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vegebulocracy · 2 months

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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!

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vegebulocracy · 5 months

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Day 2 Prompts: Initiative, Spellcasting, Armor Class

Extras under the cut...

Piccolo's out...which means there might be another party member swapping in...

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vegebulocracy · 5 months

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Opportunities

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.

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