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Teen and Adult Bulma✨
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Vegebul angst:
It was that look of his that had her frowning. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. He looked like the lonesome prince he was. There was no trace of his usual arrogance and abrasive personality. It was just him. Stripped bare as rare, heartbreaking tears managed to stream down his cheeks.
That look of his had her wanting to pull him into her arms. She wanted to reassure him that not all was lost, that he still had her and their son, and that even their friends were still with them, but she was prideful as well. Many fights had come from their clashing personalities, but none so heartbreaking than the one they were in now. She had long ago decided to forgive him for his actions while possessed by the dead sorcerer, but she found it was easier said than done.
Try as she might, she was never able to understand why the possession happened. Her childhood friend had told her it was a lost battle, and then warned her that her husband was definitely a victim, but his actions under that 'M' on his forehead were far too familiar. It was him, back in his prime, back when they first met. The merciless conquerer that never hesitated to have it reason blood. The insatiable warrior with a thirst to prove his strength. The offended prince that had to put a stray "low rank warrior" in his place. Her husband had gone back to his days as a monster, and she found it hard to believe that there was not some part of him that was happy about it. Glad to have found his heritage again, which he had complained was erased due to his prolonged exposure to humans. To her.
She had changed him. She knew she had. The main reason she even dared to invite the genocidal prince to live in her home was due to her confidence in being able to change him, but she failed to keep in mind what that would do to him. She imagined that losing yourself, even to love, was terrifying when you were the sole survivor of your race.
Sure, he had a brother and hey childhood friend had been uncovered to be like her husband, but neither of them had grown up in the same conditions. She had no way of knowing what her husband's brother had gone through, but she knew her childhood friend, at least, had grown up like a human. Perhaps the other prince had grown up to be like the inhabitants of the planet he was sent to. Perhaps he was a kind man. A stark contrast to her husband.
Her thoughts stopped as she found herself caught. Her husband wide-eyed as he noticed that someone had witnessed his vulnerable side. It was strange to see him line a deer in headlights. Much more akin to those he used to hunt rather than the hunter get used to be. She wished to believe only she had that effect on him. Who else did he tolerate, after all? No one. Just her, and was that not just the damnedest thing? He was all alone again, because she found it hard to believe he was a victim.
The prince resumed his stride. Briskly moving past her. Careful not to touch. She found it ironic. She was the one who was angry, betrayed, and confused, but it was he who kept away. He never dared to approach her after he was freed from the sorcerer's control. Perhaps if he had not taken such drastic measures to kill the creature he helped free, perhaps then he might have had more courage to face her. To talk about what he experienced, but he had. He had gone as far as erasing his own existence in a brilliant light in order to right his mistakes, and he had failed. Brought back only because of a miracle secret only to them. Them and their friends, and now a few more enemies as well. A miracle she found herself habitually collecting after having to revive her first dead friends.
Her husband was a victim. The prideful, arrogant man that knew he belonged in a throne, now a helpless victim. It was such a fall from grace. She wondered if it was denial, then, that kept her from believing the truth. Her husband was a strong man, after all. Along with her childhood friend, the man had saved her home countless times. Had professed his adoration for her a million times more behind closed doors. A secret veneration he refused to share with anyone else. She was his, and he was hers, and he would be damned if he allowed anyone else into what they had.
So, it was painful to think of such a man as a victim. Her pillar, her protection, her love. She had dreamt of a prince of her own as a child, but she had never been prepared for what that entailed. She figured a prince would let her live a pampered life where she never had to lift a finger. Surrounded by luxuries and all the strawberries she could ever wish for, but she was wrong. Her price came with no throne, and his cape was red not because of expensive silk, but because of endless bloodshed, and he was always close to leaving her. She had to work hard to keep up with him. Invent new gadgets that would help them win the day, but in the end he still left her side. Was that it, then? Was she angry at herself for failing to protect him?
No, how could she expect to do so? She was only human. Not some warrior alien race genetically coded for war. Even so, she was a fighter. Not like he was, but she knew even hell would be unable to separate them if she so desired. They had survived so much together, after all, and she had put in quite the amount of effort to keep up.
She knew what she had to do next.
The bedroom door creaked as she poked her head in. Not surprised to find it empty. No matter. What she had planned required a bit of alone time. Though, she still glanced down out the window. Watching the empty space that once held the unstable training room her husband had repeatedly collapsed onto himself. She remembered how terrified she had been the first time. How her desperation to prove he was still with her led them down an irreversible path. How it had sparked their dependence on each other, and later on their love.
She sighed as she finished preparing herself to talk with him. His lack of communication skills was something she was already accustomed to thanks to her childhood friend. Still, it never hurt to take extra precautions with her husband since all their arguments escalated to shouting matches. She took in a breath of courage and made her way to the much more stable gravity room.
As expected, the door was locked. Indicating that her husband was inside with the gravity set to a critical level. She chewed on her lip again. Should she just leave him be? In a honesty, she had no idea how to deal with the situation. He had to hate her, right? She had ignored him for so long. Ignored the hurt and guilt that plagued him. Had the roles been reversed, she would have left him. That depressing thought was enough to move her hand and press the intercom.
"Vegeta."
There was silence. She waited for a few minutes, but no response came. Resigned, she turned to leave. Only for the door to unlock. It never opened, but that was just like him. She found herself smiling softly as she walked in.
Standing a few feet in front of the door was her husband. Usually he would either stand with his arms crossed over his chest, annoyed she was interrupting his training, or he was quick to shut the door behind her. Hungry lips claiming hers as he all but devoured her whole. Neither of those reactions greeted her this time. Instead, he stood before her breathing heavy. Body exhausted no doubt by the intense workout he had just been torturing himself with. He was punishing himself again.
Before she could do anything about it, a single sound fell from his lips: "Bulma."
Her name. It sounded so delicate and fragile on his trembling voice, and yet it sounded like it was the one thing that was keeping him together.
Like a reenactment of their beginning, Bulma found herself running over to catch her prince. Cradling his head on her lap as his body gave into the gravity she knew was far too weak to truly keep him down. The only difference now being the soft sobs she had never heard before.
It was heartbreaking to see her love like this. A sobbing mess that clung to her like a child. Repeating apologies like a mantra. He was careful not to hurt her, but his grip on her hand was unbreakable. He wanted her with him. Wanted to make sure she stayed.
Bulma gave her husband a saddened smile. "I'm here, Vegeta."
And she was. For the first time since he released hell on Earth, she was there with him. Brushing his hair with her hands as she consoled him. Listening to his pain and loving him all the same.
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⌕ dragon ball - bulma briefs.
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Bulma’s outfits
Just a WIP because I don’t have any new drawings 😮💨
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I love them 😫
#artists on tumblr#fan art#digital art#dbs#dbz vegeta#vegeta#prince vegeta#Dbz#dragon ball#dragon ball z#dragon ball super#Bulma#bulma x vegeta#Queen bulma#Anime
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🧬👑🧬
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Dessin Dragonball Kakumei Bulma et broly
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A gif I made from the USA intro of the original Dragonball. Dragonball Original 1995 English Theme [HD 720p] **RARE** - YouTube
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tfw u come to destroy the earth but get domesticated by the first gay woman you come across
#frieza isn't even genderbent btw that's just the queen he is#vegebul#dbz#dragon ball z#vegeta#bulma#my art
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One Year Ago Today
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Vegeta [talking about orange juice]: it's sour, and bitter, and the tangy isn't tangy enough!!!
Bulma [passing by]: you just described yourself, honey
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Unsung/Underappreciated Heroes of the Android Saga
These are the characters I feel don't get enough recognition in the narrative (or even fandom) for their actions in the android and cell saga.
Future Bulma
I think Trunks is praised more by other characters for piloting the time machine and saving the timeline than Future Bulma is for designing and building it. Especially considering the dire circumstances. I honestly don't remember Future Bulma being talked about much for her miraculous feat. I have been watching a ton of clips lately and my memory is still blank. Also, this woman is a great mom! She raised Trunks very well :)
Present Bulma
She made the remote that could have ended the cell saga before things got worse. However, Krillin literally stomped all over her hard work when he decided to simp for 18.
Piccolo
Goku may be the best fighter but Piccolo is the leader. He was the one who relayed the information about the androids to the others. He was the one leading the effort against Imperfect Cell. He was the one who fought the best out of the Z fighters against the Cell Jrs. Even better than Vegeta and Trunks. And rallied Tien and Yamcha to defend Goku. I don't think Piccolo is acknowledged enough for being the voice of reason on the team.
Tien Shinhan
Forget the epic tri beam against Semi-Perfect Cell. This man deserves some credit for going to help Piccolo even though he stood no chance against the androids. Good thing he was there otherwise 18 would have been Cell food way sooner. What a role model!
And now...the true MVP of the Cell games. The person who arguably helped Gohan more than Goku or Piccolo ever did in that battle...I present to you...
ANDROID SIXTEEN 👑
Android 16 deserved the world. He is the only one to jump in to help Gohan. Granted Piccolo and Goku were about to as well. But he did not have to have a dad quarrel first before he took action! And he helped Gohan to unleash his potential. Unlike Goku who just threw Gohan to the wolves and misunderstood the nature of his son's power, 16 was able to connect with Gohan calmly on an emotional level. He understood Gohan's gentle nature and urged him to use his power to protect people. A true MVP. Too bad Gohan likely destroyed his processor chip during his power-up :(. 16 you left us too soon...
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❝ Bulma has to be one of the most obnoxious women on this planet. ❞
#vegito // ✸ ic ✸#/ he woke up & wanted to say something \#/ reminder that my vegito doesnt like bulma much by default \#/ i have him like this because its IC & im sick of the fandom's favoritism towards bulma \#/ many ppl dont recognize how shes supposed to be the ''spoiled & vain rich woman'' trope \#/ could she be written w more taste in canon? yea. but thats still what she's meant to be \#/ and its annoying when ppl claim she's absolutely perfect; a ''queen''; but then...they put chi chi down \#/ say she's the worse character. its frustrating ash \#/ also. while vegito can grow to develop a more positive relationship w (a) bulma \#/ i dont think i can ever ship him w her. unless magic is worked. sorry. \
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In Your Browser III this Sunday!
THIS SUNDAY, AWF will be IN YOUR BROWSER........ THREE!
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