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We rarely see tender moments between Bulma and Vegeta, but they have been together a long time. At some point they have to speak to each other, and it's most likely after sex when they're lying in bed. This is the story of their relationship told from mostly pillow talk, starting during the three year gap and stretching into their married life.
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25 Nov 2025
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Vegeta has been ignoring Bulma for months after the Cell Games, so she agrees to go on a blind date. She didn't expect the Saiyan prince to be jealous.
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12 Nov 2025
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Life is complicated enough when you're on the verge of an apocalypse. Unbearably so when you start sleeping with the murderous alien prince who happens to be living in your house.
Falling in love with said alien was a catastrophic mistake, even by Bulma's standards.
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11 Oct 2025
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One Last Time or Forever by assbutt_to_uss_enterprise
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
29 Aug 2023
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The room smelled of sweat, and herbs, and blood. It was a dingy little room, in a dingy little inn, in some backwoods town. A far cry from what he was used to these days. He still didn’t know what he was doing here. Except…except, he did, as he looked down at the room’s only occupant.
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17 Sep 2025
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You left Astarion after he completed the ritual. You lost the love of your life. You mourned him. Now, a year later, you return to him in a moment of desperation. Astarion grants you one last night with the man you lost.
or: Ascended Astarion pretends to be his spawn self as Tav's dying wish and they fuck on his grave.
“I want to spend my final night with you. If you’ll have me,” you say.
“No, my dear. You do not. So, tell me the truth. Why did you come here?”
“I don’t . . .” It’s his eyes. Those crimson pools that show you the truth. “I want to spend my last night with him.”
“Ah, yes.” He leans forward, pulling you in even deeper. “There it is.” His fingers gently touch your cheek. Soft, warm hands promising forgiveness, relief, salvation. “You miss him still. The pathetic man I used to be.”Bookmarked by strawbjam
17 Sep 2025