His last memories were of him fighting some bokoblins who were trying to attack Zelda in the Lanayru fields when he was hit by an odd-looking potion… and that’s all he could remember before his thoughts faded. With a mischievous smile on her lips, Bulma picked up Vegeta, still tied to the small stick, and used it like a toothpick. I would not recommend this book except to someone who wants to spend hours of their time reading about the various ways women can crush or otherwise mutilate tiny men. The hot breath hit Vegeta squarely, and as it was locked by Bulma's hand, the consistency of the belch was focused entirely on him.

In her hands was a sign she made herself, her boyfriend's name, Ian, written clearly on the front in blue marker, surrounded by thin streamers and candy she'd taped to the sign (she really had a hard time holding back on this one).

Vegeta felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that the android seemed even bigger than it had been a few seconds ago.

Her eyes widened as the last few buttons gave out on her blouse, exposing her skin-tight bra to the crowd. The smell, already heavy with the mixture of rancid breath and food that permeated the little Saiyan prince, became unbearable when he was submerged in the remains of food chewed by Bulma. Any trace of innocence or even malicious fun left Bulma's tone, replaced by a rancorous hatred, the result of years of repressed abuse, contempt, and neglect from the scientist who rose from her chair so hastily that it flew to the ground. For her, this was yet another way to reaffirm her dominance over the little Saiyan, subjecting him to unimaginable humiliation. Suddenly, he felt a powerful shiver run through his body, which he shrank again as darkness took over Vegeta's consciousness.Until her final declaration, whispered so low and with so much bitterness by Bulma that it was only heard because she was speaking into a microphone she made herself.