Dragon Ball SpankerZ (Lasher13)

[LazyHazy]

West City.


One of the main four cities in the Dragon World, it was the location of Capsule Corporation and where the resident power couple, Bulma Brief and her husband(or at least, baby daddy) Vegeta. Most people thought that he was some kind of overgrown delinquent at best and a thug at worst; a 'bad boy' for the Corporation Head to keep around to satiate their sexual desires.


Not that all of those weren't totally wrong, but they really were making Vegeta out to be a trophy husband and not as one of the strongest beings on the planet, nor his title as both one of its greatest threats and one of its savior.


But tonight, he wasn't a menace to society, Bulma was.


"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" Bulma shouted from her car window as she kept driving. She was far from drunk, the blue-head knew her limits. But tonight, she had a little more than she had planned and ended up getting buzzed. Not enough to be slurring and throwing herself around like a ragdoll, but she was pretty impaired and it was effecting her driving. Not that she, specifically, had to worry. With Vegeta next to her and him being fast enough to grab a speeding bullet out of the gun's chamber, she was the safest person on the road.


But still, since Vegeta never got her licence, sh was the one at the wheel if she hoped to get her car home. She liked the car. And didn't trust Vegeta to be her personal roadside assistance.

[MajorMimosa]

It had been several years, and the Prince of All Saiyans was still far from being totally acclimated to the customs and traditions of Earth. His wife, Bulma, was quick to throw a tantrum whenever he grabbed the mail naked (he had just come from.the shower) or threatened paparazzi with an energy blast that would've levelled the entire city. That being said, it was Bulma that deactivated the Gravity Room during the middle of his morning training, stormed inside, and demanded that he started taking her out. Vegeta resisted at first, but relented quickly for two reasons. The first, and primary reason, was that he knew there was no victory in trying to persuade Bulma against things like this; he'd rather go the rest of the day without a headache from her shouting anyway. The second reason, though he would likely never say it, was that he genuinely wanted his beloved wife to be happy. The next day, he was stuffed in a button-down shirt and nice jeans, thrown into the car, and taken out to a nice restaurant.

Of course, even with Bulma calling ahead and warning them of who was to visit their establishment, the poor staff were unprepared to satisfy the appetite of a Saiyan warrior. He inhaled seven steak dinners, nine lobster platers, eleven baked potatoes, 4 rib racks (Bulma had to force him to slow down as he almost ate the bones), and entire small farm's worth of vegetables in sides. Bulma herself only had a nice steak and some wine, and took some dessert in a to-go box. The manager, who was a mixture of nervous and impressed, smiled professionally at the couple as they entered their vehicle and vanished from view, before turning and closing the restaurant 4 hours early due to lack of product.

Even with a full belly, the vein across Vegeta's forehead was a clear signal of his irritation. Bulma's driving was much worse than it was previously, and every word she spoke was in an annoying, ear-piercing, sing-songy voice that tempted Vegeta to just fly home.

"Dammit, woman!" He finally cracked, slamming his hand down on the console to silence her. "Why couldn't we just fly? Your going to get yourself killed! Or at least give me a migraine for the next month!" As he was shouting, Vegeta turned his head upward at the evening sky. The sun had just left from view, but Vegeta wasn't admiring the sky. No, he sensed an above-average power level approaching...

[LazyHazy]

Honestly, the idea of Vegeta carrying her like a princess to and fro sounded like a dream come true, but she expected her knight in sour armor to be less than romantic. Not that she didn't love her husband, just that she was very aware of his rougher points. He was a prideful man from a race of space-faring warriors, but the buzzed Bulma was starting to think she should've bit the bullet instead of dealing with the road.


But she'd never say that. She might not be willing to admit it, but she was prideful herself. She turned to Vegeta and got ready to yell at him and give some excuse about how she liked driving/because it's suppose to be romantic or something with her booze-wading brain not really able to figure out just how words worked. Not that she'd have the chance to stumble through as a loud STOMP cut her off and stopped her car.


"Halt, citizen!"


Bulma blinked at the vaguely familiar voice and turned to the front of her car. Her first thought from her drunken stupor was that Vegeta had somehow cloned himself and just stopped the car, but that drunken theory was thrown out the window. No, whoever was standing in front of her car was some...woman with a helmet and somewhat flamboyant outfit. It looked vaguely like that picture of Gohan Trunks showed her and wouldn't stop laughing at, just with a hart and number '2' on the helmet.


"Your driving is absolutely atrocious, ma'am! And I cannot allow you to go speeding down the road without a proper rea-"


"Videl?"


The masked vigilante nearly did a comedic fall off of Bulma's car. But she was quick to regain her composure and cleared her voice. "V-Videl? Don't be silly, citizen. I am Saiyaman 2!" She did a quick pose on the top of Bulma's car, "and I am here to put an end to your irresponsible driving?"


(Isn't that cultural appropriation?) Bulma covered her mouth, and took her foot off of the gas, as she began to snicker. Saiyaman 2 sweat dropped awkwardly, not expecting Bulma to start trying to hold back laughter like this...