kermeal
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
After her mother purchases a new cabin in the woods, Bulma takes it upon herself to inspect the place, turning it into a little weekend getaway with friends to see just what her mother has gotten herself into.
However, when things seem too good to be true, that usually means they are… and it turns out that something else is already living there.
*Please read tags*
-
Tags
Summary
Bulma's research space station got destroyed by aliens, but that is not her biggest problem. Because the asshole who captured her just turned up at Starfleet Academy five years later, ready to annoy her, and draw her into a conspiracy that could shake the foundations of the Federation. His name? Vegeta, of course.
-
Tags
Summary
Captured during a routine Galactic Patrol mission, eighteen-year-old engineer Bulma Briefs finds herself imprisoned in a facility known only as The Womb—a cold, clinical breeding colony deep in Frieza’s empire. When genetic scans reveal her to be a 99.3% match with the Saiyan race, she’s marked for forced hybridization with the Empire’s most dangerous asset: Prince Vegeta.
But Vegeta isn’t the obedient weapon the galaxy believes. Haunted by the truth behind his planet’s destruction, he’s playing a long game—and Bulma’s arrival complicates everything.
Now trapped together in a surveillance-heavy mating chamber, the two form a reluctant alliance, faking intimacy to survive while quietly plotting their escape. Secrets unravel. Loyalties blur. And somewhere between resistance and surrender, a fire ignites—one that could burn the empire to the ground.
Series
- Part 2 of Burning Season
-
Tags
Summary
Bulma has just bought a townhome nestled right outside of West City. It comes with tons of space, great acoustics, natural light, and an asshole neighbor.
Vegeta is currently a single parent, doing all that he can for his daughter. A new neighbor has caught his daughter's eye, and surprisingly his too.
-
Tags
Summary
His palms were sweating when he knocked. The door opened, and there she was—the woman from the photo. Not in lingerie or heels, just tight black pants, a cashmere sweater, and bare feet. Hair pinned up, makeup-free.
She looked ten times more beautiful than her photo.
“Vegeta P.?” she asked, voice like warm honey.
He nodded.
“I’m Lady Blue,” she said, smiling. “You may refer to me as such for now.”