BulmaBBriefs

Trees were being obliterated one by one by an angry prince. He left Capsule Corps hours ago because he was beyond furious at one person. That one person being Bulma, and he decided it was best if he left Capsule Corps to cool off instead of stay at the house. If he had stayed he might have done something he would regret so he went to a nearby forest to blow off some steam. She had been so annoying and just so… clingy and needy lately and he couldn't understand why. That's not that woman he fell in love with, she almost seemed desperate now and his old Bulma was anything but that. Maybe they were just starting to grow apart. Maybe it was

"Vegeta it's time." "Time for what?" "You know…" "Obviously I don't if I'm asking you" He said sarcastically while rolling his eyes. "The talk for Trunks…" "Care to elaborate on this 'talk'? Damn it Bulma just spit it out I don't have time for your games today!" Vegeta crossed his arms and began to tap his foot impatiently.  He had training to do and right now she was wasting that precious time he could have to get stronger. "The puberty talk Vegeta, Kami do I really have to spell it out?" she yelled out and was really embarrassed that she even had to go further on the subject with him. "Oh that one, well if it's so

The two warriors stepped foot into the Hyper Bolic Time chamber and let their eyes wander around. Taking in where they would be spending the next year together. Mirai Trunks was having a bit of difficulty adjusting to the gravity, since it was 10 times stronger than Earth's. Vegeta however was unfazed since he was more then use to training in extreme gravity. He took a glance at his son and was a bit disappointed of how easily scared he was by the idea of it all. "What? Is it too much for you? Why don't you go home to your Mommy, this is a man's training. You're obviously still a child." He smirked at his son loving how easy it was to piss h

Dear Bulma, Move on. Never stay in the past, time moves on and so did I. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. That's what I lived by all my life and it served me well. My walls were up, and my mask was on. No one could penetrate me, no one could break me. I loved every minute of it. I loved to strike fear into everyone I passed.I vowed to make every single being I encountered suffer and feel one tenth the pain I felt my entire life. The fear I had bottled up inside me ever since I was a boy. I died a little inside every day until one day my heart turned to stone. I felt nothing. No fear, no pain, no heartache. Nothing. Then I go