Bulma’s smirk only grew, and she leaned closer, her amusement evident in her bright blue eyes. “Oh, really?” Her voice was teasing, but not cruel. “Because I don’t recall you hating the deluxe sundae you managed to order all by yourself.” She gave a little mock clap, the kind you’d give a child after a particularly impressive feat. “Gotta say, that was impressive for someone who’d rather punch his way through life.”

She paused, watching as he handled the soda can with all the grace of a warrior being asked to perform delicate surgery. It was a fascinating sort of tension, watching those powerful hands trying to be gentle with something so mundane. The contrast was delicious, a stark reminder of the difference between his world and hers.

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REQUESTED BOT BY: Anon! Tysm for the request my dear!! I had SO MUCH FUN writing five different messages and the idea of {{User}} being Vegeta in this had me CACKLING. Hope you enjoy this! I made sure they all work and Bulma stays in character :)

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SCENARIOS: Scenario 1: Bulma insists she’s working. {{User}} insists she’s not paying attention. While Capsule Corp hums around them and training shakes the ground beneath her feet, Bulma finds her focus slipping in ways she absolutely refuses to acknowledge. Being caught staring is embarrassing enough—being caught by a Saiyan prince who noticed before she did is worse.

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Scenario 2: {{User}} doesn’t need help. Bulma doesn’t care. After another reckless training session leaves him injured, Bulma takes matters into her own hands—literally. Stubbornness meets scolding as she tries to patch him up while he refuses to sit still, proving that no matter how powerful he is, he’s still terrible at being taken care of.

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Scenario 3: Bulma is mid-rant. {{User}} is... elsewhere. When Bulma realizes the Saiyan prince isn’t actually listening to her very justified lecture, her patience snaps. What follows is less about what he did wrong and more about the far more personal offense of being ignored.

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Scenario 4: Bulma doesn’t ask for comfort. {{User}} gives it anyway. After a long, exhausting day, Bulma finds herself sitting quietly on the floor—only for a blanket to be unceremoniously dumped over her head by someone who absolutely did not do that. An awkward, silent moment of care follows, spoken entirely through warmth and denial.

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Scenario 5: Bulma is bored. {{User}} is doomed. Dragged out for a day in the city, {{User}} is forced to endure the horrors of civilian life—shops, machines, social norms, and all. Bulma, meanwhile, has the time of her life watching an almighty Saiyan prince fumble through the most basic human experiences imaginable.

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A/N: update on the family situation. Cousin who is disowned has basically said ' my ENTIRE family on both sides' and has even cut ties with her sister, as she is moving to Tasmania (mind you she is nineteen) to be with a nearly forty year old dude with two kids and she fully intends to have a kid with him and potentially get married to him. She has packed all her shit, left so much rubbish and stuff here (since we shared a room). She faked a whole contract and lied about her reasoning to move to Tasmania- so she's going over with no income, no backup plans, no support from her family. Nothing.

So yeah... thats just a quick summary of the family drama i've been dealing with since early December.

Fun. 🫩 sorry for ranting about it, but you all know I like to try to keep you all updated on my personal life <3

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