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Dragon Ball Kink Meme

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This was amazing! One of the best gochi fan fictions I have read and it's so well written!

Thank you very much!

So I've had this idea nagging at the back of my mind for a while. Basically Pic getting a crash-course through weird namekian anatomy against his will. Anyone will do.

(I'd write this myself, but my writing skills are second to infinite zero and I don't trust my english)

Is it weird that this chapter is just meant to tie things up and finish off the story but I think it's very beautiful and glorious on top of it all? Perfect gloss finish.

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Vegeta and Tien don't get along, but they can at least agree that Yamcha's one hot piece of ass. Yamcha gets them to swear to put their bickering aside long enough to share a bed with him at the same time.

Would prefer Yamcha to be on the "receiving end," so to speak. Also Vegeta and Tien have a bit of a "contest" on who can pleasure Yamcha best.

Goku stumbles across Master Roshi's dirty magazines and mentions them offhandedly to Chichi. Chichi, curiosity getting the best of her, suggests that they try a few of the things mentioned in the bedroom. Hilarity (and a possible trip to the ER) ensues.

I will be judged so hard for this but: Goku and Friends go on a camping trip for Standard Male Bonding Purposes. Everything is going swimmingly, until Yamcha, an omega, realizes he is out of suppressants for the duration of the trip (possible reasons being he forgot to pack them, they got wet/ruined, someone mistook them for aspirin, etc.), and that he is on the advent of his heat cycle. To make matters worse, Yamcha hasn't exactly told anyone in the group that he's an omega.

After the cell games, Teen Gohan goes into a rebellious, crossdressing slutty phase due to trauma or just to piss Chi-Chi off or whatever. Somebody stumbles across his phone and finds pics/videos of his conquests.

Bonus points if Gohan deliberately set it up so he could sex them up.

Plz humour me anons

I require a cute, fluffy fill of bra losing her virginity to 17. No dub-con though. They've been dating for a while and she's nervous and 17's like 'I gotchu babe.' Bonus points if bra takes control, even more bonus points if Trunks or Vegeta walk in.

Trunks is Bra's true father

Remember those stories in the old kink meme featuring this ship? Especially the one where Bulma was pregnant with Trunks and they weren't sure who the dad was until he was born? I want a similar scenario, but with the conception of Bra/Bulla instead. They all have a three-way for old-times sake and Bra is the result. Bring all the crack/hilarity/heartwarming moments!

For the story, please go with canon and have Vegeta be the dad.

Despite, you know, her marriage, Bulma first sought out one of her oldest friends, the only one that could not laugh and laugh at her, since he too was to blame. His reaction was similar to the first time. She listened to his choking and brief sobbing, the denial, a crack to his voice as he demanded to be reassured that this was only a joke. It had been years, and nothing had changed. Nothing. “Again? How has this happened to us twice?”

She heard him break something, and hoped it was expensive. “Did you not learn from the first time?”

Bulma stretched out in her lab, limbs seeking tables and a bent stool, glad that she had sent the ‘first time’ out to get ice cream with his best friend. She had given him an advance on his allowance, and it could be days before she saw him again. Thank Dende.

“How could you not use protection?! Oh my god, how are you so bad at that?”

No, honestly, seriously, nothing had changed. She wasn’t thirty-something and aware of those three years and feeling those three years and the last two desperate sweaty confused weeks and years and years of off-and-on again. Forget the stretch marks and fear of sagging, the deeper creases in that broad forehead (vegeta, how?) and sudden brief touch of goddamn grey in that black wild hair that had struck her heart (oh yamcha, no), no, they were still so young and stupid.

It had been for old-time’s sake.

“Are you even able to get pregnant?”

“I’m going to tell Vegeta!”

“Whose he going to be more mad at, you or me?”

“You.” She was adamant. “Probably you.”

Oh, but Vegeta hadn’t been pissed at either at them that night. He’d been smirky and confident. A man in his prime, still trim, all the more gifted with experience than the first time. He’d hardly protested when she’d leaned in close too Yamcha and smiled at her husband. Want to try something fun? Remember how good it was last time?

Never mind the freaking out, the stack of pregnancy tests, the humiliating one at the end when blood was taken and Vegeta cursed not murdering them all so many times before. They were adults and in the fullness of life could appreciate it this time as they hadn’t last time.

“Look.” Bulma Brief’s could only wish she had only said this once in her life. “I need you to come in and take a paternity test.”

When Yamcha hung up, she took that as confirmation.

She needed only to punch in another number in her phone. Last time, she had dragged Goku in to act as a non-human shield and keep Vegeta from blowing up the planet or just pushing her down the stairs. This time, she would do it because she wanted to hear someone happy and just glad to be on this planet.

He answered his phone for once.

It was a sign. The universe was done pissing her off. She leaned into the phone’s warm clammy surface. “Goku. I have some news.”

Her friend stopped chattering about turnips, his sons and perfectly adorable grandchild and how Chi-Chi was, and some farming game score. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s big.” She blew air between her teeth. “I’m going to need your help with something here.”

Between the flying powers and his instant transportation, Bulma should have prepared herself better. Taken something or had a singular glass of red wine for her nerves. A bubble bath and manicure. She could have told her mother and reassured herself with the fact that Trunks was a strong, healthy perfect boy and this one would just as great a miracle as he was. If they had wide guileless brown eyes or beedy black ones or her lovely blue ones, it would be a marvel. So long as the baby had her brains, everything would be right in the world.

But Goku had some amazing time. He brought his whole Dende-damn family. He brought Krillin’s family. They sat eating finger food and making small talk as she hyperventilated in her own personal hell. At least she didn’t need to pee every five minutes. Not yet.

Then he had the nerve to tilt his head while she tried to strangle him in the kitchen. “You said—you said—you had big news and needed help!”

“You dumb monkey! I needed you to come here and restrain Vegeta. I have…I do have big news…”

She let him go and was disappointed when he bounded back up, hair all the more wild than normal. “What’s wrong with Vegeta?”

He’s crazy! He’s going to freak out when I say I’m pregnant and not sure who the dad is, again! He’s gone crazy and is going to say that we had a threesome with Yamcha but that’s nuts! Don’t listen to him. “I need your help.”

Then he was Goku, older, mature, able to withstand anything and with two kids on his own. He had a driver’s license. He, Chi-Chi had told her, exalted, over white wine spritzers, had once tried to do their taxes. The fact that the forms had somehow gotten set on fire didn’t matter. She had known him for over two decades now, and they had met when she had tried to commit a hit-and-run and he had thought her a witch. If she couldn’t rely on Son Goku, what hope could there be of facing all of this? “Whatever you need Bulma.”

What the hell; Goku would have forgotten the whole mess that had happened the first time. “I have to have another paternity test done. I’m pregnant and the Dad might be Vegeta. Or Yamcha.”

“Again!? Oh man, you’re not sure who the dad is for this one either! Wow, Bulma. Congrats on the baby though!” His smile was coming back. He barely had time to dodge the frying pan Bulma was suddenly wielding.

“Tell the entire world why don’t you! What, isn’t it bad enough I have to get another one of these tests done just to figure out who the dad is? You think it wasn’t humiliating enough the first time!” Oh, but it wasn’t Goku she really wanted to smack even as she chased him into the living room, it was herself three months ago who had calmly tossed aside the diaphragm and disregarded the option of condoms. It was going to be one last wild moment, and precautions were for the young and foolish who didn’t know about better.

The blue-haired scientist didn’t care about breaking a cooking instrument on Goku’s head in front of his family and friends, but she didn’t become horribly aware of how loud they had both been. And how thin these walls could be. She peered through her neatly trimmed blue fringe of hair at all these people she considered family.

Oh, Krillin over there, he was so dramatic, and just her kid brother who she had seen getting the crap kicked out of. She’d once put his corpse into a portable freezer. So what if he was horrified. He wasn’t choking for real.

Bulma had gotten over her weariness and was (mostly) over her fascination, but all that made things worse. She and Eighteen were friends. They babysat. They discussed clothing and their spouses. Eighteen was interesting and oddly normal, and never competed and considering who she was married to, practically like a little sister to Bulma. She had cool blonde hair to go with that cool smile, and never seemed to age. Bulma…Bulma wanted the cyborg to respect her and take her advice on shoes. Not sit there, mouth open, understanding everything and find it disgusting.

Chi-Chi had ever reason to judge. She had a grandkid that was going to be older. Bulma could understand. But still hated that way she sniffed and smiled around her tea cup. She hated the snide congrats, but did cheer up when Chi-Chi offered to host the baby shower.

Goku glanced around from under the dented pan he wore over his face. “C’mon, Bulma. It’ll be okay.” He made a motion to hug her, and missed by a good foot.

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

Krillin clasped his hands and looked at his wife. “I would like to leave five minutes ago.”

“I thought she just wanted to plan a birthday party for Trunks,” Eighteen said, abashed.

So normal. Bulma envied their sane lives of living with disgusting perverts and talking pigs and turtles and being a cyborg created to kill Goku and not having a nose and dying three times. She wished on them another month of Eighteen’s twin brother coming to stay with them with his own family, and perhaps Bulma’s other future son to come back and point out again and again how messed up it was that Krillin had married a woman that had killed them all. Let Krillin fuck up with the birth control and let Eighteen maybe gain weight during that pregnancy.

Her mother came in, baring more cakes and more tea, “Oh, dear, again? Well. The important thing is that the baby is healthy.”

It was her mother, Bulma could reflect, not her brilliant, absent-minded father that had prepared her for all this craziness, to think that the dragon balls were more than a myth, believe that you could meet a good, normal man going on life-risking adventures and furthermore, you can pull off a perm.

When the door knocked, Bulma was not surprised.

When it was Yamcha, pale beneath his tan and scars, she was further unsurprised. The universe did love to try and pull Bulma Brief down. It wanted to humble her. But she would not have it. She would not. She could look at this man, her old boyfriend and good friend, and say it, “If it’s a boy, we are not naming it ‘Wolf.’”

He worked himself up, trying to be dramatic and sane, level-headed and reasonable. “Bulma! No, Kami, everyone’s right…they know don’t they?”

“Goku told them all about it.”

The orange-clad man managed to pull the pan away. He was a contrite dog shuffling with that tail tucked away. “I’m sorry, Bulma.” Yamcha and Goku shared a bro nod.

“I’m sorry I didn’t knock whatever brains you have out,” Bulma retorted, but without fire.

“Do…do you want us to stick around?” Eighteen asked. She looked like she’d gladly run out the building, but here she was.

Chi-Chi huffed. But not at Eighteen or at Bulma. “Vegeta will learn to live with this kid, no matter who the father is.”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl? Oh, I hope you get a girl,” Mom twilled.

“Yeah.” Krillin was smiling that good ol’ reassuring smile, full of his everlasting humor with the raised eyebrows. “I mean, I’m sure he’s used to this by now.”

“Shut up, loser,” Bulma said, but didn’t really mean it.

Yamcha began to dry-heave. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again.”

Bulma could still sass. “That’s not what you said last time.”

Everyone shared a grossed-out laugh that turned to winces. But gradually. Krillin took another muffin and Chi-Chi refilled her cup and began discussing names that could be used. When should they throw the baby shower. Was Bulma feeling well? She should sit down and eat something. And Bulma could sit there at the front of the table, being offered and served cupcakes and fresh, decaffeinated coffee and babysitting offers. All this for their Queen.

Her family was pretty great. Take that, universe.

Together, okay, all together, they would tell her husband that he was going to be a father again. Maybe they could all shout it and then run away. Say it all together now, like they would for birthdays and karaoke.

They would crowd around the Saiyan Prince as he sat fresh from training and tried to drink water and not act disturbed by everyone standing around him, staring, taking in his every action. The man looked so innocent there at the table where they had shared a surprising amount of meals day after day. “Have you come for a rematch, Kakarrotte?” he tried.

“No.” Goku stared, unabashed.

“So, Vegeta…how do you feel about getting whole nights rests?” Krillin asked. “I hope you liked those. I hope you savored them.”

She had to push them away, and cursed all of them for the ungodly strength in their shoulders. “Can everyone just take a step back here? Please?”

“You wanted us here.”

“Not to take pictures,” she hissed.

“Does this mean I can leave?” Yamcha tried. “Maybe this should really be between you two.”

“Okay, guys. I just need a second.” Her posse would be right there, in the next room over. She could handle this. Chi-Chi was already planning on knitting booties. Her mother used highly unscientific means of guessing the gender. Krillin was already buckling under the requests for babysitting.

“Vegeta.” I love you. You know that, don’t you, you jackass. I love you so much. That, after all the other crap that had happened, was so little. “I’m pregnant.”

But Vegeta’s reaction was to look at her, mouth open. Eyes black glass, as pitiless and clear as the span between the stars. Then he threw back his head and began to laugh. “No, no, woman, I will not believe this.”

“You’re going to be a dad again,” Bulma told him.

“That’s not…” But he was moving passed denial. Passed rage and bargaining and even depression. Perhaps he would double-back, but not now. He was going to be the father of two children. He and Bulma would have a second child and if Mom was right, it was going to be a little girl. There would be more Saiyans. A shiver ran through him, and Bulma believed Vegeta would rise and maybe even hug her. Maybe even smile and say while sober and with no threat of a dramatic death hanging over them, that he loved her too. He would believe her. And he would like it too.

Goku came bounding back in, the puppy covered in mud and dog shit all over your new white furniture. “Yeah. I mean. Maybe it’s Yamcha’s too. But that would be neat too!”

You know, after the stress, all that red meat, and his age, maybe Bulma should have given her husband some beta blockers. Aspirin once a day and red wine in moderation. She vowed to cut back on smoking and aiming the second-hand fume purposely in his direction. Her husband did make a desperate grab for his heart, then let it go. He let a lot of things go, like all the muscles in his face. Only Vegeta’s blinking reassured her that he still lived.

She looked into those beedy black eyes, and hoped this baby would have them. “Yeah. It’s from that night. And yeah. Everyone knows.”

Vegeta bared teeth.

Goku took a step back. Then he hid behind Bulma.

“But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re going to have a baby. Maybe, okay, maybe it will be Yamcha’s too. But that doesn’t matter. It’ll be our perfect little child. Trunks will be happy to have a sibling. You know, one that’s not stuck in a post-apocalyptic hellscape.”

His chin could literally crack cement. “It will not be a Saiyan.”

“Oh, Vegeta. Shut up.”

He blinked, rearranged, finding his muscles again.

“You said that about Trunks.”

“This child may be fully human,” he hissed.

“Well. You should have told me to wrap it up.”

Bulma watched her husband briefly struggle with the urge to cover his face with those gloved hands. “You told those fools?”

“I wanted backup.” She met his gaze. I should have just talked to you. Oh, Vegeta. I’m sorry. “I have to say, I’m glad you didn’t run away to space like last time.”

She really wished Goku wasn’t still here, cowering.

“We’re okay though. Aren’t we? Of course we are. It was your idea this time.”

Vegeta gave into the urge and covered his face. “Woman, you have put me through enough.”

“You love it.” Her smile was tight. She loved him, she even loved the sudden flicker in his eyes, because she was right. His fear, his every emotion, was to be understood and savored, shared. Bulma didn’t regret that night and could nearly picture the small child hidden away. “And you’re going to love this baby. You’re going to love them so much.”

Goku dug a finger into his ear. “Guys, I’m glad you’re not fighting, but I just wish you didn’t ask me to be here. This seems kind of personal, ya’ know.”

“Get the hell out.”

He left too, fled, but then returned with Yamcha in his maw. “I think everyone’s going well!”

Bulma pulled out the too-familiar needle. “Well, time to find out.”

Yamcha winced at the murderous stare, but still managed to sit and roll up his sleeves. Déjà vu was tragic. What had happened again probably wouldn’t happen again, at least not without birth control. Bulma took a personal vow on that, and promised literally on the life of their third child (barring no twins) that she would be more diligent. Goku finished off the rest of the cupcakes. After the advertised time posted on the little box passed, their big and growing family looked at the results, together.

“I think,” Bulma told Vegeta. “I have a name for the baby if it’s a girl.”

Wow, I didn't expect anyone to actually fill this. Thanks anon!

I just read through the old meme recently and found all the stories with this pairing kind of funny and interesting. It's something you don't see all the time. Now I think that Yamcha is some kind of fertility charm for the Saiyans.

I'm not really sure how this pairing would even work out, but I just want a super hot fic where Raditz eats her out while Bulma plays with that long, gorgeous hair of his. (Yes I have a thing for Raditz's hair. It is majestic. And Bulma's hair too, now that I think about it.) I guess this would be kind of AU for this pairing to even work out, so be creative. Or PWP is okay too. This is the kink meme after all. :)

Has anyone done a Madoka Magica crossover featuring these too? If not, I request one featuring Trunks as Homura (duh) and Gohan as Madoka. I think you might have to be lax with time travel rules since (spoiler alert: time travel works differently in Madoka Magica then it does in DBZ.)

I have seen all of the anime and movies so don't worry about spoilers.

Like it

Wow.

Honestly? This is easily the best Gochi fanfic I've ever read. The characterization, the psycho-analysis on Goku, the descriptions and insights--and your dedication to actually protraying them more closely to their Japanese counterparts by keeping their hick accents, and writing them well... it's just stunning. I gotta ask, tho--I really struggled navigating this site, and it took me 15 minutes just to find the index where the other chapters (and comments?) are. Would you consider please uploading this to a user friendly site, like Archive of our Own or FF.net? I'd DIE to be able to actually share this fanfic with hundreds of other Goku/Chichi fans :)

I saw a post on tumblr where someone suggested that F. Trunks talks to Bulma about his crush. After a, "you do know how awkward it is to scoop up your mom's ex-boyfriend, even if it's a parallel timeline, right?" conversation, Bulma suggests wearing skimpy outfits. After many nosebleeds as a result of Trunks' short shorts and other outfits, Yamcha agrees to a date. And whatever other sexy times the writer is comfortable. (But please nothing too weird.)

Bonus points for both of them being the awkward turtles they are. More bonuses if Trunks unsubtely mentions how totally legal he is now thanks to the Time Chamber.

Roshi and Old Kai (being themselves) end up talking about women, upon hearing their conversation Kami casually mentions how back in the day some villages would send up "offerings" (aka to the Lookout

(I am reposting this because I'm about 95% done with a story for it.)

The original prompt from the old meme is as follows:

So, anyone remember how Bulma asks Future Trunks if the younger version of his mom is cute? Well, based on that, I'd like a story where when Trunks first shows up from the future, both Bulma and Vegeta hit on him in a blatant way in front of the other fighters. Bonus if they start arguing with each other over who gets 'that hot purple haired-guy' and start saying things like: "I am the prince of all Saiyans, so clearly he wants me" or "I'm the most beautiful intelligent woman ever, so he wants me, not you!"

If you want to, you can include an alternative version of the scene where Trunks tells Goku about the future and also you can include an awkward scene where Trunks has to explain to Bulma and Vegeta that they technically are his parents three years later. I just mainly want the awkward hitting on Trunks scene. Also, I'd prefer this story to not include messed-up threeway sex, just because I don't think Trunks would go for that.

Part 1:

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Please don't sue me.

Warning/Rating: About PG-13 or less. No actual incest, but Bulma and Vegeta do unintentionally hit on their son from the future. As called for by the prompt, shit gets awkward. I blame/thank Team Four Star for inspiring me to write this.

Notes: For the sake of this story, Bulma and Yamcha broke up some time before Freeza came to Earth, but are still buds and so that’s why Yamcha is not jealous of her flirting with “hot purple-haired guy.”

The mysterious young man was just so fucking polite and it pissed Vegeta off to no end. First, he had the nerve to pretend to be a Super Saiyan. Kakarrot was the only Super Saiyan out there. (This was a fact that Vegeta tried not to think about too often, as it wounded his pride that that third-class warrior had surpassed him.) Furthermore, the only Saiyans left in existence were himself, Kakarrot and Kakarrot’s half-breed son.

Then the boy went and killed Freeza with a sword, like he was trying to look cool, and then tried to surpass that flashy display by killing King Cold without his sword. As if that was necessary! Vegeta had the situation completely under control. Then, he acts all polite and cute, like he’s some weakling human just like the cannon fodder---Z Fighters. Those humans seemed to just love the boy, accepting drinks from his fridge like they were, what was the term that Earth Woman had used? Oh yes, drinking buddies.

The fact that the boy acted like he had special knowledge, such as the precise time and location when Kakarrot would arrive, pissed Vegeta off too. The boy just knew so many things, but wouldn’t even tell them his name when pressured. Vegeta thought that the boy was full of it, but decided to stick around just in case he tried something. Vegeta wanted to stick around on the off chance that the boy was right.

To accomplish his ‘keeping an eye on the mysterious boy’ goal, Vegeta decided the best course of action was to sit on a rock by himself. Meanwhile said boy was chatting with Bulma. This must be the more of the drinking buddy interaction, Vegeta thought to himself. That was suspicious, how was it that someone who was supposed to be a Saiyan looked so comfortable around Earthlings? That, combined with the weird hair and eye color made Vegeta think that he was a fraud. When Vegeta brought that idea up, the boy dodged his questions and the humans (as well as the Namekian and talking cat) didn't seem to care. They were just happy that the powerful boy who had killed Freeza and King Cold was on their side. Thus resulting in the boy chatting with the rest of the group and Vegeta hanging out on his rock.

“So, are you an employee for Capsule Corp?” Bulma asked. “You must be new, because I think I would have remembered someone as handsome as you.”

The boy blushed at that one. “Well, you know my mother always said I was handsome.”

“Oh, a mama’s boy are you?” Bulma clung to the mystery boy’s arm and winked at him. “I can be your mommy, cutie.”

The mystery boy escaped from her grip and jumped back as though he was burned. “That’s really not necessary. I-I’ll just go sit on this rock. Over here.” Trunks went and did exactly that, sitting a reasonable
distance away from both of his parents.

Vegeta was amused. It appeared that the boy didn’t care much for Bulma’s rather forceful approach to flirting. Then again, maybe he just didn’t care for Bulma in that way.

Speaking of which, Bulma was a bit taken aback that the boy didn’t seem interested in her. How strange. She was a beautiful, awesome genius after all. The mystery boy would be a good match for her, even if he was a little on the young side for guys she went for. He was a Super Saiyan, which Bulma found hot, and he was so much more polite and humble than Vegeta was, and could possibly be talked into donating some blood samples for her lab. Plus, he had an unusual and pretty hair color, just like her. They could share hair products once he stopped being so shy.

“Wow Bulma, looks like you struck out on that one,” Yamcha teased.

“Did you just make a baseball pun?”

Yamcha smirked and took a drink of his drink, “Maybe I did.”

Everyone laughed at that one.

“Ugh, whatever. Once he realizes what a perfect, beautiful, and awesome genius I am, he’ll come crawling to me. He’s just a little shy is all. Actually,” Bulma clasped her hands together and blushed, “It’s so cute and adorable.”

Yamcha just sighed and rolled his eyes. He was used to Bulma’s ego-centric boasting at this point. It came with the territory since he had known her since they were teenagers and still lived with her even though they were no longer a couple.

Meanwhile, Tien, Krillin, Puar, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, and Gohan drank their sodas and talked amongst themselves, apparently not particularly interested in Bulma’s attempts to hook up with a new boyfriend.

Trunks blushed and squirmed and tried to just focus on his soda, rather than the younger version of his mother gushing over what a perfect couple they would make while her friends half-heartedly listened for the sake of politeness. Unfortunately, he couldn’t risk telling Bulma that he was her son from the future because that might inadvertently cause him not to exist in this timeline. There was the possibility that he could be born to late or too early, or that Bulma would have a completely different child if he meddled too much, or no children at all. He was already in uncharted waters by being the first person to ever time-travel. Hopefully, she would lay off on the flirting.

‘Just focus on the soda,’ he thought to himself. Eventually Trunks became distracted by his father’s presence. It was one thing to look at the handful of photographs that had managed to survive through the various android attacks and quite another to actually see him in person. Trunks never could have imagined his father wearing something causal like the “BADMAN” shirt either. His father was wearing Saiyan armor in all of the pictures that Trunks had and the armor didn’t have any flashy colors like hot pink and mustard yellow.

Unfortunately for Trunks, Vegeta noticed him staring after a few minutes.

“What are you looking at boy? You like what you see?” Vegeta smirked.

“N-No. I was just admiring your shirt,” Trunks immediately looked away, red in the face again. Great. Not only was his mother hitting on him, but his dad thought he was ogling him! This whole trip was shaping up to be rather embarrassing.

“Sure you were,” Vegeta laughed. “Hey Earth woman! Your new boyfriend likes me more than you.”

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Dragon Ball Kink Meme

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Repost From Old Meme: A Prompt With A lot of Awkardness

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