Princess Bulma

rutbisbe

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

myswagisnice

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

peachy-blisss

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

thetasrose

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

larryismyhallelujah

goddamn it

lollie-pond

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

steampoweredplayer

Koop

twirliest

This has 1.2 million reblogs …
Ps not riskin it

stardusttx

1.4 almost
ps not risking it

queenprotein

Fuck this post

irosefromthedead

I am sorry…

shadyqueencentral

I fucks with my moms too heavy to be playing games. REBLOG

yess-dadddy

Hell no.

letmeseeyourdicks

Sorry

richyfirst77

Love you ma

champagne-paradise

Not gonna happen 😭

roddyjo

Nope. Not gonna put my mama at risk. Damn this post and whoever made it.

thepathtovalhalla

Cursed this post

rutbisbe

I’m terribly sorry

mooncat-universe

Source: shenronsballz

saiyanprincessbulma

Head cannon: Bulma and Vegeta totally have a Namek kink. Scouter included.

itscoffeeforbreak

I saw this poster and I automatically remembered Vegeta and Bra. Bra’s literally Jack-Jack Parr (just look at her pointed hair)

And I redrew this poster quickly.

wr1tersblock42

If the shoe fits

wr1tersblock42

My week 1 entry for @tpthvegebulmayhem

Keep reading below, or read on FFic or AO3!

The base from the party vibrated through the compound, shaking the dining room chair Vegeta sat on. Much to his disgust, even the scent of cheap cigarettes and sickly-sweet alcohol managed to permeate its way to the eating area, tainting what should have been a delicious late-night snack of stir-fried beef and noodles with a spicy chilli and soy sauce.

With a growl, Vegeta forced himself to swallow his latest ashy mouthful, then stood up, scraping the chair behind him noisily and slamming his hand on the table. Not that anyone was there to hear his temper tantrum. No, the Briefs were all at Capsule Corp’s annual winter ball, mingling with those revolting humans they called “employees”.

Those humans repulsed Vegeta, every single one of them. The way they preened in front of the doctor and his daughter, practically salivating for a slither of their attention, was all too like the way Frieza’s men paraded themselves around the self-proclaimed Lord of the Universe. Still, he could have put up with their presence it if they were on the grounds and not disturbing him. But now they had spoilt the first meal he’d had after eleven hours straight of gruelling training and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do something about it.

Vegeta left his cooling food on the table and strode out of the main house, intent on insisting that they remove everyone from the property before he got rid of them all… permanently.

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