#sarahw-world

[sarahw-writing]

“Booboos”

Summary:

Earth is a pretty peculiar planet, a bizarre land of unusual customs where silly earthlings will resort to the most ridiculous techniques in order to heal and comfort each other.

Sappy methods that a certain Saiyan Prince is only too happy to lean on whenever his intrepid little girl happens to get into trouble…

You can find it on AO3.

[ramenuzumaki]

I have been tagged by @ulqviorras. Thank you my precious friend ~ 😘

Post 1 favorite character from 10 fandoms, and then tag some people.

It was not hard for me to choose my fave ones per fandom, however, there are two exceptions on this list… I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! xD

• Leia Organa Skywalker from Star Wars

• The golden trio from Harry Potter

• Jacob Kowalski from Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

• Baudelaire orphans from A Series Of Unfortunate Events

• The Joker from The Dark Knight

• Mirai Trunks from DBZ

• Naruto Uzumaki from Naruto

• Victor Nikiforov from Yuri!!! On Ice

• L Lawliet from Death Note

• Kagura from Gintama

I’ll tag: @abby-db, @rinnegays, @mysticmeww, @haikyuubi, @57fandom59, @kaoriva, @sarahw-world. Feel free to do this and anyone who wants it too.〜(^∇^〜）

[capsulexqueen]

My Tumblr Crushes:

indomitablepride

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galacticpridefulprincevegeta

vitiicsus

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[jadefyre]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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chanderclear

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arnber

ralfmaximus

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[sarahw-writing]

“Ride Or Die” 02 Lace & Leather

Well guys, I'm back!

As I post this, I realize it's been two months since I published anything, and I'm truly sorry about such a long hiatus, but these past weeks have been pretty hectic for a lot of personal reasons.

My long-time boyfriend proposed a few months ago, and the last couple of months have been filled with crazy paperwork, bureaucracy, etc., so my mind has been all over the place, and it's taken a huge toll on my writing. But now that my lovely boyfriend has officially become my lovely hubby, things will hopefully calm down a bit, and I'll be a little more productive in the future.

When I finished "Yellow Roses", I literally wrote nothing for almost a week; I guess I had a bit of a hangover from editing such a big finale, and I also wanted to take my time when it came to choosing my next project. I have far too many ideas for fics but, sadly, not enough time and energy to write them all at once, and since I don't want to have a million unfinished stories, I'm trying to be selective about my writing choices.

This story has been the one "haunting" me the most, I guess, so I finally settled on this crazy little AU as my new fic. I'll also be working on "A Dark Heart" as soon as I can, and I know that some people have been asking me about it for a while, but I found it extremely hard to jump straight into that story when I had just finished such an intense/angsty fic, and I needed to write something else for a bit, so I hope you guys will understand.

Anyway, here's my new story, as always, I'm a little nervous, because I'm stepping out of my comfort zone with this one, but I actually had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Summary:

Bulma shares some of her forbidden secrets with a certain Saiyan Prince...

You can read it on AO3.

Or you can keep reading under the break: 

He used to call me DN That stood for Deadly Nightshade ‘Cause I was filled with Poison But blessed with Beauty and Rage

[Lana Del Rey; “Ultraviolence”]

  It was well into the dead of night when the unlikely couple reached their mysterious journey’s end, after having endured a fairly bumpy ride, much longer than the one the Prince had originally anticipated. In all truth, it wasn’t as if the treacherous vixen, driving that fancy vehicle of hers at an almost homicidal speed, had given Vegeta much data to work with, but he sure as Hell hadn’t expected her to live in the barren dumpster she’d ended up leading him to.

By the time the warrior’s wobbly feet were finally given a chance to touch solid ground, the arid soil beneath him was just as dusty as the dry sand clogging his nose and parched lips, after having borne the brunt of such an endless trip, barely surviving the miserable torture of sitting right behind that flawless body, without even a spare helmet to protect his tired senses from the wild elements of the dark hours.

In the end, the remote corner of the world which appeared to be Bulma Briefs’ ‘home’ was nothing but a tumble-down residential complex, located in the far-off suburbs of the vast, overcrowded city of white smoke and neon lights where she habitually conducted her business, and not very different from the kind of corrupt motels and casinos where he, more often than not, conducted his own.

The place was pure decadence, a handful of old, low-rise buildings, the majority of them visibly uninhabited these days, constructed around a large, U-shaped parking lot that had clearly seen better days, with only four or five crummy vehicles parked in it, including the woman’s brand-spanking-new motorcycle, its powerful engines briefly disrupting the faint murmurs of television sounds, and the distant, screechy cries of a newborn child, filling the suffocating air surrounding them both.

Bulma’s luxurious two-wheeler stood out like a sore thumb, almost as much as the slender, leather-clad figure walking towards her chosen house with slow, confident steps, unlocking the tattered door with the help of a regular latchkey, and patiently leaning against the wooden doorframe, her shiny helmet hanging from a sloppy hand, and a lopsided smirk spreading lazily across those catty lips, openly challenging him, yet again, to set foot into the illicit territory that would surely chew him up and spit him out the moment he stepped out of line.

“Well, Your Highness…” She dared in a malicious purr, an impudent hand finding her hip as she ingenuously tipped her head to the side, that glossy curtain of turquoise hair hiding one of the eyes so shamelessly reveling in the terror that her misleadingly innocent proposal seemed to awaken in a man far stronger than her. “Are you going to grace my humble dump with your presence, or are you waiting for me to roll out the red carpet?”

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[sarahw-writing]

2018:  My Year of Vegebul Fanfiction

I wasn’t really going to do this, basically because I’m quite shy about self-promoting my work too much, but a friend asked and encouraged me privately to make a list of my writing for last year, so I thought I’d give it a shot, in case some of you are interested.

In 2018, I wrote 165,482 words of Vegebul fanfiction. Most of that work was dedicated to my AU story “Yellow Roses”, which started as a really small, simple concept, and which became a truly complex, much more ambitious story for me. But I also took the time to write a few little one-shots here and there, so here they are (if you click on the title, you’ll be led to the AO3 link):

 “Yellow Roses”: An angsty/romantic/naughty multichapter story set in Space. (First chapter published in October 2017, but mostly written throughout 2018.)

“Just This Morning”: An experimental Majin Vegeta piece, depicting the last emotions experienced by Vegeta before his sacrifice, during the Buu Saga.

“Ride Or Die”: First chapter of an AU Cyberpunk story, with a very special kind of Bulma, that I’ll keep working on very soon.

“Papa!”: A fluffy one-shot portraying Vegeta’s reaction to Trunks’ first word.

“Mama”: A fluffy prompt exploring the birth of a third Briefs child who looks just like Vegeta, and how little Bra would react to him.

“Strawberry Syrup”: A little story about Bulma taking care of her two favorite boys being sick.

“Saiyan Love”: A romantic, slightly angsty story, where I wondered how Vegeta would tell Bulma that he loved her if there were no Saiyan word for love.

“Let It Snow”: A multichapter Vegebul Christmas story! With a bit of fluff, a bit of angst and, very soon, some wintery naughty times.

Well, there it is! I guess I worked pretty hard last year?

I’d like to take a moment to thank those of you who’ve supported my writing all this time. Last December marked two years since I officially began to write for this fandom and, overall, it’s been a wonderful experience.

I’d also like to thank those who voted for “Yellow Roses” and “Mama” to win first place. It was definitely the sweetest moment for me. To be honest, I was seriously close to leaving the fandom towards the end of 2017, having lost my motivation quite a bit for a lot of personal reasons, but then I published the first chapter of “Yellow Roses”, and the response was so lovely that it encouraged me to keep writing, so thank you so much for this, it means a lot.

I want to wish you all an AMAZING New Year!

Personally, 2018 was quite bumpy and negative for me in certain aspects, but things have recently been picking up quite a lot. My boyfriend’s health issues have been much better lately, and his younger brother has recently been cleared from a very serious disease he’d been battling for more than a year, something that had taken a huge toll on my boyfriend’s mental and physical health for a while.

I’ve been reconnecting with some real-life friends that I hadn’t seen for a while, basically due to me isolating myself a lot during a pretty hard bout of depression for the past couple of years. And I’ve also learnt at Christmas that two of my best friends will be coming back to live in my city very soon, after having spent a few years studying and working abroad, so I’m definitely looking forward to a more positive year this time around, surrounded by real friends, and an honest support system, and I truly wish the same for all of you guys.

About my future writing, I finished the new chapter of “Let It Snow” today, it’s called “Fire”, and I’ll publish it in two or three days, as soon as I finish editing it. The final chapter of “Yellow Roses” is already in the works. After that, “A Dark Heart” and “Ride or Die” will become my new priorities, so stay tuned!

Thanks so much for being such a wonderful fandom!

 Love,

Sarah W.

[sarahw-writing]

“All Of Me”

Well, here's a little something for you guys!

My final chapter of "Yellow Roses" is getting much longer and emotional than I had anticipated, so I decided to take a little break from it and write something a bit naughtier than usual. I won't lie, there isn't much of a plot going on in this one, but my serious Vegebul addiction means that, quite often, a hot song will give me inspiration for one of my stories, so I just couldn't help myself!

I hope you enjoy this one...

Summary:

In the days following his triumphant return from the "Tournament of Power", Vegeta eagerly accepts his wife's mysterious invitation to join her for an adventurous night in the City, a secret night of mindless pleasure with just one very wicked end in sight.  

An extremely raunchy one-shot heavily inspired by the song "Partition", by Beyoncé Knowles.

This is a very naughty prompt, so you can read the uncensored version on AO3.

Or you can keep reading under the break:

Take all of me

I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like

The kinda girl you like

Is right here with me

[Beyoncé; ‘Partition’]

 He stands furtively in the dark hallway, ready to go in a pair of black jeans and an equally black shirt, smooth silk enveloping his every muscle as he hungrily feasts on the erotic spectacle unfolding before his ravenous eyes.

There she is, his wife, leaning shamelessly on the marbled counter of their luxurious bathroom while admiring her own sublime beauty in front of the grand mirror, door wide open, putting on a show just for him, knowing how to push his every button, how to make him weak with desire with nothing but the swing of a hip or a lascivious look shot through her own reflection.

Vegeta doesn’t even know anymore just how many years they’ve spent together, all he knows is that he can’t recall a life where she wasn’t in it, a word he hasn’t heard spilled from her lips, or a curve of that glorious body that hasn’t been tainted by his filthy touch.

And yet, though it’s been so long ever since his Bulma made herself a home underneath the coldness of his skin, she still moves and inspires him like the very first time, pulling at the frozen strings of his once hardened heart with a unique savviness that only she possesses.

He should have grown used to this by now, to her impish games and innate playfulness, he should be strong enough to at least try to resist her wicked charms, that magical something that’s kept his soul soundly chained to hers through it all. But the more he takes, the more he needs, and tonight, as he walks leisurely in her direction, with the lazy steps of a large predator, he knows what he always knew, that he belongs to this woman just as much as she belongs to him, and there’s no escape, for they can each read the other’s intricate mind as if it were their own.

His body chases after his chosen prey, offering one last move of stubborn resistance when he forces himself to stop a mere few steps behind her, resting coolly on the doorframe, deprived arms crossed tensely in front of his chest, ravishing every inch of naked skin while his woman finishes her feminine ritual, dolling herself up before she’ll steal him for herself, having promised him one of those unforgettable nights that she treats him with, every now and then.  

Onyx pupils dilate as they follow the sinuous path traced by her expensive lip brush, red wine rouge spreading all over her parted mouth with the precision of a supreme artist.

He’s never cared much for such frivolous ornaments, relishing her beauty instead in each and every conceivable way, from her makeup free mornings of tousled hair and sneaky cuddles in their lavish bed, to the proud exhaustion beaming in her face after one of her long nights of punishing work, when he drags her by force away from her laboratory, with her small hands covered in thick grease as she barely subsists on watery black coffee.  

But, on a night like this, he can’t help but admire her from afar, awed by her womanly gift to embellish herself with such meticulous skill. At times, she makes him wonder if she truly is the Goddess of Beauty in flesh, and he takes great pleasure in likening her luxurious maquillage to the war paint of a wild Amazon, a dangerous warrior anticipating her next kill, using her flawless body, the most lethal weapon of them all, as bait for the poor, defenseless man who’ll ever dare to cross her way.

She presses her lips together, pursing them for the briefest moment as she admires the work of art looking right back at her, a faint hum vibrating in her throat, following the sounds of soft jazz drifting in the air, the sensual melody merging to perfection with the way her upper lip curls with smug cheekiness, the sensual grin of a woman who knows herself to be, not only watched, but worshiped senselessly.        

“Ready?” Bulma purrs sinfully, her question brimming with a million promises, and a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes lingering openly on him, gleaming with seductive approval as she examines him from head to toe through the image in the misty glass.    

His woman is looking good and she knows it, so damn good he can’t think of any other trickery that she might conceive to improve herself even further. Still, even if everything in her is screaming her eagerness to get the night going, she chooses to rebel just a little longer, standing insolently in front of the golden mirror, open hands splayed on the polished stone as she keeps leaning invitingly, the bridge of one heeled foot gliding naughtily across her naked leg, putting herself on display for his starved eyes only.

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I regret nothing.

Happy (very late and naughty) Valentine's Day!

And thank you for reading, as always!

[sarahw-writing]

“Yellow Roses” - 11 Hair Pulling

Well guys, here's the final chapter of the story!

I'd just like to take a moment to THANK those of you who've been supporting this fic all the way. To be honest, I was genuinely surprised by the positive response to my little story, and the fact that some of you seem to have really been enjoying it has been what's kept me going all this time, inspiring me to keep writing, even at times when real life, and other personal issues, have deeply affected my energy levels and overall motivation.

Anyway, I hope that you will all enjoy the ending, that all of your little doubts and questions will finally be answered, and that I have somehow succeeded in bringing real closure to the story.

I hope you enjoy it!

The summary, and an excerpt of the chapter, are under the break (the summary contains spoiler-ish information for those who haven’t read Chapter 10 yet).

And, as always, you can find the full uncensored chapter on AO3!

Or you can read it censored on FF.

Summary:

Vegeta and Bulma embark on a night of special festivities, celebrating the heiress' greatest accomplishment so far, and encountering quite a few unexpected surprises along the way...

Who can control his Fate?

[William Shakespeare; ‘Othello’]

                                        ******************************************

  Bulma peeped discreetly at the large salons from behind the thick, heavy curtains that hid the wooden platform, where she’d delivered the best speech of her life mere hours ago, burgundy velvet held with one hand, while distractedly petting her still-invisible baby bump with the other, thoughtfully trying to figure out if the time had come for her to finally make her furtive exit, eager to join the grumpy Saiyan Prince who was surely awaiting her in her mother’s gardens by now.      

“Bulma?” A recognizably raspy voice muttered right behind her, a reassuring hand laying itself on her bare shoulder so as not to startle her.

“Hi Daddy!” She greeted him in a bright whisper, promptly turning around and throwing her arms around her father’s neck, smiling softly into the smooth fabric of his tuxedo as she took in the old, comforting scent of lavender cologne and black tobacco that she’d missed so much, back during those dark times in which he’d been so brutally taken away from her.

Dr. Briefs happily returned his daughter’s innocent embrace, rubbing and patting her back in the most tender manner, still basking in the afterglow of paternal pride swallowing him up after Bulma’s flawless performance.

On a night like this one, it was hard to believe that the fully-grown woman, clad in such a sophisticated red dress, was the same little girl who used to wreak havoc in his laboratory once upon a time, with adorably blue pigtails and a chaotic cluster of questions about science, far too advanced for a child her age. And yet, here she was, the extraordinary female who was, not only the most brilliant scientist on Earth, but the one who’d greatly contributed, with the help of her fiercely enigmatic husband, to the miraculous revival of their lovely home planet, and all of its fallen inhabitants.

“Is everything alright?” The older man kindly asked, sensing his daughter’s delicate emotions closer to the surface than usual tonight.

Her speech had been as impeccable as ever, both cleverly charming and witty, but his wise eyes hadn’t missed the way her voice had subtly shaken more than once, particularly when she’d openly thanked her husband for the ‘invaluable support’ that he’d always offered her, both in regard to her family life and unstoppable career. It’d been an unexpected gesture indeed, so unexpected that he’d even detected a rare glint sparkling in the impenetrable black eyes of the typically aloof young man.    

“Uh-huh…” Bulma mumbled childishly, holding onto him a little longer, just a little, trying to regain her composure before leaving the party.

Tonight was a night for celebration, and she refused to let Vegeta see her like this, loathing to spoil the special surprise she still had in store for her poor, neglected husband, especially when she knew just how useless he still felt whenever she was in an overly emotional mood.

“How did I do?” She questioned with modesty, breaking her father’s hug, but still keeping her gentle hands resting on his shoulders.

A knowing smile widened on the older scientist’s mouth as he held his daughter’s splendid face in his hands, deeply moved by how surprisingly humble, how starved for approval his youngest child still was, even when it’d become painfully evident that Bulma’s intelligence had, by far, surpassed his own a long, long time ago. The torch had already been passed to the new generation and, although in recent years most of his company’s new discoveries and technological developments had been his daughter’s brainchild, something told him that he’d never see a day when he’d ever lose her deepest respect and admiration.

“You were perfect,” he admitted in a fond whisper as he kissed her forehead through those feathery bangs, her luminous giggles reminiscent of how adorably proud she’d looked when she won her first Science Medal, at the precocious age of five.

“Thank you, Daddy…” She whispered back, letting go of him after one last bear hug and a loud smooch on the cheek. “So… You think I can leave now?” She asked mischievously, a cheeky thumb wiping her flashy rouge mark off her father’s face. “Or is there someone else I should talk to?”      

“Ummm… I don’t think so…” Dr. Briefs answered with benevolence. “I’ve already seen you talking to all the big sharks tonight, so I think you can make your escape now,” he smiled shrewdly at her, taking her hands in his and leaning to her ear, ready to let her know that he was well aware of why she was already plotting her getaway. “Besides… I believe there’s a young man waiting for you outside…”

Bulma’s ears flushed crimson at her father’s implications, still, she couldn’t help a tiny chuckle as she timidly looked at him. “There is?”

“Mm-hmm…” He hummed in confirmation. “He hasn’t even changed into his armor yet. He’s still wearing his suit.”

“That’s good!” She playfully snickered, realizing that her amused father was referring to the first time her Prince had ever attended one of Capsule Corp.’s lavish galas.

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