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U R ABLE TO PUT BOYS IN MAZES AND WATCH THEM RUN AROUND 👍 sketch by lorillee @lorillee and inspo tweet under cut

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Shit," Vegeta hissed against her throat. "You're acting really weird," Bulma said. She wasn't wrong. "Do you, uh, like my perfume or something? It was pretty expensive, so I get it." Vegeta shook his head. "No. This is—something else. You smell…" he took another long, deep inhale of her throat. Bulma squirmed underneath him. He came nose-to-nose with her. "You're not throwing as much of a fit about this as I figured you'd be," he accused. Bulma licked her bottom lip before pretending to take a big breath. "I'll scream." "And who would hear you?" Vegeta menaced. "Your friends are miles away. Kakarot stuck in his tank. I could do whatever I wanted and no one would dream to come rescue you." He crowded her into the corner, boxing her in. Bulma's blue eyes went wide. He waited to smell sour fear-sweat on her, but if anything her scent only grew more intoxicating in close quarters. She stood a little straighter until their noses bumped and he could smell her bubblegum breath. "And what, exactly," Bulma whispered, eyes dancing, "do you want with me?"