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"VEGETA! You get your ass back here!"
The Saiyan no Ouji ran for his life. Nothing in the universe frightened him like the angry blue-haired medusa in hot pursuit. Even Frieza himself was a thousand times less threatening. Curse his love for that gorgeous witch.
"Vegeta, you know that you can't get away from me. You never had before, and you never will!"
How could he have known that pushing a little blue button would blow up her latest creation? Why would anyone invent a device, which they cherished, to self-destruct? And everyone in the known universe knows that red is always the color for no-no buttons, not blue.
He continued running through the building. His mate was quickly gaining. She always caught him...since he always let her. Curse his love for his feisty woman.
Normally, he did not mind the physical punishment, usually preferring the 'm' in 's & m.' It was the verbal tirade that he could not abide. Unfortunately, today's onslaught would be particularly harsh and long-winded, considering the importance of her latest invention. No, his Saiyan senses could not tolerate that Philly cheese steak sandwich made with Provolone and extra onions she had for lunch. He tried to quicken his pace.
A hand shot out and grasped him by the collar of his favorite pink shirt.
"Vegeta, when I say 'do not touch,' I mean do not touch! Monkey sees, monkey don't!" Bulma hissed in his face.
The Saiyan reeled from the ferocious stench escaping her mouth. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, Bulma grabbed him by the ear and led him over to the couch. She plopped herself down and threw the small prince across her lap.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP.... resounded as her hand repeatedly made contact with her Saiyan's rear.
Vegeta giggled. That almost tickled.
"Aaagh! Aaagh! What's happening? DADDY! DADDY!" Bulma's panicked voice rang out. Clutching the Saiyan in both hands, she shook him violently back and forth against her lap, still screaming for her father.
Dr. Briefs pedaled his bicycle like the wind. Leaving burn marks across the carpet, he came to a screeching halt and dropped his bike.
"What happened, Bulma?! What is it?!"
"Something's wrong with my eyes," she whimpered.
Vegeta, still sprawled across his wife's lap, covered his eyes with both hands. He hoped that if he could not see the old man, then the old man never saw him. The ploy worked for The Three Stooges. It was one thing to be spanked by his gorgeous woman, but it was quite another when she was punishing him in front of an audience. He remained held fast against her knees. Oh, the humiliation. Curse his love for his beautiful wife.
Dr. Briefs took out a penlight from his lab coat. He shined the bright beam in his only child's eyes. "What were you doing when this happened, Bulma?"
"I was just hitting Vegeta when it all went dark."
Dr. Briefs sighed, finally taking in the scene in front of him. He saw his son-in-law, helplessly dangling across Bulma's knees, doing an otherwise remarkable impression of 'see no evil.' The good doctor never thought this day would come. After all, she was his little girl. His wife was supposed to have given her the talk. But now, now he must face facts.
"Bulma, Dear, did no one ever tell you that this would happen?"
"That what would happen, Daddy?"
"That if you spank your monkey too often you'll go blind."
The End
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For those of you who need closure: Bulma used her vast wealth to have new corneas synthesized and implanted in her eyes.
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Thanks for the reviews!
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"VEGETA! You get your ass back here!"
The Saiyan no Ouji ran for his life. Nothing in the universe frightened him like the angry blue-haired medusa in hot pursuit. Even Frieza himself was a thousand times less threatening. Curse his love for that gorgeous witch.
"Vegeta, you know that you can't get away from me. You never had before, and you never will!"
How could he have known that pushing a little blue button would blow up her latest creation? Why would anyone invent a device, which they cherished, to self-destruct? And everyone in the known universe knows that red is always the color for no-no buttons, not blue.
He continued running through the building. His mate was quickly gaining. She always caught him...since he always let her. Curse his love for his feisty woman.
Normally, he did not mind the physical punishment, usually preferring the 'm' in 's & m.' It was the verbal tirade that he could not abide. Unfortunately, today's onslaught would be particularly harsh and long-winded, considering the importance of her latest invention. No, his Saiyan senses could not tolerate that Philly cheese steak sandwich made with Provolone and extra onions she had for lunch. He tried to quicken his pace.
A hand shot out and grasped him by the collar of his favorite pink shirt.
"Vegeta, when I say 'do not touch,' I mean do not touch! Monkey sees, monkey don't!" Bulma hissed in his face.
The Saiyan reeled from the ferocious stench escaping her mouth. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, Bulma grabbed him by the ear and led him over to the couch. She plopped herself down and threw the small prince across her lap.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP.... resounded as her hand repeatedly made contact with her Saiyan's rear.
Vegeta giggled. That almost tickled.
"Aaagh! Aaagh! What's happening? DADDY! DADDY!" Bulma's panicked voice rang out. Clutching the Saiyan in both hands, she shook him violently back and forth against her lap, still screaming for her father.
Dr. Briefs pedaled his bicycle like the wind. Leaving burn marks across the carpet, he came to a screeching halt and dropped his bike.
"What happened, Bulma?! What is it?!"
"Something's wrong with my eyes," she whimpered.
Vegeta, still sprawled across his wife's lap, covered his eyes with both hands. He hoped that if he could not see the old man, then the old man never saw him. The ploy worked for The Three Stooges. It was one thing to be spanked by his gorgeous woman, but it was quite another when she was punishing him in front of an audience. He remained held fast against her knees. Oh, the humiliation. Curse his love for his beautiful wife.
Dr. Briefs took out a penlight from his lab coat. He shined the bright beam in his only child's eyes. "What were you doing when this happened, Bulma?"
"I was just hitting Vegeta when it all went dark."
Dr. Briefs sighed, finally taking in the scene in front of him. He saw his son-in-law, helplessly dangling across Bulma's knees, doing an otherwise remarkable impression of 'see no evil.' The good doctor never thought this day would come. After all, she was his little girl. His wife was supposed to have given her the talk. But now, now he must face facts.
"Bulma, Dear, did no one ever tell you that this would happen?"
"That what would happen, Daddy?"
"That if you spank your monkey too often you'll go blind."
The End
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For those of you who need closure: Bulma used her vast wealth to have new corneas synthesized and implanted in her eyes.
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Thanks for the reviews!