Fanfiction and its amazing users :) it is I, "Themeanbxtch" but do not let the username fool you for I am far from mean. It is only a pen name I use a lot across all of my social accounts. Okay so, to be clear, this is NOT my first FanFiction account. I made accounts and forgot about them so this is my official account. I guess I'll add more about myself in my bio (that's what bios are for TMB) but, for now, let me dive into my FIRST FF on this account… :)
You are a liar if you say you do not enjoy Dragon Ball Z fanfictions.
Today, my FF will be dealing with a iconic pair in the DBZ franchise, I actually began to write this story on another account but I forgot the login and password for that account so I am writing it again on TMB.
I like to call this story "Stuck".
Starring my faves from DBZ, Bulma Briefs and the Prince of all Saiyans, the addition of other characters of course. :)
{As you all know, I do not own DBZ or its wonderful, diverse characters. I only own the ideas behind the FanFic.}
On one bright, seasonable afternoon, Mrs. Brief, humming a pleasant tune, danced around her kitchen as she prepared lunch for her husband, her daughter and a perpetually irate saiyan, that she allowed in her house without hesitation. As she reached for the cabinet knob, she was startled when the knob broke off with one gentle tug. "AYIEEE!" Screamed Mrs. Briefs. Outside in the backyard, Bulma was attempting to get a tan whilst her Father fixed a bot Vegeta destroyed earlier. When the two heard Mrs. Brief's screams they jumped up and headed for the house quickly.
"Honey! What's wrong?" Dr. Brief questioned. "Oh dear! It's so horrible!" "What? WHAT?" Mrs. Brief held her head down in sadness and extended her hand. "Here you go honey…" she said in a somber tone. When she opened her palm Dr. Brief and Bulma looked at each other in disbelief. "Uh… mom.. this is your problem?" The broken knob rested in Mrs. Brief soft hands. It bobbed around a little. "Bulma sweetie that is my FAVORITE cabinet. The knobs are porcelain and it was handcrafted to perfection!" Bulma rolled her eyes. Damn near every knob in the house is porcelain and handcrafted. One breaking off couldn't be that bad… could it? "Oh dear you have to fix it! You have to!" cried Mrs. Brief as she tugged on her husband. "Not a problem sweetie." "Honey I don't think you get it. You can't just put this knob back on the cabinet you could damage the thermofoil cabinet design!" Dr. Brief placed a finger on his chin and began to think. "Well-" "Hey, when you mortals are done with your vacuous furnishing, it would be great if I could receive something to indulge in. I am famished." The three turned around to see the notable prince himself, A shirtless Vegeta, as he stood in the kitchen with a towel draped over her neck that was drenched with sweat. "Hmph, I guess if my mom was in serious trouble you would not have done anything. You didn't hear her scream you ass?!" Bulma fumed. "Relax servant woman, the only reason why I did not take affirmative action in regards to the screams is because I didn't detect any Ki spiking except for her own. She's not even a threat to herself." Vegeta snapped back. "Oh thank goodness! I wouldn't want to hurt myself! Oh hey! Vegeta thanks for reminding to prepare you all some lunch. Honey we can fix the knob later." Mrs. Brief chimed. "Alrighty then, I'll finish up with this bot for you Vegeta." " And I'll ignore him for the rest of the day" Bulma finished. "Tch, baka woman" Vegeta mumbled as he walked away. "I heard that you stupid monkey!" Vegeta growled with anger.
As night time arrived, Bulma laid in her room resting in her large bed screaming at a certain raven haired individual on the phone. "Babe please I know I screwed up but you have to give me another chance! We weren't together when I slept Maron. Plus, she totally looks like you so I kinda never cheated!" "Ugh Yamcha your such a fucking jerk! You keep making up stupid excuses! Your story changes every second! Fucking bye!" "Bulma wai—" *click* "Hmp you earthlings and your strange relationships…" Vegeta commented. Bulma's face turned a bright red, without turning around, Bulma yelled, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM VEGETA" Vegeta scoffed, "Do you know who you are talking to?! I AM THE PRINCE OF A—" "Save it for somebody who cares because it will never be me!" Bulma yelled."You know woman, I came up here to tell you that your mother left some desert in the fridge for you but since you want to be a foolish idiot, I'll eat it myself!" "Like hell you will!" Before Bulma could charge for the door Vegeta had knocked over a rather large dresser in Bulma's room so she couldn't get out. "Enjoy picking that up WOMAN" Vegeta laughed. Bulma thought to herself, 'If I could beat him up with ease, I would!'
Vegeta sat in the kitchen as he ate Bulma's mochi that her mother had prepared for her. As he scarfed down a copious amount he looked over a noticed a rather large, tan jar of taupe substance. As he examined it, he noticed some words on the label. It read, 'world's strongest…' without turning the jar around to read the rest, Vegeta quickly became very interested. "World's strongest huh?" He said. Vegeta wiped off his hand And decided to investigate how strong it was. He untwisted the jar and dumped his hand in it jar. Almost instantly, a expression of disgust spreaded across his face. "Arrgh this is disgusting!" He roared. Suddenly, a angry, blue haired woman came storming through the kitchen. "You STUPID monkey get your ass up and pick up this dresser off the floor in my room!" Before Vegeta could utter a word, Bulma grabbed his hand that was covered in the substance. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "My thoughts exactly what is this stuff on my hand?" "Ugh it's just glue now let go of me and pick up my dresser!" "erm, it is you that needs to let go of me! Now release you imbecile!" It grew quiet in the kitchen. That's when Bulma looked over at the jar and walked over to examine it closely. The jar of glue said, 'World's strongest and stickiest glue! It will NOT come off guaranteed!' "Oh great Vegeta JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! BECAUSE OF YOU WE ARE STUCK!"
"What?! S-Stucked?"
"STUCKED"
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