but these human women had a way of messing with your brain!
His mind raced, even as his shirt was being unbuttoned. Something to get rid of the cords, that was the only problem, something sharp. Treat this like a battle. Think!
Mrs. Briefs ran her nails down his now bare chest, noticing the shudder run through him.
"You're so strong and manly...and you do like it after all! I knew it!"
Vegeta begged to differ and held the bile in his stomach. Liked it, indeed! Sharp, sharp...suddenly he remembered back to his first trip to Earth.
That had been a wild fight. It was fabulously boring, for the most part, except for watching Nappa struggle with such weaklings. One of those weaklings had been on Namek with him- Kuririn, was it?- and had used an energy disc technique that sawed through Freeza's tail like it was nothing. If he could do that himself...
Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated, and Mrs. Briefs took that as her cue that he had given in, and began reaching for his pants. She never expected what came next.
"KI-EN-ZAN!"
A small disc of energy appeared in Vegeta's hand, slicing easily through the bungee. In a flash, he severed the rest of his bonds, and then stood, barechested and disheveled, glaring angrily down at Bulma's mom.
"Now, Vegeta...calm down...don't hurt me!"
"Oh, I won't hurt you. I see where Bulma gets it from now. I have to take it from her, but not from you! Come here, woman!"
There was much shrieking and screaming, but Dr. Briefs took no notice, and was not surprised when Vegeta came down, half dressed, five minutes later.
"Hey, old man, go see your wife. She's waiting for you!"
Vegeta, radar in hand, zoomed off, leaving the doctor to go upstairs and check on his wife. After a moment's shock, he began to laugh uncontrollably.
Bulma's mom was trussed up nicely with her own bungee cords, an apple in her mouth, fit to be glazed and roasted.
Vegeta laughed wildly to himself, his eyes holding a mad light.
"You act like a pig, you get treated like a pig! Now! To the west, and a Dragon Ball! Just you hold on, Bulma!
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Not bad, but not good, either. Serviceable. Anyhoo, review and see you soon! Thank you so much for all the support.
By Goatboy Damient
Author's Note: I'm back! With life calm, and my own place, and my little self on the way to college, it's time to write! Onward! And seriously, is everyone in Bulma's family a freak? She's a fickle, perverted, scheming woman, even if she tries acting prudish. And her parents are sex-beasts, themselves. They both asked Bulma for a lover off the Dragon Balls, for Kami-sama's sake! And her mom asked Son Goku to a pastry shop! Craziness!
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Chapter 6: MILF: Mom I'd Love to Flee
Vegeta backed away from the bed, even as his hand was so close to grabbing the radar. He knew better than to get to close to Bulma's mom...she was a quick one, for an old human woman.
"Mrs. Briefs, I'm just here for the radar. Let me grab it and I'll go....please? Maybe?"
Mrs. Briefs was wearing her usual ditzy grin, but the signs here were obvious. Black lace undergarments, nipples poking out slightly- if he didn't escape soon, he was in trouble, and he knew it.
"Now, Vegeta dear, you can spend just a little time with an old woman, can't you? I've not had a chance to get to know you very well, and I simply must get to know the man my daughter would choose to settle down with..."
Vegeta tried to think of a way out as Mrs. Briefs rambled on in that annoyingly chirpy voice of hers about Bulma and that fool Yamcha and god knows who else. Suddenly, the room shook as another violent explosion echoed from the lab, and he was momentarily knocked off his feet.
"What in the...no! Get off of me, you vulgar creature!"
Bulma's mom had siezed her chance and come out on top. And, judging from the bungee cords in her hands, on top of things, as well.
"Oh gods! Help me!"
Dr. Briefs pulled himself out of the rubble, hearing a strangled cry echo down from somewhere below him. Shrugging it off, he got back to his work. That was nothing new around here!
Bulma sat for a moment, deep in thought and repose, one hand splayed across her ample belly as she used a toothpick with the other. She'd visited here on a Dragon Ball hunt, long ago, and had been charmed by thier good prices, good food, and elegant atmosphere. All those many years ago, North City Sushi had sown the storm.
Now they had reaped the whirlwind.
The results of Bulma's hunger-fueled fury lay strewn all about, a large stack of dirty dishes, numerous wadded up napkins, and glass after refilled glass of tea. In the kitchen was lamentation and gnashing of teeth, and in the cash register many hundreds of thousands of hard-earned zenni!
Bulma pondered for a moment, recalling that Veggie Manor tended to look much like this after Son Goku got done eating. But oh well! To carry the child of a Saiyan, it seems you had to eat like one! Her son was a hungry little fellow.
She knew it would be a boy- she could feel it, somehow. She knew also that she had to do what she could to keep him from developing Vegeta's jerky Saiyan traits. She'd done well weeding them out of him, so far- but denying her food! The nerve of it!
"Hey, waiter," she called out "you got any more of these beef wrap things?"
The waiter was trembling visibly, not knowing how to handle this situation. Minimum wage wasn't worth this!
"Maam, we're out of that now..."
He shrunk a little more, seeing her eyes darken.
"...actually, we're out of everything now!"
"LIES!"
An hour later, after much pedestrian dodging of flying furniture and dishes carelessly tossed out the windows, Bulma emerged, having found some mass-produced snack cakes in the waiter's pocket. She was content for the moment, but a bit sleepy. Yawning hugely, she wandered off to find a hotel. She didn't notice the small group of figures following her.
"Now Vegeta, don't make this difficult! If you'd relax, you'd enjoy it more!"
Vegeta struggled and writhed fiercely, frustrating the sex-starved woman's attempts at removing his clothes. This was practically rape! It was molestation! The sheer gall of it! He should have left when he could, used some super speed, but these human women had a way of messing with your brain!
His mind raced, even as his shirt was being unbuttoned. Something to get rid of the cords, that was the only problem, something sharp. Treat this like a battle. Think!
Mrs. Briefs ran her nails down his now bare chest, noticing the shudder run through him.
"You're so strong and manly...and you do like it after all! I knew it!"
Vegeta begged to differ and held the bile in his stomach. Liked it, indeed! Sharp, sharp...suddenly he remembered back to his first trip to Earth.
That had been a wild fight. It was fabulously boring, for the most part, except for watching Nappa struggle with such weaklings. One of those weaklings had been on Namek with him- Kuririn, was it?- and had used an energy disc technique that sawed through Freeza's tail like it was nothing. If he could do that himself...
Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated, and Mrs. Briefs took that as her cue that he had given in, and began reaching for his pants. She never expected what came next.
"KI-EN-ZAN!"
A small disc of energy appeared in Vegeta's hand, slicing easily through the bungee. In a flash, he severed the rest of his bonds, and then stood, barechested and disheveled, glaring angrily down at Bulma's mom.
"Now, Vegeta...calm down...don't hurt me!"
"Oh, I won't hurt you. I see where Bulma gets it from now. I have to take it from her, but not from you! Come here, woman!"
There was much shrieking and screaming, but Dr. Briefs took no notice, and was not surprised when Vegeta came down, half dressed, five minutes later.
"Hey, old man, go see your wife. She's waiting for you!"
Vegeta, radar in hand, zoomed off, leaving the doctor to go upstairs and check on his wife. After a moment's shock, he began to laugh uncontrollably.
Bulma's mom was trussed up nicely with her own bungee cords, an apple in her mouth, fit to be glazed and roasted.
Vegeta laughed wildly to himself, his eyes holding a mad light.
"You act like a pig, you get treated like a pig! Now! To the west, and a Dragon Ball! Just you hold on, Bulma!
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Not bad, but not good, either. Serviceable. Anyhoo, review and see you soon! Thank you so much for all the support.