#((but what if frieza with clothes))

[friezaglasiencold]

I know they aren't really commonplace in your day to day, but do you have any outfits for special occasions?

Here are a few old favorites from a three-day gallery event I attended on the planet Sohja. Not entirely practical, but the pantsuit and jacket I still wear now and again.

[piccoloswifers]

Piccolo X Wife!Reader

Different things you do that make your husband go 🥰🥵😏

TW: A little spicy, Sex, Violence against Frieza

Being Piccolo's wife was more than just a title, it was proof of how irresistible you were to anybody and everybody

At least, that's what Piccolo believed because nobody and nothing else was as addictive as you were. He couldn't get enough of you the moment he had met you

The needy feeling hadn't dwindled even a moment once the two of you became an official couple. If anything, it got worse the more he was exposed to your adorableness

You found yourself unintentionally catching your husband's intense attention all the time, you weren't even trying to seduce him. Really!!

Though it's your fault he has these urges to pleasure and tease you now, he wasn't insatiable like this until his first time being intimate with you

You've made a monster out of him 😏

BUT-

You genuinely turn him on without even trying and the knowledge makes your whole body flush when you really think about it

One time you're watching the Trunks and Goten play, Pan cuddled up against you as you rock baby Bulla to sleep, a soft smile on your face as you soak up the sun

You felt your husband's presence and waited for him to come sit with you, eager to lean against him and make the moment even more perfect

Only Piccolo doesn't move, instead frozen and staring at the blissfully domestic moment between you and all the little ones

He's taking in the sight of your lips, the sounds of your contented sighs, and the feeling of happiness radiating off of you and the children

He's suddenly spurred into action when you open your eyes in confusion and pout at him, overcome with the urge to squeeze you tight

"Piccolo? Are you going to come sit with u-oh~!"

You let out a happy gasp as your husband storms forward and gently(but firmly) grabs the back of your head, kissing you hard and purposefully

It's somehow hot and sweet at the same time, his fangs nipping at your lips a little too roughly before he pulls away with a flustered look, plopping himself down next to you and crossing his arms

You lean your head on him as you catch your breath, face flushed and body buzzing pleasantly, only to be embarrassed all over again when a strong arm pulls you by the hips until you're pressed tightly against Piccolo

His eyes are closed, and his lips are set in their usual frown, but you can feel his desire for you in how firmly he holds you close

At some point, you end up in his lap, and he refuses to let you move, a large hand rubbing your hip in a way that should be soothing but instead feels suggestive

Maybe you two are a little too obvious when you're returning the kids back to their parents, practically racing out the door once the drop-off happens

Not that you care all that much when suddenly your husband is pressing you against the front door and licking inside your mouth in a way that feels dirty

And especially not when he lets out a particularly delicious sounding grunt as you yank him closer by the fabric of his clothes, the two of you making heated eye contact as his tongue glides across your own

You still don't know what you did to get that reaction out of him...

Or, like the time when everyone was gathered together to face the problem of a new foe, settled next to Piccolo as Vegeta yelled at Goku for not taking things seriously

Your frown showed your worry, a feeling that only got worse when Piccolo had offered to hold off the foe to try and give Goku and Vegeta more time for their plan

You whipped your head around fast to look at him, your hand gripping his arm tightly and lips parted with protest

But he didn't even flinch, gaze locked with Goku's as he subtly shook his head at you

The only reassurance you get in that moment is when he covers your hand with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking your hand off of him

You're upset at him for the rest of the day after that, torn between wanting to yell at him or needing to cling to him

So you settled for both, grabbing his big pointy ear and yelling at him for making such a huge decision without you

As much as it hurt and was embarrassing for him to treated like this, some part of him was enjoying it(freak!!!!)

Your upset reaction just reminds him of how much you love him, and that's all his mind can focus on, tuning you out unintentionally

Suddenly, he's putting a hand over your mouth and staring at you with a fond expression before he leans in close as if sharing a precious secret with you

"I love you too, Y/N."

You're too confused and flustered to even realize that he's picking you up and carrying you to the bedrooms, your legs instinctively wrapping around him

You manage to pull away between kisses, blushing when he starts nibbling and kissing down your throat instead. You can't help but hit his back before guiding his lips back to yours

"We're finishing this conversation later..!"

Your husband only smirks at you and chuckles before going back in for a rough kiss, his sharp nails digging into your hips as he pins you down suddenly

Or there was the time that you were stuck with Frieza while everyone was preparing for another tournament, the frost demon seemingly taking an interest in you

You were trying to keep the peace and not pick a fight with the crazy tyrant so you held your tongue whenever he gave you a backhanded compliment

Which was difficult when Frieza insisted that you be his escort around Earth while he was there

"Oh my~ It's amazing to me that you can keep such a lovely physique when you eat like that~"

"Huh, I suppose it is true what they say! With great age comes even greater wisdom!"

"You're so brave for going out in public in that outfit!"

Even if you had never known all the horrible things Frieza had done to your husband and friends, you're sure you would hate him just the same for all his mean girl quips

But you held strong all the same, ignoring each dig with all the grace and patience you could muster

Until Frieza realized that you and Piccolo were an item, he just couldn't resist, Frieza had to say something when he saw you coax a quick kiss out of your husband

"Oh, how precious~ It would seem that beauty has tamed the great green beast-"

Only to end up shocked when you suddenly whipped around and slapped him hard across the mouth, it wasn't even the pain that got to him, just the audacity

"I have had enough of your smart comments! I don't care what you say about me but don't you dare talk about my husband or else I'll kill you myself!"

You're hitting Frieza repeatedly, emphasizing your point when suddenly Piccolo is throwing you over his shoulder and walking away

"Goku! I want you to rip his tail off for me so I can mount it on my wall! Right above the bed! Then I want you to-HEY!"

"Haha! Anything you say, Y/N!"

You gasp and finally look back as best you can, feeling your husband's fangs nipping the meat of your ass as he carries you away from a trembling Frieza

It probably looked like Piccolo was making a retreat with you to protect you from Frieza, but the reality of the situation was that he was turned on by how fiercely you protected him

Seeing you slowly become more and more annoyed with Frieza before suddenly snapping in a rage of sexy fury was just intoxicating for him. Even more so knowing he's the reason for the snap in the first place

Piccolo starts to wonder if he's got some Saiyan in him because the sight of you making such a powerful foe cower for even attempting to insult him shouldn't be so hot

You go from angry to embarrassed as your husband nuzzles where he bit you, hitting his back and kicking your legs, which only makes him more pleased

"Mm, what a fierce little wife I have..."

You can't help but shiver when he lets out an appreciative rumble, rubbing the back of your legs to calm your kicks as he opens the bedroom door

"It's natural for me to want to protect the man I love, especially from someone who's already hurt him far too much..."

Your soft, genuine tone and the way you grip the back of his cape is what does him in, tossing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you in a way that could only be described as predatory

Somehow, in a drunken heavy fog of pleasure, you catch your husband mumbling something under his breath before diving back in to give you a bruising kiss, pushing his body flush against yours as if trying to fuse with you

"You're going to be death of me, I swear..."

You can only moan and dig your nails a little harder into his back, locking him against you with your legs around his hips

"Ha...if you die...take me with you..."

Those are only a few instances of Piccolo's melting for you, the reality of it is that there isn't a single day that goes by that Piccolo isn't getting some form of cuteness aggression because of you

And if it's not cuteness aggression, then he's straight up getting turned on

But it's not like you don't jump your husband's bones over little things too, you two were far too infatuated with each other not to

Piccolo is so obviously whipped for you that Chi-Chi and Bulma often whine about how jealous they are of your marriage

You can't help it though, you two are so ridiculously addicted to each other

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Drownin' in Poison

I am finally getting around to starting (and hopefully completing) this fic idea! I'm not really sure if it will go anywhere, but I am still really excited to make this idea a reality. I hope everyone enjoys it! This is based on the song Poison from Hazbin Hotel, and the story takes place after Vegeta comes back from Earth. Gifs are not mine!

Summary: Vegeta is informed by Frieza that he needs to relax more, and what better way to do so then with entertainment from one of Frieza's personal performers. Vegeta is reluctant but cannot say no, and he is mortified to see that the performer is a Saiyan like him. Will he choose to save them from their fate, or will he drown with them?

Warnings: sexual and suggestive comments from Frieza and his men, racist comments from Frieza, nonconsensual physical contact and choking, cursing, reader is wearing revealing clothing, mentions of injuries during a flashback, if I miss anything please let me know!!!

Vegeta was pissed. No, that was an understatement; he was absolutely infuriated. Vegeta had been working under Frieza's tyrannical fist for a long time now, so why in the hell would he interrupt a training session for a "lovely chat" as it was phrased by Frieza's dispatched henchman. Oh how he wished to see Frieza begging for his life as he made that wretched alien pay for his cockiness. Still, Vegeta was not a fool, and he knew that he would have to wait if he wanted to catch Frieza off guard.

Vegeta slammed the doors to Frieza's council room open, his lips raised in a snarl. "You've got a lot of nerve calling me in here while I was training, Frieza. I can not fulfill your orders properly if I become weaker than those you send me to destroy!"

Frieza, who was talking to Zarbon about the Frieza force's next mission, shooed the green-haired warrior away. Zarbon did not hesitate to follow his commander's wave, but not before shoulder checking Vegeta on his way out. The shove did not phase Vegeta as much as Zarbon wished. "Oh Vegeta, you know better than to use such a tone with me," Frieza quipped as he approached him, his pace smooth and calculated. "Even for a filthy monkey, you are quite strong, and I would not have kept you alive otherwise."

Vegeta's face was void of any emotions, and yet his eye slightly twitched at Frieza's remark despite hearing it quite often. "Why have you summoned me here, Frieza?"

Frieza's dark lips stretched into a wicked smile, his eyes glittering with joy and a hint of something else that Vegeta could have swore was eagerness, like a child who knew a secret but refused to reveal the whole truth. "I believe that you need a well-deserved break, Vegeta. You have done so much for my empire, and I want to repay you for your dedication to me."

Vegeta could feel his hair stand on end under his armor, his instincts flagging at Frieza's offer. If he still had his tail, Vegeta knew it would be puffed up and twitching with alarm. All Vegeta could do right now was clench his fist as he stood taller. "That is not necessary. You accepted me into your ranks when my planet was destroyed. That is repayment enough."

"But you need to loosen up is the problem. You are so uptight and it disgusts me. Luckily, you have earned an invitation to an exclusive party for the top elite." Frieza's chest rumbled with a high pitched giggle as his crimson eyes locked with Vegeta's. "I have no doubt that you will enjoy the show."

..............................................................................................................................

Vegeta pulled at the collar of his azure button up shirt as his dress shoes tapped on the metal floor. Frieza's servant left the shirt for him along with a suit jacket and dress pants the color of the onyx cosmos that he had explored for Frieza's conquests. The instructions to the club were tucked into the suit jacket, and based on the coordinates, the club was not meant to be found easily.

Curse Frieza and his damn orders, Vegeta thought as he realized just how uncomfortable and warm the outfit made him feel. His armor would have been perfectly fine to wear. Then again, Frieza must be hiding something if he wanted Vegeta to wear something that he felt was idiotic trash.

The hallway became darker and darker until the final curve led to two wooden doors guarded by none other than Zarbon and Dodoria, the magenta light from above almost creating halos above their heads. Vegeta scoffed as he stopped before them. "My, my, don't you two idiots make quite the pair. Are all the other qualified guards injured if Frieza had to resort to you?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow as the other two glared at him.

"Shut it, Vegeta," Dodoria barked. "You should feel honored to be stepping foot into this club. Where's your invitation?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Are you blind?! It's right here!" Vegeta shoved the piece of paper into Dodoria's chest, not even waiting for him to check it before shoving past the guards and entering the room. Vegeta could feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the room, his face flushing from anger and confusion. The whole club was decorated in white marble floors and purple wood stained walls, amethyst stones etched into the tables and the bar's counter top. Several of Frieza's top men were here, each one being served by various alien races that Frieza had conquered. It was the outfits that caught Vegeta off guard. Each worker had on tight outfits made from different styles and fabrics, but all of them were either a shade of purple or white to match Frieza.

To make matters worse, the tyrant in question had his own throne center stage to what Vegeta assumed was a performance area. The throne itself was a deep indigo with swirls of white stone dancing along the sides, and there were tables surrounding the throne for Frieza's favorite soldiers. Vegeta couldn't help but notice there was only one spot left.

"Ah there's the filthy monkey now~! We saved a special spot for you, Vegeta..." Frieza smirked as he swirled the wine in his glass cup, his dark fingernails tracing the edge as he took in Vegeta's rigid walk as he found his seat. "Not what you expected, hmm? I told you I would find a way to help you relax, and you better enjoy yourself. That is an order."

"Yes, Frieza." Vegeta mumbled as he took a few drinks from whatever the soldiers' had brought him. Damn rancid beer, Vegeta lamented to himself as he wiped his lips. Even with the loud music thumping throughout the club, Vegeta tried to address Frieza. "With all due respect, Frieza, I do not understand your motives for inviting me to this club. Places like this are not meant for high classes warriors like me."

Frieza laughed so hard that some of his wine spilled onto one of the soldiers below him, but he was too pleased with himself to notice. "You'll eat those words, Vegeta. I have a special guest that will make this place feel like home!"

Home? Now that made Vegeta nearly spit out his drink. What in the hell did he mean by home?

I'm not above a love to cash in

The music from the speakers faded until there was nothing but the eager energy from the crowd and a single lilac spotlight shining down onto the stage. An announcer stepped out onto the stage, a wide yet fake smile stretched across their face. "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to another show at the Violet Underground! Tonight, we have one of the club's top performers here for your entertainment. Without further ado, here is none other than Y/N!"

The person that stepped through the curtain and took the place of the announcer was clad in a tight purple outfit, a white heart decorating the opening near their chest and matching thigh high pearl boots that echoed through the room with each step they took. Their eyes and lips were expertly done up with purple and white makeup, making their dark eyes glimmer in the light despite the performer's discomfort with the makeup. It is true that they were beautiful, Vegeta could not deny that, but there was one part of their appearance that had Vegeta gripped with fear. It was their brown tail that swished as they walked that automatically revealed that this performer named Y/N was a Saiyan just like him. While Vegeta gritted his teeth and wondered how it was possible for another Saiyan to survive the desolation of their planet, Frieza's soldiers and the others in the crowd were already spewing flirtatious comments towards Y/N.

Another lover underneath those flashin' lights, Another one of those ruthless nights, yeah, yeah, yeah

As the tempo of the song started to pick up, Y/N's body moved to the rhythm with expert precision. Vegeta could not help but become mesmerized by the sway of their hips and tail, the way their Saiyan muscles flexed with each bend and step, but at the same time, Vegeta could still feel the anger building in the pit of his stomach. Vegeta could barely hear his own thoughts over the loud music and shouts from the crowd. How the hell did a powerful Saiyan warrior become a performer for such a beastly crowd?

I shoulda guessed that this would happen

Y/N was wondering the same thing. They did not ever see themselves performing in a skin tight outfit in front of soldiers that would storm the stage if not for Frieza keeping them at bay. This was not the job that they were promised. Before every performance as Y/N put on the outfit that matched Frieza's colors, the memories of their first meeting always flashed through their mind.

"You must be the filthy monkey that my men captured trying to flee from the rest. Still, you do appear to be quite strong."

Y/N kneeled before Frieza, who was lounging in his throne as the tip of his tail flicked lazily side to side. They were bloody and beaten, the cuffs digging into their wrists, and yet they couldn't help the growl that escaped from their throat. "When I get out of these cuffs, I will kill you myself! Just like the weaklings before me!"

Frieza tilted his head as he smiled and let out a sinister laugh. "My, my, you are quite a feisty one. My men have told me about the fight that you put up, and I believe that you would be the ideal candidate for a new fighting squad I'm creating."

Y/N's face relaxed slightly at the comment, but they remained hesitant at first. "What is this fighting squad you speak of?"

I shoulda known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes, Spewin' all your red-hot lies, yeah, yeah, yeah

"It's called D.A.N.C.E., and only the strongest warriors have learned to master it." Frieza had to take a sip of his wine to keep from laughing at his own deviousness. He knew that the younger Saiyans would always pounce at the chance to fight without knowing all the details, but to fall for something like this was astoundingly foolish. He slowly rose from his seat and walked to stand inches in front of Y/N. He bent at the waist so he could stare down at them. "So, do we have a deal, Monkey?"

What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself

Not knowing any better, Y/N had eagerly accepted the deal that would allow them to keep fighting, and more importantly to keep living long enough to kill Frieza and make him pay for what he has done. Their eagerness and lack of questioning led them to here, where D.A.N.C.E. meant dancing for soldiers and doing whatever it took to keep them and Frieza entertained. At first the news made Y/N sick, and yet they knew that if they did not perform they would be killed, and so they did whatever Frieza ordered.

Vegeta let his eyes flicker over to Frieza who was sitting beside him, trying his best to not launch himself out of his seat and punch the pale alien in the jaw. He could tell that Frieza was enjoying the performance, despite his hatred towards the Saiyan race. Frieza's tail swayed back and forth in the same pattern as Y/N's hips, his blood-colored eyes appearing darker as he took in their figure. Vegeta even caught him liking his lips as he took another sip of his wine. The other soldiers were no better as they shouted and whistled, some of them even shifting in their seats as they resisted the urge to move and disobey Frieza. Y/N knew all of this was happening, and yet they appeared unbothered by it all. In fact, they were somehow relishing in the behaviors around them.

'Cause I know you're poison, You're feeding me poison

Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow, Up your Poison, I made my choice, and

Y/N had accepted their mistake long ago, otherwise it would have torn their spirit apart. The only way to win this game was to play the role that was expected of them, or what Frieza expected from them. Whether that meant flirting with the Lord or his underlings, practicing new performances and moves until their muscles ached, or wearing these awful outfits that made their skin crawl: all of it worked as steps towards ending Frieza's reign. Y/N realized that if this was going to work they had to pretend like they were enjoying themselves.

Every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow

The beat of the song dropped, and along with it Y/N's body dropped to the floor of the stage as they seductively crawled towards Frieza. Y/N could feel a shiver as the cold stage clawed at their skin, but this new move was worth it as Frieza's eyes widened along with his smile, his tail flicking faster in a more predatory way. Frieza had never done anything to Y/N, but they were not naive to ignore the strength and power he had. All it would take is one word and they would be done for. As the soldiers became more rowdy and vulgar, Y/N tried to focus on only Lord Frieza, knowing that he would enjoy the attention. How could they have been diminished to such humiliation?

Frieza leaned over to speak to Vegeta, his voice reaching a higher pitch so he could be heard over the song. "Even though they may be a monkey like you, Vegeta, I would not hesitate to take them in this room right here and now. No one would stop me, either."

Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Anyway you want me, baby, That's the way you got me

I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

Someone new caught Y/N's attention. They had never noticed this soldier at Frieza's club before, and he seemed like he was hating every second of this act. Y/N swiftly moved back to a standing position as they swished their hips and moved to the opposite side of the stage while the song moved on to the second verse. They were curious to get a better look at this new patron, and there was something else that drew Y/N to them. Why did that dark hair look so familiar?

Then it hit them. Y/N recognized the man as none other than Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. Y/N thought that all of the royalty from Planet Vegeta were dead, or at least that is what Frieza had told them. Y/N could find themselves smiling at Vegeta instinctually as the happiness of finding familiarity in one's own people returned to them. Despite the smile, Vegeta could barely look at Y/N, and any time he did look it seemed laced with infuriation. Was he mad at them for ditching their Saiyan heritage and fighting spirit? That was far from the case, and Y/N could feel this man's anger seep into her own movements. Y/N leapt down from the stage and strutted with purpose across the room, thinking about ways to prove this arrogant prince wrong.

I got so good at bein' untrue, I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear

Y/N had never left the comfort of the stage before, and it became harder to ignore the comments that were being thrown her way. "Why don't you come over here, doll?", and "I bet that Saiyan stamina would be great in the bedroom" were just a few of the comments that Y/N heard. They pushed the comments away and made it their mission to catch Vegeta's attention.

I disassociate, disappear, yeah, yeah, yeah

The dark-haired man noticed Y/N approaching, and they made sure to swish their tail more obviously for him. He was handsome, and Y/N made a risky move by running their hand along his jaw as they passed him. Vegeta curled defensively into the other side of his seat, but he could feel the warmth creeping up his neck at the attention. Y/N could tell that he had him in the palm of their hand now, so they gracefully stepped up onto Vegeta's table and grabbed his drink from him. Y/N smirked as they drank what little bit of the alcohol was left, shocking Vegeta and spurring on the others at the table.

So far beyond difficult, To resist another gulp

Y/N felt the moves come more freely to them as they danced on the table and never broke eye contact with Vegeta. This was a move that could cost them their life, and Y/N could feel the daggers that Frieza was staring into them. Y/N did not dare to look at Frieza yet, and instead they twirled around and showed off their tail with pride. Vegeta, on the other hand, could only sit back and watch. He wanted nothing more than to leave, but that would mean committing treason against Frieza and risking both of their lives. How could a performer, someone who threw away their self-respect so quickly, cause Vegeta's heart to skip a beat?

Yeah I know it's poison, You're feedin' me poison

I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow, Up your poison, I made my choice, and

Y/N decided to spare a glance towards Frieza, and while they could tell that he was pissed, he also seemed amused. Was he getting off on the fact that two Saiyans were before him, predicting that they may team up in the future to escape? Y/N felt that deep down they should play it safe and return to the stage, but they were sick of being confined to a fake performance that was not who they were. They were a warrior, and they were going to show it through their rebellion. Y/N grabbed another bottle from the table, not even stopping as they took a drink and maintained eye contact with Vegeta. They knew they shouldn't be drinking while performing, but at the same time, they stopped caring about the logistics after the first sip.

Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow

Vegeta, upon realizing what Y/N was doing, made the choice to have a little fun of his own. If Frieza wanted him to loosen up, or lose his cool due to the Saiyan performing for him now, then he would follow the orders to a T. Vegeta smirked as he leaned back in his seat, resting his arms behind his head and playing into the role that Y/N wanted him to set. Y/N watched Vegeta closely, seeing what else he would do. Vegeta raised his hand and made a slow twirling motion, and Y/N eagerly followed the signal to spin for him as their purple suit shimmered in the stage lighting. For once in the entire time that Y/N had been stuck on this planet, they finally felt proud of the performance they were giving. It felt natural.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, anyway you want me, baby, That's the way you got me

I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

The song reached its final cord, and Y/N struck a lasting pose as they remained on the table. Soldiers and servers alike clapped for them, but it was Vegeta's claps that felt like the best praise. Y/N smiled at him, a genuine smile not stitched with forced flirtations, and their tail happily moved from side to side. Vegeta offered his hand to help Y/N down from the table, and just before Y/N could reach out to him, something jerked them off balance.

Frieza had wrapped his tail around Y/N's waist, the pearl colored appendage coiling around their body like a python ready to squeeze the life from it's prey. Frieza lifted Y/N up with ease as they gripped his tail for fear of being dropped. Vegeta shot out of his chair as it clashed to the floor, the other soldiers pulling out their weapons and pointing them at the new hostile target. Frieza placed Y/N in his lap, his tail moving higher up their chest to curve around their throat and giving a light squeeze. Vegeta could tell that Y/N was not comfortable with Frieza's advances, but if he moved, he would be killed without hesitation.

Poison, I'm drownin' in poison

I'm filling up my glass but it's always hollow

Frieza tilted his head to peer down at Vegeta, loving how angry he looked at the thought of him stealing one of his own. Frieza's eyes narrowed as he chuckled and tightened the grip of his tail, causing Y/N to let out a gasp. "Easy now, Vegeta. A monkey like you should remember his place, and this monkey belongs to me~," Frieza turned back toward Y/N and licked a stripe across their cheek, the contact causing Y/N's nose to crinkle in disgust as they jerked their head the other way.

"If they are your property, then why do you waste their potential?! Why not put their skills to a better use?" Vegeta shouting at Frieza in front of the others could have been a death sentence, but the twinge of a feeling deep in his gut told him to protect his own. Afterall, Y/N did have the build of the Saiyan warriors he used to train.

Frieza perked up at Vegeta's outburst. He let his tail relax as it unwove from Y/N's body, but he kept a strong hand placed tightly on their waist. Y/N winced at the contact and knew it would leave bruises the next day. "Well, Vegeta, what better use could they have than this?"

Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison

Vegeta relaxed at Frieza's willingness to listen, something that he did not do often. "Let me train them for you so they can become another warrior for your ranks," Vegeta offered. Frieza waved his hand, and the other soldiers lowered their guns. Vegeta took that as a sign to continue. "You lost a lot of great soldiers on the last mission, and I have no doubt that Y/N here could do the work of all those soldiers if not more under my guidance." Vegeta swallowed as he quickly glanced at Y/N, whose eyes were pleading to be set free.

Frieza shrugged. "The idea has potential, but we will speak more on this tomorrow. For now, have a few more drinks and enjoy yourself. You'll know my decision when we meet again."

Y/N's head hung low, their eyes watering as they tried to blink the false hope away. They looked up at Vegeta one last time as he went to leave, and the look in his eyes seemed more certain than their own. If Vegeta is as strong as Y/N remembered, maybe he could set them free, or they would both die by Frieza's hand.

Wish I had somethin' to live for tomorrow

[beneathstarryskies]

I just want your innocence (vegeta x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,105

Summary: After discovering Vegeta is a virgin, you decide to make a move.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, loss of virginity

@actuallysaiyan @carnal-lnstinct MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE VIRGIN!VEGETA PROPAGANDA HAS ARRIVED

The conversation arose one day when you were hanging out at Bulma’s house. Somewhere along the line, Krillin began talking about a horrible date he’d been on recently. Everyone had laughed about that, and swapped stories about their times in the dating world. It had been Bulma who mentioned the milestone of losing one’s virginity.

You remember your first time with semi-fondness. It had been a sweet teen fling, but of course it hadn’t been all that satisfying with all the fumbling hands and worried questions. An awkward silence hung in the air as everyone relived their first time in their minds. Bulma seemed to be the only exception, as she batted her eyelashes at Yamcha and bragged about how sweet he was to her. You’d faked a gagging motion, while Krillin teased Yamcha over his romantic nature. 

“How old were we then, Yamcha? 18? 19?” 

Yamcha scratched the back of his head nervously and chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bulma. I was definitely younger than that.” 

“How? You couldn’t even look at me when we first met!” Bulma chastised him, and Krillin laughs too before turning to fill you in on how hopeless Yamcha was with girls. 

It was then Vegeta made his untimely entrance, freshly showered after a long day of training in the gravity chamber. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and his mouth opened to ask Bulma about more clothes. Before a word could come from his mouth, Bulma is turning to him with such a mischievous smirk he seemed to be mortified in anticipation of what was to come next. 

“What about you, Vegeta?” she ask, “Who was the unlucky lady or guy who took your v-card?” 

“My-WHAT?” Vegeta’s brow twitched and you swear the vein in his forehead is becoming visible. 

“Your virginity, duh,” Yamcha added, never missing the chance to one-up Vegeta. Although you felt it was a cheap shot to do so when Vegeta was faced with earthly terms he obviously wouldn’t know. 

You hadn’t expected Vegeta’s reaction. All the color seemed to drain from his face, and his shoulders went slack as he tried to fumble for an answer. His angry facade returns quickly. 

“And who are you to ask something so intimate of the prince of all-”

“Virgin,” Krillin chortled. 

“Excuse me?” Vegeta’s voice booms through the living room. “A prince does not kiss and tell!” 

“Definite virgin,” Bulma agrees. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Vegeta! You’ll meet the right person when the time comes.” 

Still, she leans into Yamcha and giggles against his shoulder. Your brows furrow as everyone continues having a good laugh over Vegeta’s predicament. The prince himself is so stunned his jaw hangs open and his face is beet red. You gently kick Bulma under the table, raising your brows so she’ll cut it out. Her face is red, but she’s trying not to giggle anymore. You know she’s had something of a fixation on Vegeta since he moved here, and they’ve certainly butted heads. Still, treating him this way was wrong. 

“Vegeta, you don’t have to say anything,” you say finally. 

“Tch! I know that, woman!” 

He stomps off, mumbling something under his breath. You watch with a sinking feeling in your stomach. When you consider how Vegeta had spent most of his life under Frieza’s thumb, it’s really not all that surprising he hasn’t experienced intimacy. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but the rest of the group began to laugh among themselves as soon as he was gone. 

“Maybe if he cracked a smile every once in a while,” Yamcha chuckled. 

“He doesn’t even have to smile,” Bulma sighs. “If he’d just be a little nicer.”

Finally, you excuse yourself from the group. They all try to call for you, trying to get you to stay. You find Vegeta’s room and knock shyly on the door. At first, he doesn’t answer, but when you knock again he sighs softly and tells you to come in. 

He’s surprised to see you of all people opening his door shyly. He’s still wearing only a towel and in your presence, he straightens his previously defeated demeanor. You close the door behind you before flicking the lock and smile at him softly. 

“I’m sorry about them,” you say as you walk across the room. You sit down on the bed beside him. 

“Hmph.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” you sigh softly. “I understand if you’re angry with me-” 

“You didn’t do anything,” Vegeta sighs. 

“I know, but…It still wasn’t right for them to say those things.” 

You reach over to take his hand, trying to get up the nerve to say more. Vegeta scoffs and pulls his hand away from you. Your heart hurts, but you scoot a little closer. 

“Vegeta, can I ask…why?” 

“Ugh, ‘why’ what? Don’t be so vague, woman!” 

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You could try not yelling at me. Plus, y’know I have a name.” 

“Whatever,” he growls. “Just get to the point.” 

“Fine,” you huff. “Why are you still a virgin?” 

“Tch. That’s a stupid question,” he rolls his eyes. “I just never had time. There’s no time for silly romance when you’re taking over planets.” 

“So? You’ve been on earth for a while now.” 

He looks away, “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to fuck anyone who spreads their legs.” 

“Ah, so you are romantic! Is there someone you like?” 

His cheeks heat up and suddenly he can’t even look at you. Of course, you of all people would ask him that. He does find it sort of cute that you’re so oblivious. You scoot closer to him, your eyes trailing down his chiseled profile to settle on his lips. 

“You can tell me,” you say. “I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Is that so?” he chuckles. 

“Yeah! I promise. I’ll keep it a secret!” 

Vegeta doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to you quickly and presses a rough, slightly clumsy kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, the knowledge settling over you suddenly that you must be the one he likes. You giggle before leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers run through the tufts of dark hair spiking out from the nape of his neck. Vegeta shudders from the affection. It’s so unknown and foreign to him, but he can’t get enough. He leans forward, effectively pushing you back until you hit the bed, and then he’s hovering over you. Soft, wet lips eagerly find yours again. His hands cautiously rest on your waist, just below the curve of your tits. 

He growls softly when your tongue drags against his bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. His lips part and his tongue meets yours in a sensual caress. As soon as he feels that, his mind goes to incredibly lewd places about where else your soft, warm mouth would feel so good. His cock hardens almost instantly, and he presses his hips against yours. He relishes the sweet little moan you let roll through your throat when you feel his cock pressed against you. You both are flustered with your lips swollen from heated kisses and hearts pounding. 

“I could be your first. If you’d like…” you trail off shyly when you spot the smirk on Vegeta’s face. He kisses your lips quickly before moving along your jawline. 

“Naughty little thing,” he whispers. “You came here just to be the first to have the mighty prince between your legs.” 

You try to protest, but you know his words ring true. You wanted him, but you didn’t want it to seem like sympathy sex. You’d been interested in Vegeta for a while. Somehow knowing of his inexperience almost made him seem more approachable to you. Although if you’d known the truth of his feelings, you would’ve made a move much sooner. 

For all of his big talk, Vegeta begins to feel nervous as he sits up on the bed and begins to undress you. You help him when he fumbles, which to most would be comforting but only hurts his pride even more. He doesn’t even know how to properly undress a woman, how is he ever going to pleasure you like a prince should? He can’t help noticing how your excitement never wavers even when you have to take off your own bra. Instead, once you’re nude you seem to hunger even more for his touch. You pull him close again for another sloppy, excited kiss. Your hands are all over him, taking in every dip and curve of his muscular physique. He grunts when you near the base of his back where that small tuft of fur is all that remains of his tail. He shudders as your fingers run through the fur. 

“Don’t touch me there,” he growls. 

“Sorry,” you pull your hand away. “I didn’t know.” 

Vegeta scoffs quietly but returns to his previous mission of kissing every inch from your neck to your chest. You moan softly, making his heart feel like it’s going to pound right through his chest. He’s not sure he can take it slow any longer. He rips the towel from his waist and tosses it aside. You spread your thighs for him to slot between. 

“I’m going to do it now,” he says awkwardly. You stifle a giggle.

“Okay, uhm, do you need me to help?” 

“No! I know how to do it, woman!” 

You arch your brow at him, but maybe he does know. He does have access to a computer here, after all. You wouldn’t doubt if he’s watched some porn in the dead of night. He presses his cockhead to your slit and rubs it between your folds. Your arousal makes his cock feel slick. Every time he hits your clit, you’re more and more excited to feel him inside of you. You pretend not to notice him look down to make sure he has the right hole before pushing the tip into you. Just from that, his head is spinning. 

By the time the head pushes through the tight ring of your entrance, his balls feel so unbearably tight he wonders if he should stop. His head falls forward, just barely missing yours, and he pants heavily. His grip on you is so hard you’re sure to have bruises. He’s tense above you. 

“Are you okay, Vegeta?” you ask as you stroke his cheek. He can’t even answer. 

He just nods before pushing the rest of his cock into your warm, wet walls. He can’t believe how good it feels as you squeeze so snugly around him. His cock is already throbbing. He doesn’t know if he can stand to move an inch. Yet you’re lying there, so expectantly. Your fingers run through his hair, and your eyes are so heavy with lust as you look up at him. 

He thrusts once, twice, then stops. His heart is racing and his cheeks are burning. Your walls flutter so well around him, he feels like a blubbering fool. You reach down to grab his ass, gently nudging him to keep going. He growls as he thrusts two more times. On the fifth thrust, he cries out and his body curls into yours. He holds you close as he sloppily thrusts thick shots of cum into you. The pleasure of his orgasm is more intense than anything he’d ever felt before and more satisfying than any battle he’s ever fought. 

It’s only when he comes down from his high, that’s he absolutely mortified by what he’s done. He growls as he pulls out of you, and recedes completely. He covers up with a blanket, too embarrassed by the sight of his half-hard cock still leaking with the remnants of his arousal to keep it revealed for your eyes. After all of his bragging, and he didn’t even make you finish. He’s quite sure he didn’t even get you close. He feels like a joke. 

“Damnit, woman!” he growls. “Why didn’t you tell me…?” 

“Tell you what?” you giggle softly before crawling over to him, pressing tentative kisses on his shoulder. 

“That it would feel so good! A warning would’ve been nice.” 

You roll your eyes before pressing his hand to your pussy, still leaking with his seed, “Yeah, I could say the same.” 

He scoffs, but can’t completely pull his hand away. He finds himself pushing the cum back into you with his fingers almost by instinct. You kiss his shoulder again, then bravely kiss his lips. 

“The good news, is that we can do it again.”

Vegeta softens up. He certainly likes the sound of that.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Can i request sfw prompt 1 with vegeta. But instead of it being vegeta's shirt can it be s/o's baggy hoodie that vegeta borrows?

#1- "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

author's note: i love vegeta in casual clothes. i want nothing more than to see him in a henley shirt 🤤

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, vegeta being a lil shit

Getting Vegeta out of his armor and into casual clothes was a gradual thing. Despite it being the uniform of his past as a slave and the reminder of his genocidal deeds, it was comforting for him as the only constant he'd ever had his entire life. At any moment he'd be ready to fight, and that damn standard issue Frieza Force fit could handle it, with its ability to stretch at any size and to a certain extent, it could tank most hits without damage.

But sometimes it's laundry day, and it's not like he's got many pairs of armor tucked away. And as proud as he is of his body, he's humble enough to not walk around Bulma's place in the nude.

He's not above stealing, however.

You hum softly as you pull your laundry out of the dryer, rubbing your fingers and thumb together through Vegeta's skin-tight Saiyan suit. It's been hanging to dry since your clothes finished washing, and you've begun a routine of washing Vegeta's clothes with yours. It isn't like he's got much to make a full load anyway, and you can't recall ever seeing your sister do her own laundry.

With another hum, you drape his armor over your basket of clothes and begin the trek upstairs. Your room is right across the hall from the Saiyan's, so you simply hang the suit on the door and knock before stepping into your bedroom. With a sigh and a heave of the basket, you look at the arduous task for several minutes before starting.

Folding. Fuck folding.

"Bulma! Vegeta!" You shout through cupped hands. "Dinner's ready!" Bulma's door opens quickly with your older, adoptive sister practically jumping down the stairway.

"Thank god, I'm starving. Smells like steak?"

"Surf 'n turf." You nod, glancing back in the direction of the stairs. "He better hurry, 'cuz he's gonna be mad if he misses this, with all the meat I made."

"His loss!" Bulma shrugs, piling the delicious meal you've prepped onto her plate, her hip propped to the countertop as she starts eating. Despite Bulma's uncaring attitude, after your plate is fixed up you set aside the rest for Vegeta. It's a hefty portion, and after living with him for a year, you've figured out the sweet spot for the prince's hunger; any less than the three steaks, two bags worth of shrimp, plus the rest of the fixins and Vegeta would have a pouty, princely tantrum.

"You baby him, y'know." Bulma says before biting into her steak.

Your eyes cut at her sharply, annoyed as you sip on your tea. "You built him a special training room."

"You cook for him!"

"I cook for you!"

"You do his laundry!"

"You bought him the clothes I wash!"

"He's wearing your hoodie!"

"You- He what."

Bulma smirks, lazily flicking her fork in the incoming prince's direction. Sure enough, he's wearing your favorite hoodie as he strides to the kitchen. It's an old one from your teenage years with a worn Nirvana logo on it. The thing has always been like a safety net; its large size has allowed you to sort of "hide" whenever your nerves have gotten to you.

But on Vegeta, it's perfect. He fills it out how it's meant to, the black fabric making him look so snugly. It's odd, seeing him so… Soft? His rippling muscles are entirely covered, and his sharply narrowed eyes lose their bite. You point to the leftover platter, pleased with his nod of thanks. Bulma hides a giggle behind her palm, eyes openly ogling Vegeta's ass in those jeans while he walks the platter to the table.

"Stop that!" You whisper, throwing the salt shaker at her. It doesn't dissuade your sister, however, and she merely throws the shaker right back. You catch it, sticking your tongue out and looking to Vegeta as he tears into his mini feast.

"Is that my hoodie?"

"I dunno." Vegeta shrugs. You blink slowly, glancing at your sister and then back to the Saiyan prince.

"Where did you even get it from?" You swear it was-

"In your closet."

b r u h

"Then… It would be mine."

"Hm." Vegeta finishes his food, politely moving the dishes into the sink and washing his hands. "I'll be training."

His knuckles ghost over your knee as he leaves, a thrill of warmth sent up all the way to your neck. Bulma, at the very least, has the courtesy to wait for Vegeta's footsteps to recede upstairs before laughing loudly at you.

"You so have a thing for him!"

"Shut UP, Bulma!" Jaw tightened and brows furrowed, a dish towel's suddenly in her face while you stomp upstairs. Embarrassment ebbs at your skin, cheeks hot and flustered goosebumps littering your arms and legs. Of course you're interested in Vegeta; a strong, handsome man in your home?? That you take care of?? You'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not take interest.

You're suddenly met with a brick wall, though when you see that bright blue another wave of embarrassment showers over you. Naturally you'd run directly into your crush at a time like this.

How is he so SOLID-

"Here." Vegeta murmurs, looking into your eyes so directly he can probably see your brain short out and stop working. If he did, though, he doesn't indicate it and gently drapes the folded hoodie over your shoulder, his knuckles brushing your skin again.

Without another word, Vegeta departs for his training session. You gnaw on your lip and carefully hold the sweatshirt, the scent of his body wash lingering on it. You hold it to your nose and quickly scurry into your bedroom before Bulma catches you.

"WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD?!"

You flinch, side-eyeing your shivering sister with a look that could kill and pass her a cup of hot cocoa. "Because it's the dead of winter, eleven at night, and you broke the goddamn heater. I can't believe you don't know anything HVAC related, and more than that, I can't believe you fucked with it not knowing what to do!"

"Oh, you can bet your ass I'm gonna be an expert by the end of the week! And excuse me for trying to make it work in my bedroom!"

All you can muster is an eye roll, tuning out Bulma's incessant blabbering and shiver as you prepare your own cocoa. Your sleeves are long, but the thin fabric wasn't doing you any favors. Bulma, all bundled up and even sporting an orange beanie with a blue pom on top, tugs at your thin top. "You're gonna freeze, girl."

"I can't find my hoodie." Your fingers twirl a spoon between them as the marshmallows melt in the cocoa.

"You have more." Bulma narrows her blue eyes suspiciously.

"That one's my favorite. It's big and warm and soft." Your lips curl into a pout.

"Mhm, sure. Or is it that it's been occupied by a sexy-"

"Who the hell turned the air on?" Vegeta asks as he strides into the kitchen, in dark sweatpants and wearing your hoodie once again. Sometimes it feels like this is the only room you see him in.

"Bulma broke the furnace." You cut your eyes to her again, sticking your tongue out when she flips up her middle finger at you.

"Of course." Vegeta rolls his eyes, accepting the cup of cocoa you quickly make up for him. His fingers graze yours, but he's frowning and seems not to notice the action. "You have goosebumps."

"Ah, it's cold?"

"Where's your jacket?"

"Where's my jacket?"

"You deaf?"

"I- No."

"Hm. Here." Vegeta pulls off your hoodie, and the chill in the house dispels in an instant.

Your sister's eyes damn near bulge out of her head at Vegeta's naked torso. While her face slowly turns red, Vegeta opens up the hoodie and pulls it over your head and tugs it down, quieting your worries down before you can voice them. "Saiyans are more hot-blooded than humans; I'll be fine."

Your mouth is bone-dry and you probably haven't blinked since the second that hem started going up. "Uh… I, ah… T-Thanks."

Vegeta takes a step back, picking up his mug and looking directly into your eyes while he takes a sip. "Mhm."

What the fuck. Why is he so hot.

Bulma's baby blues flick between you and Vegeta, her mouth parted enough to catch flies. "What the hell is going on here."

"Stay warm tonight." Vegeta keeps his eyes trained on you, shifting away before pausing his movements. "Make those hashbrowns with the eggs and bacon in the morning."

"Yes sir." You nod dumbly, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. What the hell was that about??

"G'night, ladies." Vegeta murmurs before strutting back out, a satisfied smirk on his lips when he feels two pairs of eyes on his toned back.

"If you don't get a piece of that when he's literally putting himself on a platter…" Bulma warns lowly, already thinking of potential baby names. "I fucking will."

You scoff and dump what remains in your mug, "Shut up. He's just after food."

"You are so dumb." Bulma pulls off her beanie and fans herself. "He's been giving you fuck-me eyes for months and I am siiiiiiiick of it."

"I-" You cheeks heat up and you pull your hood up, hiding your face in it.

"Uh-uh! Own it! Hot space alien has the hots for you!"

"You don't know that!"

"Yes I do. He wants you to stay warm in his-"

"Bulma Briefs!"

Your sister leaves the room after a quick kiss to your temple, cackling all the way upstairs while you childishly rub the smooch away. Your thoughts wander while you do an inventory of the fridge, wondering if Bulma's words really do hold any weight to them. Yes, Vegeta has been… Bold. His smoldering gaze sets you ablaze every time he looks your way, and more and more you're noticing him looking at you, touching you…

Wearing your hoodie whenever he feels like it.

Perhaps she's onto something, but that'll be dealt with later, as it's midnight and he's already said his goodnights. But as you set your hand on the doorknob to your room, Vegeta's door opens up. Cursing softly, you turn your head to give him one more goodnight.

There's a pause, your eyes locked and the tension becoming more charged with each passing second. He's thrown on a dark Henley since going back to his bedroom, and it is entirely unfair for half-covered forearms to look so damn good. "Um… You're up late." You grimace at yourself for the lame conversation starter, though Vegeta seems not to care.

"Training room is broken."

"Bulma's gonna tear you a new one."

"And all I have to do is take off my shirt and she'll shut up."

Devious bastard.

"Good… Good point." You bite into your lip and curl your hand around the fabric of your sleeve, pulling it to your lip while cutting eye contact with the handsome prince.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"... A little bit."

Those bulky arms cross over his muscled chest and he smirks at you like he's gotten prey in his cross hairs. "I suppose it makes sense." He leans in closely to you, your chin soon between his fingers so he can make you look at him. A soft, sharp inhale sucks in between your lips, Vegeta's smirk widening. "A bad man living right across the hall… That'd make anyone nervous. But that's not why you're nervous."

"Vegeta…"

His arms box you in, hands firmly planted on the painted wall and leaving you with no escape. "Ever had a man this close?"

"... No." The air is heavy around you, so thick you could cut through it with an eyelash curler. Vegeta's dark eyes flick down and then back at your eyes, and you could swear he looked at your lips. He inches even closer, his lips a whisper on your cheek before they meet your ear, his voice causing an involuntary shudder throughout your entire body; even your goosebumps get goosebumps.

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

"Vegeta?"

"Way I see it, you've got two choices. You can acknowledge me, let me down easy if you gotta, or…" He thumbs the hem of your sweatshirt. "You give this back."

"It's my hoodie!" You squeak. He's so close that when you turn your head, your nose bumps his. He's right there!

"You mean our hoodie?"

"I- You- We- Huh??"

"We're sharing it. End of."

"Well, what're you sharing with me?" Your lips curl into an adorable pout and you cross your arms with an annoyed eyebrow raised. Who the hell was he to make demands from you?? He was in your house you shared with Bulma, eating your food and living off of you and your sister entirely for free! Not to mention he'd tried to kill all of your friends!!!

"The hoodie."

"Of yours." You started rolling your eyes entirely too often when Bulma allowed him to stay here.

Vegeta smirks. "I have one thing in mind."

His lips are on yours, and in the morning when you're cooking his breakfast, he struts into the kitchen with a satisfied smirk and your old hoodie on once again. Bulma eyes you incredulously as she walks in, noticing how his hand rubs up the curve of your spine before running back down and gripping your rear.

"I told you so!"

[sundove88]

DBZ: Waves of Freedom Chapter 1: Where The Land Meets The Sea

Our story begins in the coastal city of Scalefall Bay, the very place where land and sea meet in perfect unison. But within the urban jungle, a tale of adventure and the pursuit of freedom will begin.

In a stuffy apartment near Scalefall Bay’s biggest company, Empire Oil Drilling Corporations, a young employee groggily sat up and walked over to the closet where a monochrome work suit lay. “Guess it’s time I start another day at work…”, he said to himself, taking out a hairbrush and combing through his jet black locks. Vegeta knew that this would be another work day at the oppressive Empire Oil Drilling Corps, with him straightening his tie for work and placing on his formal shoes, followed by him pacing out of the apartment he called home and onto the sidewalks.

But unbeknownst to Vegeta, miles off the coast of the city he dwelled in was something else entirely- a realm that even he couldn’t comprehend. For beneath the waves, a race of beings known as the merpeople lived in a society quite like our own, and if they ever felt like it, a merperson could shapeshift their tail into legs if they ever felt the need to walk the earth- and that’s exactly what one young merman decided to do. “Goku, Just please, be careful, and be back home soon, ok?”, said a mermaid as she flicked her tail, that being of a purple and gold Asian arowana fish, while her purple embroidered top flowed with the current. “Of course, Chi Chi! I’ll be back as soon as I can!”, Goku replied as he made his way to the surface from his home in the undersea city of Atlantis, his two sons waving goodbye to their father. “See you in a bit, dad!”, replied the older, Gohan as he placed down a waterproof book. “Bring back something from the surface!”, the younger, Goten, said as he picked up a hermit crab in his hands. Both of them shared their father’s sunset orange fins, and as their father breached the surface, he took in a moment to witness the morning sunlight bursting through the clouds. “Man, I’ve never been here before… and I’ve gotta pick up some stuff… but first, I’ve gotta find a place where I can shapeshift!”

Goku immediately spotted a safe area behind a large rock. As he concentrated on shapeshifting, an ethereal light enveloped him instantly, and he felt his tail split and instantly change into masculine human legs, as well as his clothing materializing into being. “Now that is better. Now to finally get some stuff for my family.”, he said as he laced up his shoes before heading into the fray as a human being. At the same moment, Vegeta was walking towards the headquarters of Empire Oil Drilling, pondering over what his future could be like. Another day at Frieza’s workplace… Man, if only he could give me a break for once! He thought to himself as he walked onwards into the black and white landscape. The scent of the nearby Seabreeze was the only thing keeping him sane that morning as he walked through the front doors of the building, not knowing he’d encounter someone who’d change his life for the better. Before he knew it, he was walking onto his office floor and sitting in a cramped office cubby with almost no room to spare, save for a window that provided a view of the nearby ocean, which made him long for the waves even more. In fact, Vegeta hated his job at Empire Oil Drilling Corps more than anything. He felt like a small fish trapped inside a fishbowl that was no way suitable for him, and he longed for the freedom that was the ocean.

After a very long and exhausting day at work, while everyone else went home to spend time with their loved ones, Vegeta immediately headed for the one place where he felt at home the most- the sea. When suddenly, he accidentally bumped into Goku, carrying various items for his family beneath the waves. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”, he snapped, before coming back to his senses. “Wait… who are you, and why have I never seen you before?”, Vegeta questioned. “Nevermind who they call me. I’ve gotta get home.”, said Goku as he made his way towards the water- with all of his clothes on! Vegeta watched in amazement as Goku stepped into the ankle deep water, placed the tote bags of his land finds aside, and the water around him immediately began to turn a golden color. Without warning, the golden water enveloped the young man in an instant, and he began to transform back into his true form. “Wait… What the hell’s going on…?!”, Vegeta replied, trying as hard as he could to block out the flash of light. As the young businessman watched, Goku’s clothes disintegrated into bubbles, his legs began to grow scales of orange, gold, and sunset, and his feet lost their shape and flattened into two perfect fins. As his entire lower body fused at the thighs and ended at the former ankles, there was no doubt that the man Vegeta had met mere moments earlier was a merman- and a real one at that. In a brilliant flash of light, the golden whirlpool dissipated, leaving Goku sitting in the ankle deep water with a gorgeous merman tail the color of the sky at sunset. Vegeta couldn’t contain his amazement. “Y-You’re a merman… A real merman!”, he cried.

At those words, Goku turned around in shock. Nobody had ever caught him in his merman form- until now. “Well, I guess it seems so!”, he said as he perched on a rocky outcrop, and Vegeta followed him towards it. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Vegeta, employee of Empire Oil Drilling Corps over there.”, replied Vegeta as he sat down on the damp rocks, not caring that his pants got soaked- he knew that they would dry out. “Well, the name’s Goku. I’m actually a merman from the Sector of Atlantis known as Mazu’s Harbor!”, replied the orange tailed siren as he stretched out his fishtail after many long hours of walking on land. “A-A merman, eh? Well, do you actually lure sailors to their deaths with your super awesome looks and clear voices?”, questioned Vegeta as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Hehe! You’re actually mixing us up with sirens. They do that more than we merpeople do.”, replied the merman as he flicked his fins in the afternoon sun. “And are you utterly obsessed with your own appearance, to say the least?”, Vegeta questioned again. “Well, it’s actually the humans who are more into that. We value others for who they are instead.”, Goku chirped as he dipped his tail in the water.

The conversation between them dragged on long until the sun began to set in the sky. “Well, I’d better get back home- Chi Chi’s not gonna be happy about me being gone for this long, and so are Gohan and Goten.” Goku said, taking the tote bags in his hands and immediately preparing to dive into the ocean. “Wait! Kakarot! Who are those people you mentioned?!” Vegeta shouted as his new friend resurfaced. “Those are my family members! And I hope that you can meet them one day!”, Goku said as he disappeared beneath the waves, his bright orange merman tail helping him cut through the water. Vegeta smiled as he looked towards the waves, then immediately went straight to his apartment. Unbeknownst to him, he would end up going through so much more than he thought.

Their encounter with each other was only just a small ripple that would grow into something that would change their lives forever.

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Five

"You'll be okay. I'll keep you safe." Broly's voice was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves as he whispered into my ear. I could feel my breathing hitch against his body, panic clawing its way into my chest as all I could do was tremble against him. I knew Frieza would be ruthless, either towards me or Broly. There were rumours of whatever happened to soldiers who tried to hide from Frieza deliberately to get away from him, the most famous being the Saiyan Prince Vegeta whom Frieza had recruited onto his squad after the fall of Planet Vegeta. There were only whispers of what happened to him, mere speculation. Nothing could prepare me for what he had in store for me.

"He'll kill me... Broly he's going to kill me," I managed to gasp out, my eyes were dry but the fear in my voice was palpable. I could feel Broly's calloused hands against my cheek, his fingers brushing any of my dark strands of hair that were against my face behind my ear, his touch comforted me amongst the chaos as he whispered into my ear,

"He won't lay a single finger on you. If he does, he'll have to go through me."

"You can come out now!" I heard Frieza demand, seeing his foot tap on the metal floor as his voice stabbed through the tension. "I've been very generous to come here off my own back to collect you, Captain, don't keep me waiting any longer."

"I don't want to go..." I whispered, clinging to Broly's presence for dear life. 

"Don't be afraid Flora," his reassurance was unwavering as he soothingly rubbed my arms. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you when you step out there. Be honest, tell him you want to step away from the force if that's what you truly want."

I knew with Frieza it would never be that simple, he would never let any soldier willingly leave his ranks, let alone his so-called "secret weapon". Broly supported me up to my feet, I gathered the strength to rise from the rubble. I tossed loose pieces of wood to the side as I brushed off the caked-up dirt that had built up on my clothes. I gingerly stepped out, every step was taken with caution as I was in full view of Frieza and the group of soldiers he had brought along for backup. His face was coated with glee, "I told you all! She survives! I was starting to think you had been killed, my dear. Now where have you been?"

Broly was slow to match my movements, reluctant in each step as he followed me. As I looked at my leader, I exhaled as I prepared a response. I knew in my heart that no response would be good enough. As soon as Broly was by my side, I was taken aback as Frieza's smile sourced the second he glanced at him. The truth was laid bare when Frieza outstretched his finger, crying out with a hiss "S-S-Saiyan!"

My head snapped around, I was swept with a feeling of disbelief. I felt my jaw drop open as I looked up at your newfound friend. A hint of disappointment laced my voice as I croaked, "You... you never told me you were a Saiyan, Broly."

Broly's sight lined up with mine as I heard him release a sigh, "Does it make you think differently of me?"

"Of course it will, you bumbling buffoon!" Frieza declared with a cold smile. "She was sent here to wipe out this repugnant rock and kill any of your filthy kind she could find! She's my best soldier after all..."

The same level of disappointment I felt could be matched on his face too. A hint of desperation filled his voice as he was quick to question me, "You... came here to kill me? Flora, why didn't you tell me?"

"Flora?" Frieza snarked as he broke out into laughter. "Oh come on, don't tell me. You've given her a little pet name. It'll make her killing you tug at my heartstrings."

As those words left his mouth, I looked up to Broly. His muscles pulsed as his hair flickered with a light green glow. You stood back, looking on as if you knew what was to come next. His eyes blazed bright with an intensity that matched the emerald hue his hair had turned. Without another word, he released a ferocious roar that shook the ground beneath us. I fell back as rocks began gravitating around his hardened body, his eyes set on Frieza. Quickly, Frieza's laugh faltered as he seemed to have realised the error of his mistake. In an instant, Broly lunged forward, his power surged beyond comprehension. The army of soldiers that surrounded us dropped their weapons quickly out of fear as Broly began to make quick work of them. In a similar fashion to what I had witnessed before, their bodies were thrown in all directions. Broken bones and screams filled the air. His attacks were so fast that I struggled to process what I was seeing. Out of the corner of my eye, I clocked Frieza cowering back towards the ship as he allowed his men to be pulverised. An outstretched finger called for retaliation against Broly, I could see the light forming at the tip. Without hesitation, I drew my blaster from the holster on my thigh. I kept my hand steady as I aimed, a strong laser blast colliding with Frieza's hand. The feared leader screamed out as I lost grip of the weapon, my hand shaking. His eyes pierced onto me, if looks could kill I would've already been 10 feet under the ground. I crawled back, and in clear vision, I could see it. I had shot Frieza's hand clean off. With his free hand, he gripped his wrist. His mouth foamed with an unbridled rage as he mouthed a single word.

"Traitor."

I breathed heavily as Frieza's ship door closed over, sharply, the ship taking off to leave Vampa behind. I knew it wouldn't be the last time we'd cross paths. As my head turned, I observed that Broly's power was unlike anything I had seen before. None of Frieza's men he had left behind proved to be a match for him and I could only watch on. The ground continued to shake, and the waters of Vampa in the surrounding lakes turned to harsh steam as Broly screamed out once more. Once he was done, he landed safely back on the ground. You clocked smaller ships in the sky, backup being sent out to finish the pair of us off. Broly, in his rage-fueled state, looked at me. His pupils were dilated, his breathing heavy as his fists stayed clenched. I bounced up off the ground and sprinted toward him, gripping his arm as I whispered to him.

"It's okay, I'm here. You're okay Broly. I'm here."

A faltered grip escaped his lips as his green aura gradually disappeared, returning him to his previous state. He panted heavily, looking down at me as tears began forming in his dark eyes. My attention was split between the fast-approaching entourage and Broly's saddened expression. My arm drifted down his swollen bicep to his hand, my fingers interlocking his as I clutched him in desperation. "I have an idea, I need you to run with me."

The pair of us raced through the wasteland, the direction we were heading in was all too familiar as it was the same path Broly had originally brought me down when he brought me to his shack. I allowed my focus to take over, leading the way through the wilderness as Broly stayed clutched in my grip, keeping his pace perfectly matched to mine. I didn't need to look back, I could hear the sounds of Frieza's men's ships landing where the shack once stood. Behind me, the air was filled with engine smoke and screams. Each step felt like a battle against my heart that pounded in my chest, the adrenaline coursed through my veins and encouraged me to move even faster. Broly kept his hand clasped in mine firmly, a feeling that anchored me and kept me grounded. I had to keep him safe.

The distant sound of the pursuit echoed, reminding me that danger was nipping at both of our heels. I wouldn't succumb to fear or pressure. With every stride, determination fueled my resolve and pushed me towards a familiar sanctuary, my cruiser that stayed parked where I had left it when I first landed on Vampa. We finally reached it, a beacon of hope for us amongst the desolation. A swift motion allowed the hatch to unlock as I attempted to usher Broly inside. He was resistant, staying dormant with hesitation as his eyes stayed locked on the path we had just taken. We could see hundreds of soldiers running on the very distant horizon. He let go of my hand, clasping a balled fist in his palm, the green glow flickering behind his dark eyes once again, "I can handle them Flora, I promise."

"No Broly, we need to leave now!" I urged, tugging him as I tried to pull him onto the ship. The engines began to hum as, with a sigh, Broly nodded and reluctantly joined me on board - the urgency in my voice seemed to persuade him. I climbed into my rightful place in the captain's chair, quickly pushing any buttons I needed to secure a quick and safe takeoff. In the back of my head, I knew what this onslaught meant. I had seen it so many times before. Broly sat beside me in what would've been a co-pilot's chair, looking around frantically as he took in the very alien surroundings.

As the ship roared to life, I directed it skywards, leaving behind the turmoil and destruction below. A rush of wind from the hull was a symphony of freedom. My hands stayed gripped on the wheels as I kept pushing forward, my eyes focused as we broke through the atmosphere. I once again was dancing amongst the stars, letting out a reluctant sigh and a laugh of pride. I looked to my right, seeing Broly clung to the armrests. The stars proved to be a canvas of endless possibilities and right now, the only thoughts I had were of securing Broly's safety.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, switching the ship to autopilot as it began to cruise gently.

"Y-yeah." he stuttered in response. He tried to relax himself back in the cushions of the seat. "It's just been a very long time since I've been on a spacecraft..."

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[justme068]

Hia, mr scary Hittie.

May i ask for a Frieza and Fused Zama stuff?

But reverse clothing :D

Frieza in kai robes and Zama in battle armor

Hello, and bet

When I saw "reverse cloths" this is what I thought

[heya-moth]

Dog Teeth (1-??)

Frieza x M!Reader

This is a little thing I'm going to write in and when i have time/ motivation

TW'S

Frieza is abusive, there is blood, there is swearing, and mention of death.

Summary

You are an alien solider serving on the Frieza force and Lord Frieza takes a strange liking to you

What is the reader?

You the reader are a species I made named the Stellargon, they're a matriarchal gladiator species. The reader is the only one left because frieza wiped your race out because they were interfering with his plans. You were a male gladiator who was Imprisoned for speaking out against Empress Malvoria Voidshard.

Word Count; 882

He regards you with disdain in his eyes; you're nothing more than a creature unworthy of the love and attention he bestows upon you. So, why does he bother? To him, you're little more than a chew toy.

"You're relieved of your post," Ginyu declares as he approaches. You nod and bow to both him and Lord Frieza before departing the throne room. The lord snorts in disappointment as you make your exit.

You serve as a Stellargon soldier for the Frieza Force, the last surviving member of your species, thanks to the tyrant himself. Stellargons are characterized by their dual-colored skin—shades of red, blue, green, white, and black—along with softer facial features and eyes. You, my dear, are a unique case among the Stellargons, labeled as an "angel." Angels are powerful fighters with a special form, and you wear power inhibitors to control this unique ability. This is why Frieza keeps you close, often drawing comparisons to the Saiyans.

The sterile metal flooring of the hallways echoes beneath your boots as you walk back to your quarters. Another grueling day in service to Frieza is behind you, and you look forward to unwinding until your next shift. The door to your quarters slides open with a metallic hiss from the hydraulics. While the room itself is unremarkable, at least it's your private sanctuary—something your acquaintances, if they could be called that, envy you for.

You shed your shoes, belt, chest plate, and shoulder pads, not bothering to change into fresh clothes. Lying down on your bed in only your undergarments, you gaze up at the ceiling, contemplating the path that brought you here. Reflecting on how Frieza discovered you in the dungeons for presenting as male and essentially abducted you before obliterating your homeworld into dust particles.

"Maybe I should've perished alongside my people," you hum before drifting off into a restless sleep.

Frieza scowled as he peered down at the screen before him. Shaking his head in disdain, he lifted his gaze to the subordinate standing in front of him.

"Take these reports back and don't return until you locate what I desire!" he commanded with a thunderous voice.

"Yes, my lord," the Grunt replied meekly, shuffling away and leaving Frieza in solitude. Frustration etched across his face, Frieza tapped his fingers against the desk while scrolling through the reports. Boredom plagued him—bored with the conquered planets and colonies, weary of the same grunts and soldiers. The insatiable itch for destruction gripped him once more.

"Tch," he scoffed, powering down the screen and rising from his seat. As he walked to the window, he gazed out into the vast sea of stars and uninhabited planets, contemplating which ones to obliterate for his own amusement.Yet, nothing stirred Frieza's interest — not a planet, nor the prospect of annihilating another feeble race could alleviate his boredom. His mind fixated solely on you, his favored plaything, a source of amusement to chew up and obliterate at his whim. Grinning at the thought, he snapped his fingers, conjuring a screen on the window.

"Alert the Stellargon, report to me immediately," Frieza commanded through the screen. The device chimed with a check mark, confirming the transmission. Content with his decision, Frieza smiled as he settled back into his seat, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

An alarm blared, rudely interrupting your slumber and jolting you awake. "God dammit," you muttered, swiftly changing into your armored uniform. Heading to your computer, you checked the source of the transmission. "Why is Frieza requesting me...?" you wondered aloud, securing your hair into a tight, high ponytail before departing. As you traversed the hallways leading to the throne room, you noticed your colleagues and peers glancing at you, exchanging hushed whispers. Though not uncommon, it still unnerved you. Had you angered the lord? Left your station in disarray? Perhaps a promotion was on the horizon? The latter, however improbable, lingered in your mind.

The doors to the throne room slid open, crashing closed behind you as you entered. "My lord," you greeted, bowing to Frieza, who bore into you with his deep burgundy eyes.

He gestured for you to approach with a crooked finger, and obediently, you walked toward him. "Roll your sleeve up," he commanded sternly. Perplexed, you complied, exposing the softer flesh of your right arm. Frieza seized your wrist forcefully and sank his teeth into your forearm. Pain surged through your arm from the bite and the vice-like grip on your wrist.

A sharp yelp escaped you, and instinctively, you attempted to pull your arm away, only intensifying his bite. His teeth pierced your flesh, and your light red blood spilled from the wound, creating a brutal tableau. Frieza released your arm, pulling away with blood staining his teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"Oooh Hohoho!" Frieza laughed, bringing his hand to his face. "You are weaker than I thought!" His laughter echoed as your arm twitched and bled.

Disbelief etched across your face as you tore fabric from your undershirt to fashion a makeshift tourniquet. Wincing and whimpering in pain, you questioned, "Wh... why did you do this?"

Frieza's tail flicked as he smirked. "Because I was bored, and you seemed like the perfect thing to bite," he declared, baring his teeth stained with your blood.

[pleasantspark]

Forever & Ever - Chapter One (Cold Cold Heart) Frieza x Fem! Frieza Race OC Genre: Horror/Romance(?) Tropes: Yandere Part of The F&E Series Warnings: Possessiveness, Frieza (Because he's a whole ass warning in of itself), Sexism, Forced Gender Roles, Misogyny, Internalized Misogyny, Stalking, Implied Offscreen Death, Death, Yandere Behavior, Canon Divergent, Impossible Logic, DBZ Logic, Forced Pregnancy (Offscreen), Abusive Relationships, Gaslighting, Toxicity AUs Utilized: Frieza Redemption Arc AU (Separate Arc, a COMPLETE different whatif) Frieza Race Overhaul Doc Used! Please check for it here: x

In her days of being on the run, Orion could have not guessed what she gotten herself into. She's been on the run from various planets starting when she saw the fearsome Frieza arrive on Old Namek. Morri told her about the danger that was going to happen and he allowed her to take a group of Namekians to flee the planet, and since then. She believed she was being watched.

Orion was born a Female Frieza Race, the last of her kind. She was sent away in a Pod that crash landed on Old Namek after her parents failed to send her to Earth and Morri decided to keep her around. She was pretty for her Race, unlike the traditional males of the Frieza Race, you can tell pretty well she was a female.

The two Namekians she was assigned bodygaurds had acted like her protectors. They travelled across the galaxies trying to find a place to accommodate themselves. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched... By someone...

That feeling only got worse as she arrived on Earth, the pod door opened and the Two Namekians that were assigned to her immediately fell on the floor for her to walk on them. She shook her head.

"You don't need to do that, Vio and Mint." She said, to the Namekians.

"It's what we're here for." Vio gruffs, and got up, Mint following after.

"Where are we?" Orion asked.

"Earth." Mint comments. Using his scouter to show a hologram of Earth. "The main inhabitants are creatures known as Humans or Earthlings."

Orion inspects the image and hums. "What does this Earth do, I concur?" She asked.

"...We shall find out." Mint then stops the Hologram and turned to the taller Namekian.

"Should we proceed to assess the area in case of any potential threats?" Mint asked.

"We are tasked to do so, lets. Miss Orion stay here." Vio said.

"Of course." Orion said. She watched as Vio and Mint went to check for any signs of danger, while Orion watched the landscape. It was pretty peaceful. But... The area was... Oddly quiet. She felt uneasy. She wanted to bolt out and find Mint and Vio. But she was told to stay put.

Eventually, minutes passed, and they hadn't returned, so she got away from the pod. And began to walk, before she knew it. She felt a cloth wrap her nose and mouth and she saw what seemed to be someone's manicured fingers clench around the cloth. She struggles and shushing was heard.

"Shh, shh. Be a doll and don't make this any harder, I don't want to clip a nail." A voice said.

Orion eventually went limp in the person's arms and her eyes fluttered.

In all of his years, the fearsome Frieza has been without a partner. He had no need for something trivial as that. He had done well without someone to bother him.

But... As the years passed and as the days passed and the seasons changed. He's gotten word on a... anomaly. A new development if you will. It was a... Female of his race? His father always told him the females have been dead for centuries and he had no hopes of extending the Frieza Races Genetics, and as King Cold died, he was left with the sinking despair of his species dying out due to the lack of females.

That is, until one of his spies found a Female Frieza Race on Old Namek and had followed them around so he had the grunt place a tracker on the Pod traveling through space. This led to the discovery of the female and her... Bodygaurds. So he devised a plan, a plan to take the female and finally make more of his species.

The female arrived to Earth and he took note that she was left behind, he ordered Zarbon to come and take her away. So here she was. Laying unconscious in a chair, tied to it. What a waste... A Waste of so many years. Just to find out the only female of his race was here the entire time. She was even more beautiful up close, he placed a hand under her chin and looked at her closely. Her eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Frieza she screams. She attempted to kick him away and Frieza looked unamused.

"Now, that's no way to treat your future mate." He would say, crossing his arms in disapproval. She blinked at him, looking around frantically.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"You're in your new home. Where else did you think you were at?" Sneered Frieza who was in his First Form, Orion squirmed and looked down.

"Please let me go... I need to go back to Vio and Mint..." Orion begs.

"No, how about this? You do realize how important you are, right?" Frieza asked, getting close to her face, "You're... The last of our race, a female. And as the only female of our Race, you are to provide me, and our entire race, a new lineage. That's all your good for... Breeding, and providing me a outlet for my desires."

Orion's eyes widened and she squirmed away. "What?! Are you nuts!? I don't want that!"

Frieza was getting frustrated, he was used to getting what he wants. And here she was, defying his wishes, usually when lower ranking soldiers defied him, he kills them on the spot. The only exception would be Zarbon and Dodoria, but he cannot kill Orion as she was the only female of his race left.

He stomped his foot, and growled. "You're being absolutely bratty! You're not giving into what I want! And as your superior I demand you to give me what I want!" Frieza shouts.

Orion felt uncomfortable.

"And if I want you to bear my children, you'll do as I say. And since I can't kill you, I can find other ways to ensure you listen, and if you don't... You'd wish you weren't born as a female in my own race."

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[duhragonball]

What do you think of the Saiyan's overall redesign in the DBS Broly Movie? Personally, I didn't like how they really stuck to that, "All Saiyans have black hair," thing. I thought the original King Vegeta and Saiyans surrounding him looked more interesting in DBZ. They even had a blonde guy when KV blew up those planets lmao (if only they knew)

I know the guy your talking about. He's from the flashback montage right before Vegeta dies.

Of course, his pal over there is rocking an SSJ4 Gingergeta look too, so this shot is pretty wild for a bunch of reasons. And then King Vegeta raises his hand and blows up three planets, including the one they're standing on, so I don't know what to make of that.

Anyway, as far as the hair color goes, the black-hair-only rule came from the scene where Vegeta disputes Trunks' claim to be a Saiyan, so the rule didn't exist back when DBZ Episode 86 was made. We can still interpret this in a few ways.

Vegeta was just stone cold wrong. I say this a lot, but it bears repeating: Most of what we know about Saiyans comes from Vegeta, but he's not an infallible source. There's bound to be things he doesn't know or couldn't know, and he probably still clings to a lot of propaganda fed to him in his youth.

The flashbacks aren't meant to be taken literally, and this could just be a coloring error in an otherwise consistent portrayal of the Saiyans.

The blonde guy could be a half-Saiyan like Trunks.

The blonde guy just likes to bleache his hair.

He's got some kind of medical condition that discolors his hair

Nonetheless, once Toriyama laid down the black hair rule, it appears to have been followed pretty closely, except...

Nion, one of the scientists in the nursery in DBS: Broly, has dark blue hair. Maybe indigo? You get the idea. I don't think this is a trick of the light, either, since King Vegeta's in this scene, and his hair looks black. Nion clearly has a different hair color.

At first, I wondered if this meant she wasn't a Saiyan. Nion doesn't appear to have a tail either, and her uniform is too form-fitting for her to stuff it inside her clothes like her robed co-workers. But by all accounts, she seems to be a Saiyan character, and it makes sense. She speaks rather hopefully of Broly possibly becoming the next Super Saiyan, and one of Frieza's bootlicks wouldn't be nearly so enthusiastic when speaking of such a thing.

So what's up with Nion? Well, it's probably the same story as that blonde guy from DBZ 86. She colors her hair, or she's got some alien ancestry, or maybe there's more to Saiyans than Vegeta knew. My guess is that the movie was trying to show that there's a particular fashion among Saiyan scientists. The men in this scene all had very short, more "conventional haircuts". They also wore long choir robes. Nion has a different look, but there's like nine other women in the nursery with the exact same style, suggesting that they all wear that look to signify their profession. So maybe the blue hair is part of that, or Nion picked it up while she was at space college or something.

So from a hair standpoint, I think they just kind of ended up back where they started. Pure-blooded Saiyans may all start with black hair, and most of them stay that way, but a few Saiyans seem to develop an interest in coloring their hair for cosmetic reasons.

No, the main change I noticed from the Broly movie was that most of the Saiyan uniforms we saw were black and/or blue, which is kind of a shame, because I liked the various colors used in DBZ. Bardock had his green and black armor, Fasha/Seripa had pink, Towa had Carolina Tarheel blue, and so on. The movie also did Paragus dirty, because Paragus looked like the fuckin' man in Movie 8, and his DBS looks were all a downgrade.

At least Gine got pink wristbands and sort of a dark teal outfit. That might be closer to green, but I can't tell. Anyway, I get it, they're uniforms. The whole point is that everyone looks the same. Still, I liked the idea that someone could requisition a hot pink and lime green armor and it was totally cool.

Ultimately, flashback scenes like these don't carry that much weight, since they're always susceptible to another retcon. One of these years, they'll do some "Andor"-style series about the Saiyan/Tuffle War, and we'll see a whole other depiction of Saiyans that will turn all of this on its ear, and I'll probably be coming up with some other rationale to make it all fit together.

Mostly, I'm just glad we got a peek into Saiyan culture beyond the front-line warriors in the DBZ flashbacks. Nion and her colleagues raise more questions than answers, but I'm still grateful for the questions. I think fans have postulated characters like Beetz and Gine for a long time, and the movie confirms that there was definitely more to Saiyan society than fighting.

[geekedoutbunny]

Love the DBZ stories!!! Can I request one? Can I have a one-shot with Broly, where he protects the reader from bullies, & then one time skip later, they comfort him from a nightmare?

Broly x Reader Oneshot - Protective Love

OH YAY!!! ANOTHER DBZ ASK!!!! THANK YOU!!!! For the request, I'll be sure to try and bring it justice!!

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

Being a crew member on Frieza's ship was rough at times, you were the runt of the group, one of the smaller members, you weren't very strong and you always tried to stay hidden from the stronger warrior types of the ship.

You were usually bullied by the ones who were just a little stronger than you, sometimes Cheelei and Lemon would come to your rescue, but they were only able to help so much before they were off on their next mission to get money. But this time around they came back with a new friend, named Broly.

Broly was kind, he was sweet and gentle. He was giant in size and powerful in strength, yet he always showed you a kind smile. You both became close friends rather quickly. And you were both always seen with one another, but today was like any other day, and Broly was in a meeting with his father Paragus, they were summoned by Lord Frieza himself.

You were slammed into the wall, your back bouncing off of it slightly and you whined from the harshness of it, a gloved hand slammed on the wall next to your head and you jumped. You looked up at your tormentors, they weren't much taller than you but they were stronger and they used that to their advantage.

"Alright starlight so bright, hand over the cash." He said with a cocky smirk as he held out his other hand, you scowled and fired back. "NO!! I shouldn't have to give you my money!! If you weren't so lazy, then you'd probably make a few bucks yourself!!" You defended, you were scared, but you'd go down fighting.

He frowned at you, before he punched you, making you lose your air and your grip on your money bag, it slipped out of your hand and it hit the floor, his partner in crime picked it up and waved it at you teasingly. "Hehehe, that's starlight!!" He said with a cheeky smile. The leader of the two roughly pushed you back against the wall before he stepped back. "Nice doing business as usual with ya." He said in a cruel tone before he and his friend turned to leave.

But they were stopped when they ran into something warm and solid. They both staggered back and growled up at the thing they ran into. "HEY!! WATCH IT, PAL!!" The lackie growled out, his 'boss' chimed up next. "YEA, WATCH OUT, YOU OVERGROWN BUFFOON!!" He said. You looked on in happiness and gratitude as you saw your good friend Broly. "BROLY!!" You happily called out. They all ignored you, in favor of glaring at one another.

Broly spoke up. "Give it back." He demanded. They both glared at him a little longer before they laughed. "Oh, I get it, you're friends with that little shit?" the leader said in a cruel tone. Broly glared at him. "Yes, now give it back, now." He demanded once more. They two looked at one another before they took fighting positions. "Why don't you make us?" The lackie said, a cocky smirk on his face.

You watched as they charged at Broly and your heart went up your throat, but Broly took all of their hits with little to no care, they continued their assault, before they backed up, out of breath and slightly frightened. "What the hell are you?" The lacky called out in confusion and anger. The 'boss' growled out. "A DEAD MAN, THAT'S WHAT!!" He shouted as he raised his hand up and charged a powerful attack.

His friend backed up in fear as he stared at his friend like he was crazy. "ARE YOU INSANE!? YOU'LL BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIP UP!!" He shouted in fear, and his 'boss' shouted back. "I DON'T CARE, NOBODY MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME!!!" He shouted, blinded by his rage and he shot his attack. "RED CRUTON!!!" He shouted, as the blast shot out and towards the Broly. Your eyes widen from the sheer power and your clothes blew back from the wind of it.

"BROLY MOVE!!!" You shouted out in desperation, but Broly stood there, letting the blast engulf him, it blew up on contact and the whole ship shook. You braced yourself against the wall, enduring the shake until it stopped, you then opened your eyes and you saw that it was black smoke fogging up the hall, all you could see was the one who shot the blast. He was out of breath and he gave a cocky smirk. "Heh, taught him." He said, but his eyes widen and he dropped his hand shakily as Broly's form could be seen through the smoke.

"This... can't be!" He said in shock as he took a step back. His friend shouted out. "HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE!?" He said in shock, you stared on amazed, but you all jumped back when a large hand shot through the smoke, grabbing the 'boss's' head in a crushing grip. He screamed and kicked as he tried to pry his hand off of his head. Broly grunted before he shouted in fury his hand closing its grip tighter. His friend looked on in horror before he got up and took off, leaving his friend behind, while dropping your bag of coins in the process.

But you didn't look at them, your eyes focused on Broly. "Broly... stop it." You said in a small voice, fearful of the beast that he's become. He didn't pay you any mind, his hand constantly getting tighter, blood coming out of his ears and nose as his head was being crushed, and his painful screams made you stand up. "Broly, I said stop!!" You said in a louder voice, but you went unheard again, and the sound of a bone breaking made you yell out. "STOP IIIT!!!!"

Broly snapped out of his rage and he looked over at you, hot tears filled your eyes as you stared up at him. "Put him down Broly, I don't want you staining your hands with blood." You softly said, at your words, he seemed to register that he was holding him, and he quickly dropped him, his breathing got faster as he looked around frantically, but the soft touch of your hand on his arm made him shift his frantic gaze down at you, and you smiled up at him.

"It's okay, Broly. I promise." You said, at that, he slowly began calming down, and relaxed. You smiled, happy to see that you got him to relax. You then walked back over to where your money bag was and you picked it up. "Come on, let's go get your hands clean, and then afterward, we can buy some lunch!!" You happily said. He smiled at your words and he agreed.

A few years later, you and Broly were living on earth, after having escaped Friza's Ship, you both made a life for yourselves on Earth, the only planet that Frieza stays away from, you both eventually got married and settled down on Earth. Life was peaceful and all was calm. You were both having a famous 'Broly Nap', you were both in your bed, cuddled up and out like a light.

You were sound asleep when you felt Broly moving, you thought no more of it, simply as him shifting or getting up to use the bathroom, but he kept on shifting and then he began to grunt and whine. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, rubbing the sleep away, before you looked over at him. "Broly?" You sleepily called his name. He was asleep, but he looked troubled.

You looked at him with concern and then reached over to gently shake him awake. "Broly, get up. It's okay it's just a dream. Wake u-AAAH!!" You screamed as he suddenly opened his eyes and he flipped over you, his fist balled up and ready to punch you into the mattress, but his fist stopped a few inches from your face. You held your breath, eyes closed. But you slowly opened them when you felt him shift.

He pulled his fist back and stared at you for a second before his brain registered who you were, and he relaxed. "Sorry." He said before he sat back on his side. You laid there a little longer before you sat up too and you turned towards him. "It's okay Broly." You said in a soft voice, the guilty look on his face made you feel sorry for him. You both sat there in silence a little longer, before you spoke up. "Wanna talk about it?" You asked him.

He shook his head, no, and then he simply laid down on his side facing you. You stared at him a little longer, before you propped your pillow up against the backboard and you scooted back against it. You then patted your lap, and he quickly placed his head on your lap and hugged your waist. His face buried into your stomach. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and hummed a little tune, while your other hand rubbed his back.

You were used to him having nightmares, they weren't common, but they did happen. But you were there for him, just like he was there for you all those years ago, your love was protective, and it kept you both strong.

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

[magenta-racer]

(DBS Broly's Redesign) Brokk's Full Body Reference

So, here he is, I redesigned DBS Broly and made him into a different character, basically, because there is ONLY ONE Broly to me, okay? And it's from Z. I like DBS Broly, but no way he's the Broly, he should have been a different character, which is why I made this design and changed his name for my AU. His name is Brokk, he was sent to planet Vampa, like in the movie/manga, though the circumstances are different. He isn't a mutant/Legendary Super Saiyan/whatever explanation they gave in DBS and got sent to Planet Vampa as a baby to conquer it, as there were inhabitants in my story, whom operated in tribes. Also, he's not related to Paragus and Broly.

He did a good job at exterminating the intelligent life, but felt a kinship towards the animals, specially towards the Vampa Beast, Ba. Brokk then chose to spare the wild life and grew up alongside it, getting more in touch with his animalistic side, eventually forgetting his speech. He basically lived like Tarzan at the difficult environment of the planet, being fine with it, though he grew older, Brokk missed talking with someone like him sometimes and wondered what was out there in the universe.

And then Cheelai and Lemo arrive at the planet to collect some samples for their boss (NOT Frieza, he's DEAD here), and shenanigans ensue.

Not sure if I should classify him as an OC or not. :V I tried to give him a very SAVAGE look, to show the harsh environment he had to live through. Just giving three scars like in DBS seemed a lackluster.

I also wanted to draw Brokk in the clothes given by Cheelai and Lemo once they take him with them. I wasn't planning to change them much from the original because I thought it was fine as it was, then I realized there are already TOO MANY CHARACTERS with green and purple color scheme (heck, even my OC, Aubera, wears green and purple), so I decided to change it a bit. I thought of him wearing the colors that indicate a forest.

I don't know if he'll still have the "Wrathful State" ability, it seemed more like an excuse for him to use the power of the Great Ape without transforming, and it made me annoyed. I love kaiju battles (and the TAILS should be brought back)! :V If I incorporate it, I might change it a bit, maybe make it more related to his savage/animalistic side due to the unique circumstances he was raised in.

By the way, Brokk has been barefoot for so long, he wouldn't want to wear shoes/boots. He eventually gets to use sandals, though he still prefers to feel the ground under his feet.

Dragon Ball franchise, Broly, Ba © Akira Toriyama. Brokk, design and art © Me.

[conherofrost]

In response to the tags on my last ask: any reason you're named after frozen bits of water?

In all seriousness, though, it's a family tradition to be named after clothing items. Comes from my mom's side. Trust me, Father was *not* happy he didn't get to name me after a vegetable instead.

Also! I killed Frieza pretty damn well the first time. It took them at least a decade to bring him back as far as I know, not to mention even then it took like six months to put his sliced apart pieces back together. Of course none of that is public knowledge... I just happen to know my way around the Frieza Force database :3

Touche, touche...

I suppose I shouldn't judge your silly naming conventions, we Arcosians are named after things pertaining to the cold... though I feel that we can at least make ours sound fancy. What? Next you're going to tell me you have a sister named Bra?

...Wait, vegetable?! Are you insinuating that you're part Saiyan? Only Saiyans I can think of in your Universe, provided you're in the seventh like my hunch suspects, there's Goku, though I really don't see the vegetable pun in his name unless you have some odd new crop, and of course...

...Ugh, I can't believe that ornery oaf, Vegeta, actually got laid.

And on that note of knowing your way around the Frieza Force database... mind sharing with the class~?

...Wait, shit, Frieza reads this blog. Never mind. Keep your secrets, I definitely wasn't up to anything.

[sundove88]

DBZ: Waves of Freedom Chapter 5: Ebb And Flow

A smile crossed Vegeta’s face as he made his way through the halls of Empire Oil Drilling Corps, making his way to Frieza’s office with the letter in hand, he knew exactly what he was doing. It was only early morning, so Frieza wasn’t in his office at the time, but he knew this was the perfect opportunity to get the letter there and then out of there. As he took the first steps into the office of his cruel boss, he left the letter there and wiped the sweat off his brow. He almost felt finally free- all that was left was to become a merman and he would never have to be restrained again. Mere moments after Vegeta left the office and hurried down to the beach, he was more confident than ever, and he approached Goku, who was holding the crystal shell in his hands and was ready to take him to someplace where his transformation could be initiated. “Ready to go, Best Buddy?”, asked the merman as he placed the crystal shell in Vegeta’s hand. The young employee just smiled and nodded gratefully. “Yes, Kakarot. More than anything.”, he said, immediately following Goku into the water, followed by one last look at the city he had been confined to for years. Swimming in his office clothing with his swim trunks beneath them felt strange, but it was nothing compared to what would happen next.

Just mere moments after they left for the secret place where Vegeta could be changed into a merman, Frieza had already read through the resignation letter and was fuming with anger. “WHAT?! WHERE DID HE GO?! EXPLAIN!” He screeched as he crumpled the letter in his fist, the paper crunching loudly in the tense silence of the office. The normally timid Appule approached his boss, pointing to the open window near his desk. “Maybe he drowned?”, he asked, hoping that Frieza would believe him, but to no avail. Frieza’s glare intensified at those words, making Appule shrink back in fear. “Do you take me for a fool, Appule? Find him or else. Now.” His words seethed with anger and rage. In the break room, the atmosphere was thick with unease. The usual chatter was replaced by worried whispers as employees gathered, sipping their morning coffee. Zarbon and Dodoria stood near the coffee machine, their expressions mirroring the tension in the air. “Have you heard about Vegeta?”, questioned Zarbon as he sipped his coffee. Dodoria stood by Zarbon. “Yeah, he didn’t show up to work today. That’s not like him at all,” he answered. Sorbet, Tagoma, and Shisami joined the conversation in the break room. “Do you think something happened to him?”, started Sorbet. Shisami nodded in response. “It’s possible. He’s been under a lot of pressure lately.” “I heard Frieza found a resignation letter. Can you imagine the fallout?”, added Tagoma.

The Ginyus then entered the room, their faces full of worry and theories about how Vegeta could’ve just disappeared off the face of the earth. Recoome went first. “What makes you think he drowned?!”, he said. “He’s a strong swimmer!” Guldo claimed as he drew out a diagram of Vegeta’s possible escape. Ginyu supported the claim. “There is no way he could’ve just jumped out the window like that!”, he added as he drew the height of the building. “And it’s one long way down to the streets below…” Jeice added. “He could’ve faceplanted!”, yelled Burter. Zarbon shook his head. “This doesn’t make sense. Vegeta wouldn’t just leave without a word. There must be more to this.”, he said. Dodoria agreed with his coworker. “Frieza is going to be furious. We need to stay out of his way.”, he replied as sweat dripped down. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone exchanged worried glances. The implications of Vegeta’s sudden departure are not lost on any of them. Meanwhile, at the office, Appule stood by the open window, staring out at the city below. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance reaches his ears, a reminder of the nearby ocean. “Maybe he really did drown… or maybe…” he muttered to himself. He then glanced back at Frieza, who was pacing the room with fury over the disappearance of his “best employee”. Maybe he found a way to escape. But how? Appule thought to himself. But little did he know, he was closer to the truth than anyone else.

While chaos was going on back at Empire Oil Drilling Corps, Goku and Vegeta had made it to the secret location where Vegeta could undergo the transformation into a merman, even though it would cost him his life on land and any connections he made on land. They had chosen a secret cove, free from prying eyes and any lingering suspicion that could possibly expose them. Goku smiled as Vegeta held out the crystal shell for him to take. “Are you ready, Vegeta? Once you do this, there’s no going back.” He said as he placed the crystal shell to Vegeta’s chest, its glow beginning to intensify. “Yes. I can’t wait to start my new life, to be honest.”, Vegeta replied as he began to contemplate what color his merman tail would be. “I like the sound of that. Anyways; if there’s a color you’d like your new fins to be, just tell me now before the transformation starts.”, Goku reassured as he held Vegeta’s hand to keep him steady. “Blue… it’s always been my favorite color. It’s been the color of royalty, the ocean, and of course, sapphires- a gem I always connect to the ocean with.”, he said as he fully embraced the shell as he pressed it against his chest, and upon doing so, his body began to contort into uncomfortable poses due to the seemingly crushing water pressure, and a large teal bubble swallowed him whole. “Don’t be afraid, Vegeta. The crystal shell will do the rest.”, Goku added as the changes began as the crushing feeling went away and Vegeta relaxed himself within the bubble.

Wanting nothing more than for his muscles to relax at last, Vegeta decided to let the shell’s magic flow through his human body, with an ethereal golden whirlpool forming around his lower half. As he felt the ethereal forces caressing him and his ebony hair flow freely in the current in the bubble, his corporate office wear disintegrated into gentle flakes of foam, fading away as if the cage of his old life was finally being broken; and was then left in his swimwear as the changes began to continue. Inside the ethereal golden vortex, Vegeta’s legs sprouted scales of ultramarine, cobalt, and royal blue, and as more scales appeared akin to butterfly kisses, his swim trunks disintegrated into foam as well, only for the waistband to remain and change into the transparent light blue belt fin that would adorn his tail. The changes to his legs followed, with them elongating and morphing as the changes took hold, and the same went for his feet- they became webbed with the same transparent light blue material that made up his belt fin, and the webbing between his toes grew until they overcame his feet and became transparent light blue fins, which fanned out and burst from the bottom of the golden vortex surrounding Vegeta. With all of his strength, he formed a perfect arch with his lower half, effectively fusing the two halves of his new tail together into a singular limb, the space between the two halves effectively being reduced to nothing.

As the bubble finally burst in a flash of light and the golden swirl faded away, Vegeta forgot that he could breathe underwater, and started panicking and flailing, oblivious to the fact that he had obtained gills. Goku, being supportive as ever, swam over and helped him to the surface for his first breath of air as a merman. “It’s ok, Vegeta. Anyone who’s been turned into a merperson doesn’t know they can breathe underwater, but they’ve got someone to help them through it.”, he said, before gesturing to Vegeta’s submerged lower torso. “And guess what? You have a tail! You’re a merman now!”, he shouted excitedly, causing Vegeta to snap out of his panic attack and look down in awe, letting out a wordless gasp as his fins swished in the water around him, alongside scales that glimmered in the sunlit water, while the remaining sparkles and a few wisps of golden mist from the transformation on the tip of his tailfin faded away into the water surrounding him. “I… I can’t believe it. It’s real.”, he said to himself. He swished his tail experimentally, marveling at the power and fluidity it gave him. As he gazed towards the sunlight from where he was in the ocean, tears of joy filled his eyes, as proof that he would never be confined again. The sensation of freedom was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly alive. But more than anything, he had found his true voice- one that not even Frieza could silence. He checked his whole body, and saw that his clothes, the very shackles that were condemning him to life on land, were gone. Thrilled, he noticed the Empire Oil Drilling Corps button backed pin on the seafloor, the last clothing item he ever had of his old life, picked it up, and threw it into the depths of the ocean, where he’d never see it again. Farewell, Empire Oil Drilling Corps. He thought as the pin splashed into the water and straight towards the sandy bottom of the sea.

“Let’s take this baby for a test run!”, he said before diving underwater. In a moment, he leapt out of the water in a perfect arch akin to a whale breaching the waves, the sunlight dancing off his scales and making it look like a waterfall of sapphires. He landed back in the ocean with a splash that sent up water droplets that glistened in the light, thrilled to be free at last. “Haha, now that’s what I’m talking about! You’ve suffered and endured so much on land, but look at where you are now! With that being said, let’s get you settled in.”, Goku replied, but not before Vegeta tackle hugged him, his royal blue tail intertwining with Goku’s orange fins. “Thank you, best buddy. For everything.”, he replied, tears of joy filling his eyes once more, as they floated up to the surface via a stream of silver bubbles, bidding the world above farewell. “You’re more than welcome, best buddy. There’s so much more I wanna show you, and learning how to swim like a merman is the first amongst them.”, Goku said. “That sounds perfect. I could really use the lesson,” replied Vegeta as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Race you to Atlantis, best buddy!”, Goku shouted as he took off across the coral reef. Vegeta immediately tried to catch up, his royal blue tail cutting through the water like a sailfish. “Wait up, Kakarot! You know I can’t swim like you just yet!”, he replied playfully before doing a spinner dolphin like leap out of the water to try and best his friend, and he accidentally scattered a conga line of multicolored fish when he dove back in. Luckily, the fish immediately went back into their positions, as if nothing had happened. “See how peaceful and gentle life is down here?”, Goku said excitedly. “Yes, and I’ve never felt so alive!”, Vegeta laughed, followed by him doing a corkscrew through the water.

They were now off to explore the vast ocean and get Vegeta settled into a new life beneath the waves. It was everything he had always wanted, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The End

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Four

Over the next few days, I stayed with Broly in his shack on Vampa. The intended few hours of rest turned into a day and a day turned into a few, my injuries were worse than I had expected. Broly was more than kind to me. I slept in his bed while he bunked on a rolled-out futon on the ground after a great deal of debate. I tried tinkering with the scanner to get it to work, hopefully well enough to send Frieza a distress signal, but there was no luck. Through my time on this desolate rock, I learned new skills that Frieza's men never deemed essential enough to show me. Broly instructed me on how to hunt, bringing in fresh food each day, and in turn, he also showed me how to cook some simple meals to keep myself going. He educated me more on keeping myself healthy, specifically with treating my own wounds, as I always relied on Frieza's doctors to get me back to full health. Watching him fend for himself and teach me how to do the same was an eye-opening experience and I knew it would prove useful in my future missions. 

"You aren't a machine," Broly had mumbled on the second night, stirring a pot full of Vampa's native meats. "You need to eat regularly while you train. I don't know how you could even have the energy you claim to have on a near-empty stomach."

By the fourth day, I was fully healed from the attack. Broly had used the last of his medicine stash to help with my recovery. I offered countless times to replace it with any I had left on my ship but he refused. My armour had taken an equal beating to me. I knew once I returned to Frieza's mothership I had to get a new set. It's purpose was served. Broly had given me some more comfortable clothes that he had stored away, albeit they were much too big for me but they kept me warm and clothed. I sat with my chin on my knees, perched on a fur rug beside a makeshift fireplace. The warming and hearty aroma of Broly's cooked stew flowed through to the room from the kitchen. I smiled up to him with glee as he approached with the bowls, one in each hand.

"Thank you Broly," I said gratefully as I took the bowl from him. "For everything. Really. I'm very grateful."

He nodded with his usual grateful smile that softened his features as he took a seat beside me to take in the warmth, "You're welcome. I'm just glad I could be of some kind of help."

He stirred his stew with his spoon, almost playing with his food as he was clearly taking a moment to be deep in thought. I ate steadily, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before asking him directly what was up, "Is something wrong? I think the stew is really tasty today."

"No... it's not the food." He trailed on, I kept my gaze locked on him as he lowered his warm bowl to sit it on his lap. He lifted his arm, scratching the back of his head, "I just don't know what to call you... I've taken care of you the past few days and I still don't know what I should call you."

"As in my name?" I responded with a light chuckle, setting my near-empty bowl to the side. "We've already discussed this Broly. When we first met remember? My name is Capt-"

"Yes, but that's not a name. That's just your rank on your squad." He interrupted abruptly, spooning some of the food in his mouth. He took a moment to chew while he matched my gaze. He swallowed, "Do you not know your own name?"

"I..." I trailed off as I could feel myself looking away awkwardly. "I don't remember. I've always just been Captain 4 Alpha 1. I feel like I've lost track of a lot of my memories... including my name. Maybe it's just because I've been so busy."

"You don't forget something like a name by being busy," he responded. "Is there anything you'd like me to call you?"

The answer I gave was in a similar manner to the one I gave before. I just didn't know. Despite fighting countless battles across the galaxy and claiming thousands of lives along the way, I was just a nameless warrior at the end of the day. What kind of legacy would I leave behind without something as primitive as a name? My eyes shifted up and down nervously, Broly's hadn't moved. "Would you have any suggestions for me, Broly? What name would you give me?"

"Let me think. You're very smart but kinda scary,"

"Thanks, Broly."

"Your name you have already is Captain Four Alpha One... Four.... Alpha... One... Four... Ah... Fl-" I watched on as Broly tried to brainstorm ideas, sounding everything out phonetically. It did look like he was using the entirety of his brain's capacity to try and think. He pressed his finger against his lip as he was deep in thought, scrunching his eyes together. I could almost see the answer click as he instantly snapped his fingers together.

"Flora." he smiled, looking at me as his cheeks gently warmed.

"Flora? Like a flower?" I could feel myself grimacing at his response.

"Yes, I think Flora would suit you." His low voice trying to reassure me. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, prompting him to let out a sigh. "You remind me of a flower. It looked very pretty on the outside like you do, but if it isn't taken care of it wilts and dies. It struggles to survive. It has to be looked after in order for it to be strong. It's delicate."

He reached down as he picked up my bowl from the side, my eyes following him as he did so. "That's why I picked Flora. It also isn't too far off your old 'name'. If you don't like it I can choose something else but I'm not too full of ideas."

Lost for words, all I could do was nod as a response. Broly smiled sweetly once more as he went into the kitchen to wash up the dishes. Flora. My new name was Flora. It felt weird to finally have a name given to me, especially with the obvious juxtaposition. A cold-blooded killer named Flora, the most girly and feminine name I could've been given. Flora The Conqueror. Flora The Destroyer. I sat still, letting the warmth of the roaring fire continue to envelop me in the moment. I whispered to myself, "Flora". I kept repeating it to test it out. It felt strange but almost right the more I would say it.

As I was lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed that Broly had returned to the room, standing before me listening as I was talking to myself, his soft gaze peering down as I repeated the name he had chosen. He spoke in his usual softness, letting the name roll off his tongue with a sense of familiarity, "Flora?"

"Yes?" I replied to him. I knew that I needed to try and get used to it.

"I like this you." he sat back down on the floor beside me as I tilted my head in confusion. I didn't say anything in response, offering him the chance to elaborate. "When we first met you were scary. Now, you're not. I don't feel as afraid of you."

"You're... not?" I heard my voice croak in disbelief. In all my years battling through the stars, no one had ever uttered those words to me.

"No." He responded, shaking his head. "I sensed your energy from so far away that day. I had to check it out. That's when I first saw you on the grass with that man on top of you. I could feel your energy fading, that's why I rushed to help. You were caught off guard, there's nothing shameful about that." 

"Okay," I exhaled. "Maybe I am grateful you helped me that day, Broly. Do you not think it's still a tiny bit embarrassing for me to admit that?"

Gradually I found myself settling into my new identity as "Flora". The warmth of another's acceptance was another new experience and it felt nice. More days passed and on top of being fully healed, I found myself drawn closer to Broly as we spent more time preparing for my eventual departure. The camaraderie between the two of us grew through shared meals - the longer I stayed the more confident I got with cooking - sharing stories and sharing laughter. We also regularly began sparring in Vampa's grassy plains to prepare me for any battles I would face in the future. He would win some, I would win some, but the most important thing was that we pushed each other to our limits. I learned of his past too. The green pelt around his waist was from a creature he befriended as a child named Ba which led him to open up to me about his relationship with his father - a lot of it struck a chord with me as it sounded almost like the relationship I shared with Frieza. He didn't know where his father went, he wasn't on Vampa. Broly had assumed he had left when he found the chance.

On my final planned evening, the shack walls housed the dancing shadows of a crackling fire. I found myself deep in conversation with Broly, his kindness had chipped away at me over time, that much was certain. I hadn't really experienced a bond like this before. I shared my stories with him that night, my rigorous training routine, the things I had seen, the people I had killed and the planets I had helped Frieza conquer. Broly showed me no signs of being judgemental, instead offering me some well-needed empathy.

"Flora, your story isn't like anything I've ever heard before, then again there aren't any other people around here." Broly began with his soft voice full of convictions. "Have you ever thought of choosing your own path? You could get away from Frieza easily, away from all the darkness. I don't think you want to be a killer anymore."

I blinked in surprise as a response, the weight of his words sinking in. I had never dared thought about leaving Frieza's ranks. Broly's supportive words did make it seem like a possibility. The more I tried to process the idea, I could feel uncertainty colour my voice as I thought about it. "I... I don't know if I could."

Pressing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, he made me feel grounded. "You're stronger than you realise. You're already starting to blossom into a new person, someone remarkable. Don't let fear hold you back from your true potential or happiness. Your power is extraordinary. You're just as powerful as I am, you could do anything."

His words stirred in my brain, igniting something I could feel deep inside. It felt like a burning fire, courage that lay dormant all this time. With a newfound feeling of resolve, I looked up into Broly's eyes and nodded with gratitude, "Thank you Broly."

"What for?" he asked with a tilted head and a smile.

"You seem like you really believe in me. This past week or so... you've made me feel normal and you've shown me how to continue living normally. You gave me a name. You looked after me."

His smile was radiant, contagiously I smiled back to him, filled with a feeling of warmth and pride. "You don't need to thank me, Flora. Just please don't let yourself forget that you're not just a soldier. You're capable of so much more than that. Promise me you won't forget that."

I held his gaze with determination in my eyes, "I promise."

Suddenly, the shack began to shake with an unexplained rumble. I looked up swiftly as Broly, without a single thought, protectively wrapped his arms around me and covered my head with his muscular body. The wood from the roof began to crumble around us as the sounds of engines filled the air. Broly clutched me for dear life, a protective grip around me as the debris began crashing down. Piercing through the chaos, I was taken aback to hear a familiar voice cutting through like a knife. 

"Ha ha! Captain Four Alpha One! We've found you!"

It was a voice I hadn't expected to hear again in this desolate corner of the galaxy, however, as well I knew, eventually he would have come back for me or sent his men to do so. I could feel my heart pound through my chest, the anxiety settling in as I kept my head buried against Broly. The dust settled and Broly perched his head up to look around. I tried to peek out from under his arms. What was left of Broly's shack was now surrounded by a small army of soldiers, their weapons pointed towards the two of us. With a sinking feeling in my gut, I shuddered as I locked eyes with an all-too-familiar figure. Standing at the mouth of his mothership, a grin spread across his sharp, purple lips with his legs crossed in his stance, he let out a laugh.

Frieza.

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