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RIP Akira Toriyama (1955 - 2024)
You were an absolute legend and you bestowed upon the world one of Earth's greatest heroes. A private dude who crafted colorful worlds with even more memorable characters. Now just make sure you don't fall off Snake Way!
Another one written for the @vegebulocracy D&D event. It's late because I wanted to write some post Buu angst, but I couldn't get it right. So have this instead.
Can also be read here on AO3. Rated T.
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When Krillin and Gohan suggest that they sneak away from Vegeta to use Dragon Balls with Dende, Bulma volunteers immediately. None of them stand a chance against the powerful Saiyan, but Bulma knows how to distract someone. Frankly, she's also relieved to finally be able to bring something useful to the team.
“Are you sure it's a good idea, Bulma?” Gohan whispers, aware of how good a Saiyan's hearing is. “If he finds out, he'll kill you.”
“You and Krillin have been in peril since we got here and could have died a hundred times over,” she is in a reassuring voice to soothe the child. He is too young to have to deal with all of this, but he does so bravely. “This is something I can do, you trust me. I'm not afraid to put my life on the line for the greater good.”
The last part is a lie, but her plan to distract Vegeta is so good that she can keep her fear down. She just has to get the others out of the way.
“Let's not argue with Bulma about this. The faster we can get far enough away to make these wishes, the sooner we can go home. Come on, Gohan.” Krillin gestures for the boy to follow him as he takes off and Gohan obediently follows with a small wave and a concerned look at Bulma.
Bulma doesn't waste any time. She checks her reflection, fluffing her hair a bit and unzipping more of her dress vest. Her makeup is long gone and she left the items she had on their ship, so she'll have to do without. She's still looking gorgeous, despite the past few days.
She goes in search of Vegeta who's likely still in the room with the regeneration tank where Goku is healing. The ship is filled with fascinating tech and it takes all Bulma’s willpower not to investigate. Maybe if she's lucky, they can steal the ship after this is all over.
Right now Bulma is on a mission to distract Vegeta and she knows exactly how. While she had rooted for Zarbon when Vegeta had started to fight him, she had not been blind to the Saiyan's good looks; she'd noticed it as soon as she saw him on TV on Earth. It had been before Yamcha and the others died, a sobering event that caused her to hate Vegeta with a fiery passion.
But… after seeing him fight on their side against a greater threat - including that Zarbon who turned out to be a green lizard being - she is warming up to him.
On Earth, Vegeta was the Big Bad, but here he's just a bad man trying to stop an even worse person who apparently rules the universe with a sadistic iron fist.
And truthfully, Bulma has a thing for handsome bad men.
She finds him, as expected, in the room where Goku is floating in a healing tank. He's sitting against the tank, arms crossed with a grim, contemplating expression on his face. While he hasn't acknowledged her presence, she knows he's felt her enter. He sits up a little straighter, stretches his legs to make them seem longer, even puffs up his chest. It doesn't escape her notice.
It's obvious the few times that they're been anywhere near each other that his eyes have roamed her body. She's beautiful and attractive and he has noticed. That's all she needs to know.
“Why are you here?” he mumbles as she walks towards him, her hips starting to sway a little more than usual.
“Call it an attack of opportunity,” she replies casually with a smile, unafraid of the menacing tone in his voice. He lifts his head and stares at her. While his gaze is hard, he can't hide the unmistakable want she sees in his eyes. He licks his dry lips, then jumps to his feet when she gets within a few meters of him.
“Someone as weak as you can’t even get close enough to attack me,” he snarls. If he'd still had a tail, she bets it would puff and the fur stand on end. The image of it in her mind amuses her and she laughs light-heartedly.
In the blink of an eye, he has her pushed against a wall, a gloved hand loosely gripping the base of her throat. He tightens it slightly and narrows his eyes. “Do you doubt me, woman?”
The move is startling and intimidating, but that only excites her more. She meets his gaze unabashedly, then purrs at him, “Please… a little harder.” Her hands travel up his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles, before sliding down his chest. He's so hard everywhere - absolutely everywhere, she confirms as she presses herself up against him.
He looks confused, but glaringly aroused. Even if she couldn't feel the evidence of it, there's no denying that he wants her. “I'm evil,” he says as though he's trying to deter her from what she's obviously offering, “I won't hesitate to kill you when I've achieved immortality.” His words should deter her, but it has the opposite effect. One really should think she has daddy issues considering her attraction to bad boys, yet her therapist couldn't pinpoint any; maybe she needs a new therapist when she gets home.
She hums and leans in to his ear, her voice breathy as she whispers, “You're just a big, bad, evil guy, aren't you?” Her tongue flickers over the shell of his ear, making him gasp. She pulls back, briefly looking up at his head; she has half a dozen centimeters on him. “Well, maybe not big.”
The subtle insult doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, he becomes surprisingly confident, a smirk growing as he finally wraps an arm and pulls her flush against him. “I'm big where it matters,” he says self-assured, his deep baritone voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.
She takes it as an invitation and crushes her mouth to his. He makes an ‘oomph’ sound followed by a groan that thrills her, pressing her into the wall with his body. Her arms wrap around his neck, her bouncy chest pushing against his own muscular one.
When he licks the seams of her mouth, she eagerly submits and parts her lips to allow his tongue to roam her mouth. He clearly isn't experienced, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. She guides him with her own tongue and he lets her lead a little.
His gloved hands are keeping busy too, dragging down the zipper of her dress vest and snaking under her black long-sleeve to slide over her skin. He growls then and pulls his hands out. She tries to pull away from their kiss to encourage him to continue what he was doing, but he's not letting her; he even bites her bottom lip which only fuels her.
A moment later, his hands are back, now bare, and - oh! - they're so soft. She moans as they slides almost worshipingly across her skin and up to cup her breasts. She lets her fingers glide into his hair, raking through it and tugging, another groan rumbling in his throat.
And then he's gone, out of there before she can stop him, leaving her there incredibly horny and annoyed.
Just as she decides that they need to find a room without the presence of the man she sees as her little brother, albeit unconscious, his head abruptly snaps away from her. They're both breathing heavily, but his attention is not on her to her immense frustration.
Another one written for the @vegebulocracy D&D event. It's late because I wanted to write some post Buu angst, but I couldn't get it right. So have this instead.
Can also be read here on AO3. Rated T.
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When Krillin and Gohan suggest that they sneak away from Vegeta to use Dragon Balls with Dende, Bulma volunteers immediately. None of them stand a chance against the powerful Saiyan, but Bulma knows how to distract someone. Frankly, she's also relieved to finally be able to bring something useful to the team.
“Are you sure it's a good idea, Bulma?” Gohan whispers, aware of how good a Saiyan's hearing is. “If he finds out, he'll kill you.”
“You and Krillin have been in peril since we got here and could have died a hundred times over,” she is in a reassuring voice to soothe the child. He is too young to have to deal with all of this, but he does so bravely. “This is something I can do, you trust me. I'm not afraid to put my life on the line for the greater good.”
The last part is a lie, but her plan to distract Vegeta is so good that she can keep her fear down. She just has to get the others out of the way.
“Let's not argue with Bulma about this. The faster we can get far enough away to make these wishes, the sooner we can go home. Come on, Gohan.” Krillin gestures for the boy to follow him as he takes off and Gohan obediently follows with a small wave and a concerned look at Bulma.
Bulma doesn't waste any time. She checks her reflection, fluffing her hair a bit and unzipping more of her dress vest. Her makeup is long gone and she left the items she had on their ship, so she'll have to do without. She's still looking gorgeous, despite the past few days.
She goes in search of Vegeta who's likely still in the room with the regeneration tank where Goku is healing. The ship is filled with fascinating tech and it takes all Bulma’s willpower not to investigate. Maybe if she's lucky, they can steal the ship after this is all over.
Right now Bulma is on a mission to distract Vegeta and she knows exactly how. While she had rooted for Zarbon when Vegeta had started to fight him, she had not been blind to the Saiyan's good looks; she'd noticed it as soon as she saw him on TV on Earth. It had been before Yamcha and the others died, a sobering event that caused her to hate Vegeta with a fiery passion.
But… after seeing him fight on their side against a greater threat - including that Zarbon who turned out to be a green lizard being - she is warming up to him.
On Earth, Vegeta was the Big Bad, but here he's just a bad man trying to stop an even worse person who apparently rules the universe with a sadistic iron fist.
And truthfully, Bulma has a thing for handsome bad men.
She finds him, as expected, in the room where Goku is floating in a healing tank. He's sitting against the tank, arms crossed with a grim, contemplating expression on his face. While he hasn't acknowledged her presence, she knows he's felt her enter. He sits up a little straighter, stretches his legs to make them seem longer, even puffs up his chest. It doesn't escape her notice.
It's obvious the few times that they're been anywhere near each other that his eyes have roamed her body. She's beautiful and attractive and he has noticed. That's all she needs to know.
“Why are you here?” he mumbles as she walks towards him, her hips starting to sway a little more than usual.
“Call it an attack of opportunity,” she replies casually with a smile, unafraid of the menacing tone in his voice. He lifts his head and stares at her. While his gaze is hard, he can't hide the unmistakable want she sees in his eyes. He licks his dry lips, then jumps to his feet when she gets within a few meters of him.
“Someone as weak as you can’t even get close enough to attack me,” he snarls. If he'd still had a tail, she bets it would puff and the fur stand on end. The image of it in her mind amuses her and she laughs light-heartedly.
In the blink of an eye, he has her pushed against a wall, a gloved hand loosely gripping the base of her throat. He tightens it slightly and narrows his eyes. “Do you doubt me, woman?”
The move is startling and intimidating, but that only excites her more. She meets his gaze unabashedly, then purrs at him, “Please… a little harder.” Her hands travel up his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles, before sliding down his chest. He's so hard everywhere - absolutely everywhere, she confirms as she presses herself up against him.
He looks confused, but glaringly aroused. Even if she couldn't feel the evidence of it, there's no denying that he wants her. “I'm evil,” he says as though he's trying to deter her from what she's obviously offering, “I won't hesitate to kill you when I've achieved immortality.” His words should deter her, but it has the opposite effect. One really should think she has daddy issues considering her attraction to bad boys, yet her therapist couldn't pinpoint any; maybe she needs a new therapist when she gets home.
She hums and leans in to his ear, her voice breathy as she whispers, “You're just a big, bad, evil guy, aren't you?” Her tongue flickers over the shell of his ear, making him gasp. She pulls back, briefly looking up at his head; she has half a dozen centimeters on him. “Well, maybe not big.”
The subtle insult doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, he becomes surprisingly confident, a smirk growing as he finally wraps an arm and pulls her flush against him. “I'm big where it matters,” he says self-assured, his deep baritone voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.
She takes it as an invitation and crushes her mouth to his. He makes an ‘oomph’ sound followed by a groan that thrills her, pressing her into the wall with his body. Her arms wrap around his neck, her bouncy chest pushing against his own muscular one.
When he licks the seams of her mouth, she eagerly submits and parts her lips to allow his tongue to roam her mouth. He clearly isn't experienced, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. She guides him with her own tongue and he lets her lead a little.
His gloved hands are keeping busy too, dragging down the zipper of her dress vest and snaking under her black long-sleeve to slide over her skin. He growls then and pulls his hands out. She tries to pull away from their kiss to encourage him to continue what he was doing, but he's not letting her; he even bites her bottom lip which only fuels her.
A moment later, his hands are back, now bare, and - oh! - they're so soft. She moans as they slides almost worshipingly across her skin and up to cup her breasts. She lets her fingers glide into his hair, raking through it and tugging, another groan rumbling in his throat.
And then he's gone, out of there before she can stop him, leaving her there incredibly horny and annoyed.
Just as she decides that they need to find a room without the presence of the man she sees as her little brother, albeit unconscious, his head abruptly snaps away from her. They're both breathing heavily, but his attention is not on her to her immense frustration.
Another one written for the @vegebulocracy D&D event. It's late because I wanted to write some post Buu angst, but I couldn't get it right. So have this instead.
Can also be read here on AO3. Rated T.
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When Krillin and Gohan suggest that they sneak away from Vegeta to use Dragon Balls with Dende, Bulma volunteers immediately. None of them stand a chance against the powerful Saiyan, but Bulma knows how to distract someone. Frankly, she's also relieved to finally be able to bring something useful to the team.
“Are you sure it's a good idea, Bulma?” Gohan whispers, aware of how good a Saiyan's hearing is. “If he finds out, he'll kill you.”
“You and Krillin have been in peril since we got here and could have died a hundred times over,” she is in a reassuring voice to soothe the child. He is too young to have to deal with all of this, but he does so bravely. “This is something I can do, you trust me. I'm not afraid to put my life on the line for the greater good.”
The last part is a lie, but her plan to distract Vegeta is so good that she can keep her fear down. She just has to get the others out of the way.
“Let's not argue with Bulma about this. The faster we can get far enough away to make these wishes, the sooner we can go home. Come on, Gohan.” Krillin gestures for the boy to follow him as he takes off and Gohan obediently follows with a small wave and a concerned look at Bulma.
Bulma doesn't waste any time. She checks her reflection, fluffing her hair a bit and unzipping more of her dress vest. Her makeup is long gone and she left the items she had on their ship, so she'll have to do without. She's still looking gorgeous, despite the past few days.
She goes in search of Vegeta who's likely still in the room with the regeneration tank where Goku is healing. The ship is filled with fascinating tech and it takes all Bulma’s willpower not to investigate. Maybe if she's lucky, they can steal the ship after this is all over.
Right now Bulma is on a mission to distract Vegeta and she knows exactly how. While she had rooted for Zarbon when Vegeta had started to fight him, she had not been blind to the Saiyan's good looks; she'd noticed it as soon as she saw him on TV on Earth. It had been before Yamcha and the others died, a sobering event that caused her to hate Vegeta with a fiery passion.
But… after seeing him fight on their side against a greater threat - including that Zarbon who turned out to be a green lizard being - she is warming up to him.
On Earth, Vegeta was the Big Bad, but here he's just a bad man trying to stop an even worse person who apparently rules the universe with a sadistic iron fist.
And truthfully, Bulma has a thing for handsome bad men.
She finds him, as expected, in the room where Goku is floating in a healing tank. He's sitting against the tank, arms crossed with a grim, contemplating expression on his face. While he hasn't acknowledged her presence, she knows he's felt her enter. He sits up a little straighter, stretches his legs to make them seem longer, even puffs up his chest. It doesn't escape her notice.
It's obvious the few times that they're been anywhere near each other that his eyes have roamed her body. She's beautiful and attractive and he has noticed. That's all she needs to know.
“Why are you here?” he mumbles as she walks towards him, her hips starting to sway a little more than usual.
“Call it an attack of opportunity,” she replies casually with a smile, unafraid of the menacing tone in his voice. He lifts his head and stares at her. While his gaze is hard, he can't hide the unmistakable want she sees in his eyes. He licks his dry lips, then jumps to his feet when she gets within a few meters of him.
“Someone as weak as you can’t even get close enough to attack me,” he snarls. If he'd still had a tail, she bets it would puff and the fur stand on end. The image of it in her mind amuses her and she laughs light-heartedly.
In the blink of an eye, he has her pushed against a wall, a gloved hand loosely gripping the base of her throat. He tightens it slightly and narrows his eyes. “Do you doubt me, woman?”
The move is startling and intimidating, but that only excites her more. She meets his gaze unabashedly, then purrs at him, “Please… a little harder.” Her hands travel up his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles, before sliding down his chest. He's so hard everywhere - absolutely everywhere, she confirms as she presses herself up against him.
He looks confused, but glaringly aroused. Even if she couldn't feel the evidence of it, there's no denying that he wants her. “I'm evil,” he says as though he's trying to deter her from what she's obviously offering, “I won't hesitate to kill you when I've achieved immortality.” His words should deter her, but it has the opposite effect. One really should think she has daddy issues considering her attraction to bad boys, yet her therapist couldn't pinpoint any; maybe she needs a new therapist when she gets home.
She hums and leans in to his ear, her voice breathy as she whispers, “You're just a big, bad, evil guy, aren't you?” Her tongue flickers over the shell of his ear, making him gasp. She pulls back, briefly looking up at his head; she has half a dozen centimeters on him. “Well, maybe not big.”
The subtle insult doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, he becomes surprisingly confident, a smirk growing as he finally wraps an arm and pulls her flush against him. “I'm big where it matters,” he says self-assured, his deep baritone voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.
She takes it as an invitation and crushes her mouth to his. He makes an ‘oomph’ sound followed by a groan that thrills her, pressing her into the wall with his body. Her arms wrap around his neck, her bouncy chest pushing against his own muscular one.
When he licks the seams of her mouth, she eagerly submits and parts her lips to allow his tongue to roam her mouth. He clearly isn't experienced, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. She guides him with her own tongue and he lets her lead a little.
His gloved hands are keeping busy too, dragging down the zipper of her dress vest and snaking under her black long-sleeve to slide over her skin. He growls then and pulls his hands out. She tries to pull away from their kiss to encourage him to continue what he was doing, but he's not letting her; he even bites her bottom lip which only fuels her.
A moment later, his hands are back, now bare, and - oh! - they're so soft. She moans as they slides almost worshipingly across her skin and up to cup her breasts. She lets her fingers glide into his hair, raking through it and tugging, another groan rumbling in his throat.
And then he's gone, out of there before she can stop him, leaving her there incredibly horny and annoyed.
Just as she decides that they need to find a room without the presence of the man she sees as her little brother, albeit unconscious, his head abruptly snaps away from her. They're both breathing heavily, but his attention is not on her to her immense frustration.
I want to thank everyone who took the time to read Sneak Attack yesterday. The response was overwhelming and I loved it. So thank you.
Today's ficlet for the D&D event by @vegebulocracy is quite different. The prompts used for this ficlet are initiative and spellcasting (sort of), and the whole thing is pretty cracky.
It can also be found here on AO3.
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Panchy had tried to let them figure it out for themselves, she really had. She'd been called meddlesome in the past and was now proving to others that she wasn't. Her involvement in her daughters' lives was perfectly normal for that of a loving mother.
When she arranged a seemingly accidental meeting between Tights and a gorgeous young man which led to a long-lasting relationship, it had merely been in her oldest daughter's best interest. After all, it had worked so well the first time she'd done it until Tights had broken up with him. Who could blame Panchy for wanting to try it again?
It was also for Bulma’s beneficence that her mother talked to Yamcha about his relationship with Bulma going nowhere and urged him to propose, or the time she showed him baby pictures of Bulma to encourage that natural protective instinct in him and his hidden longing to have children.
But neither of her daughters were happy when they learned of these small incidents. Perhaps it even contributed a little to Tights’ decision to move out. And it might have made Bulma more opposed to marriage and children than she had already been.
Therefore, when Panchy saw the undeniable mutual attraction between Bulma and Vegeta, she did nothing to interfere. She would not meddle again. Not even when her youngest daughter broke up with Yamcha for good, leaving nothing to stop her from pursuing the handsome alien who walked around shirtless all hours of the day.
It didn't escape Panchy's notice that he and Bulma would make exceptionally beautiful grandchildren. If they got together, she would surely soon become a grandmother. A strong man like Vegeta had to be very virile. She might have switched out Bulma’s birth control and removed all condoms in the house to speed things along, just in case.
But other than that, she decided to let Bulma and Vegeta work things out for themselves. Panchy knew her daughter well enough; she couldn't resist a muscular bad boy for long. And there was no denying Vegeta’s interest in Bulma’s beautiful body the way his gaze followed her when she left a room.
Yet, no matter how thick the sexual tension was between them when they fought day in and day out, none of them actually took the initiative to do something to release the tension.
Bulma wasn't getting younger; nor was Panchy. If she wanted to have a lot of time with her grandchildren, she needed to have some soon. It was really quite selfish of her daughters to make her wait so long.
There really wasn't any harm in hurrying things along. It was inevitable, after all. And no one would know her involvement; she'd make sure of that.
The worst was having to wait nearly a whole year to gather the Dragon Balls. But finding and gathering them turned out to be easy. On the pretense of wanting to fix one of her older husband's many ailments, she convinced the sweet boy, Gohan, to find them for her. She swore him to secrecy, telling him that the dear Dr. Briefs didn't want to use the balls for such things and that no one but Gohan could be trusted to keep the secret.
The boy, so fond of the old scientist, eagerly took the dragon radar that Panchy had found in one of Bulma’s drawers and came back with all the magical balls. His eyes shimmered with pure joy when she rewarded him with her famous chocolate chip cookies.
Oh, she hoped her future grandchild would appreciate her cooking just as much. With Vegeta as the father, there would be a good chance of that.
She went to a spa resort near North City to perform the ritual. It wouldn't do if anyone saw the Dragon appear, so she rented a large gym hall with enough room for the giant entity. While she hadn't done it before, she had seen the ritual performed quite a few times and it didn't take long before the Great Dragon soared in the air in front of her and asked her to state her wish.
“I wish for Bulma and Vegeta to conceive a child, so I will finally have a grandchild,” she said with a gentle smile, then added as an afterthought, “one without a widow's peak. And taller than its parents too.”
The Dragon looked back and forth as though he wasn't sure about what she was asking him. Surely, this simple request was within his capabilities!
“Vegeta? Prince Vegeta?” The Dragon questioned incredulously. “Are you certain?”
“Of course I am,” her pearly whites twinkled as she beamed at him, “It's not too much trouble for a big, powerful being such as yourself, is it?”
It sounded like the Dragon mumbled something about it not being him that was in trouble, but he cleared his throat and said what she wanted to hear: “Your wish has been granted.”
The Dragon disappeared and the balls turned to stone. She hurried to the doors to the outside and opened them to allow the stones to scatter.
She then got the full spa treatment, making sure to look her best for her return. After all, she didn't want to wake any suspension by coming back without looking splendid.
But it didn't matter because no one was there when she returned to her home. Her darling hubby was tinkering in his lab as usual, having barely noticed that she'd been gone, that silly man. However, Bulma was nowhere to be found and the gravity thingy Vegeta spent all his time in was silent.
Then Panchy noticed the broken counter in the kitchen and the discarded clothes on the stairs leading to Bulma’s room. It told her all she needed to know.
As part of the D&D event hosted by @vegebulocracy, I have written a ficlet for the 1st day. The prompts were character sheet, sneak attack and dice. I chose the second.
It can also be read on AO3 here.
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Vegeta did not like sneak attacks.
It wasn't just that they reminded him of the times in his youth where the Ginyu Force and others from Frieza’s band of sadistic warriors would sneak up on him and attack him with no chance to defend himself. He'd taken to wearing a scouter at all times from an early age.
Nor was it because he'd been ambushed countless times on his purge missions where the attackers’ low ki had made him miss them coming up behind him. It had earned him many wounds, most of them scarring because they healed before he got to a regeneration pod. But he easily obliterated his assailants with ease every time, something that didn't make him worry too much about these occurrences.
It wasn't even the nightmares about his past that would plague him on the nights where she stayed up late to walk and he went to bed alone because he kept to his routine. Those bad dreams were horrific, but he knew they would come.
No, his true dislike for being snuck up on started with the woman; as did many of the things that ruffled him on a daily basis.
At first, she had managed to sneak up on him when he'd found residence at the Capsule Cooperation compound. Her ki was ridiculously low, comparable to that of her father’s house cat, and he was therefore often unprepared when she suddenly showed up out of nowhere. And he didn't like to be unprepared for her because she was so utterly disarming that he would begin to stammer and bluster if he wasn't ready for the insults - or worse: her innuendos and flirtation - she threw at him.
He'd quickly learned to keep tabs on her location at all time, but this had quickly turned into a disadvantage as well. Because his awareness of her only fueled his unwilling yearning for her presence and he began to seek her out rather than avoid her.
Eventually, it was his own feelings for her that snuck up on him. It hit him harder than a coward's knife to his back and had caused him to flee into space to escape her metaphorical grasp on his heart.
Of course, he'd come back. He would have, whether or not the Androids had appeared; no matter if Kakarot was there for him to defeat. He came back because he wanted to be near him, even though he resolved to self denial to block out this apparent weakness.
But the feelings had returned at full force when she approached him after their future son left - fearlessly as the day of his resurrection where she had invited him to live with her - and reassured him that he had a place to stay if he decided to stay.
This turn of events shocked him more than any of her previous actions. He'd ignored her and their son, left them after an explosion to let them fall to their death and nearly caused the destruction of their planet because of his egotistical nature.
She kept her distance after the Cell Games and Kakarot’s death, at least emotionally, and his own longing to return to their past affair was a surprise to him. He pursued her - she made him pursue her - and her constant rebuffs threw him off course.
Until he one day woke to find his shivering body wrapped in her arms after a nightmare. She'd once again snuck up on him, this time to embrace and comfort him as she molted herself to his back. And he relished it.
Her intentional sneak attacks had started thereafter. She would hug or kiss him when he was entirely unprepared, sometimes even instigating more if the mood struck her.
For his sake, she kept it hidden from view. He was still uneasy in his life on earth and - despite his marriage to her, both by Saiyan and human traditions - he could now see that he never fully allowed himself to give in to her love, no matter how much he reciprocated it.
However, after his betrayal of her trust and his second chance to win her love - third if he was honest with himself - he relaxed more in their relationship and the affection she gave him.
And that's when the sneak attacks slowly began to weave their way into the life they led outside of their little private bubble. It irked him and he reprimanded her every time, even though his tantrums had no effect on her.
But what he disliked the most about her sneak attacks was that he didn't hate them or despise them. He actually did like them as much as they flustered him with intense embarrassment. And he enjoyed it when she openly gave him small affectionate gestures, unafraid of anyone's opinion on it, including his.
He also heavily disliked the natural aversive reaction he had to them. First nstilled by his father and later Nappa, he knew now from the Saiyans he'd since met that it wasn't normal for them to live apart from others. In fact, they were social creatures who needed the support from their fellow warriors. But he - and Raditz - had been taught differently, likely to harden them as preparation for the horrors of living under Frieza’s thumb. He could've used their attachments against them, had they had any.
Vegeta wished he could return the gestures of love that Bulma gave him without hesitation. He wished he could show the intense feelings he had for his children. But he could not, not fully.
Luckily, they accepted him and embraced him for who he was: a broken prince with nothing but his pride and his quiet affection for the family - yes, even friends - he'd formed on earth.
He'd never stop being thrown off balance when Bulma snuck up on him and touched him softly or even kissed him. He might even shy away as an instinctual reaction. But he would still cherish every time.
And in private, he would make his own sneak attacks; pulling Trunks into a sudden hug or throw Bra playfully into the air.
But Bulma? He would throw her over his shoulder and head to their bedroom, showing exactly how much he loved her.
