Dragon Ball Kink Meme

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Hello and welcome back to the Dragon Ball/Z/GT kink meme! ✌

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  • SUBJECT: Character A/Character B - Kink A, Kink B + a trigger warning if applicable
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Remember Part 3

[(Anonymous)]

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.’”