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“Whatever you were to me in the past is over, your death will be at hand regardless, which is what Saiyan filth like you deserve!” Unaware as of yet about him scanning her lab, she’s nevertheless pulling out a ray gun from a cabinet, quickly pointing it towards Vegeta.

“Don’t call me that! And don’t presume yourself as my familiar—you are my enemy and nothing more!”

“You’ll do no such thing to Lord Baby!”

then send that fake ass queen of yours after him he’s not my husband 🌚

nigga huh ?? @DestroySaiyans come get this nigga he wilding

niggas hate to see me prosper

“Lord Baby—how do you feel?”

the natalie nunn chin I can’t breathe 😭

+ She informs, typing in the final command, the machine beginning its work on the Tuffle.

Nodding, she starts up the machine, the sound of gears running and the like, with the woman typing various commands into the cellular rewrite system. “You’ll go through significant pain as your cells between yours and the body you’ve possessed are rewritten. Brace yourself.” +

+ piece of technology. “It is done, Lord Baby. All you need do is lay down in the center while I activate the machine.”

After many hours (filled with both trials and errors), the machine was done, calibrated to Baby’s size and genetics—a large cylinder-type machine with a hole through the middle where Baby is intended to lay down upon. Fine tunings completed, she steps back, gesturing to the +

+ gathering her tools plus the materials needed for the job.

She’s silent for a few moments, body having gone completely rigid. Soon, however, she’d put on a wicked smile not unlike Baby’s, bowing down slightly as she casually walks towards her lab equipment. “As you command, Lord Baby.” Right after, she went straight to work, +

/ this nigga baby really gave her the kiss of death LMAO

+ to her sides, signifying that the mind control was working.

Her throat is grabbed, hands and nails clawing at his extended palm in order to break free. “What do you—?! MMPFH…! A-aCK!” She was soon silenced, the Tuffle’s essence invading her mouth and then her entire being, infecting her with a quickness. Her hands slowly dropped +

She’s seemingly unfazed, staring up at this intruder with mild annoyance. “I don’t know who you are, pal, but you need to get the hell out of my lab—don’t make me call my husband on you, he’s better than any security on this planet.”

Hates everything except his shawty.

The Battle of Gods saga, but Bulma uses her full power