#Dragon ball fic

[vee-vee-writes]

Bath time (Raditz x gn!reader)

Warnings: implied smut, mostly sfw

Notes: A short drabble about Raditz returning to his partner for some pampering after a mission off world

“Come on big man, let’s get you a bath. You’re a mess” you mused at your partner. Tousling his bloody mane of once glossy black hair Raditz smirked at you but offered no argument. After being sent to wipe out the locals on a pacifist planet so that Frieza could strip the planet of its resources, all the man wanted was fed, a bath, bed…well maybe a little something else before bed. Though he would hardly admit it where there could be prying ears, Raditz had missed you.

Months spent away from one another were no easy feat for a Saiyan couple, yet you made the best of the circumstances you found yourselves in. After the destruction of Planet Vegeta when you were children, the two of you had vowed to stick together. Two lowborn elites constantly sneered at, mocked, and beaten on by those who considered themselves your betters. Naturally, it had only driven the two of you closer and after many years the two of you made it official.

Raditz was quick to follow as you turned and strode off the launch deck, navigating the twists and turns of the corridors towards your shared quarters. A shared understanding between the two of you meant conversations were left unsaid until you reached privacy. It did not take long before the two of you stepped into the comfort of your quarters, Raditz turning to watch the door seal before he properly greeted you.

But as he made a move to pull you into a crushing bear hug you stepped out of his reach. With a wiggle of your finger, you teasingly scolded him, “Oh no you don’t mister. You smell like you’ve rolled in something that had been left to rot in the sun for three weeks, not to mention you’re covered in blood and God knows what else.” Raditz rolled his eyes, stepping towards you once again but you continued to step away. “I’m serious Raditz, bath now. I already ran it for you, it should still be hot” you turned away heading for the refresher. With a grunt the unimpressed giant stalked after you.

Kicking off his boots and stripping off the rest of his clothing, Raditz turned towards the tub. You were perched on your knees beside the tub with a hand dipped in to test the warmth of the water. Your own armor and boots had been discarded leaving you only in your battle suit. “You plan on getting in too or does only your arm need cleaned?” Raditz teased as he gently stepped around you and settled into the tub.  Returning his jest with a playful eyeroll, you splashed a bit of water his way. “Actually, I figured with how matted that mane of yours is I better help you wash all of the blood out of it.”

Though he did not say it, Raditz’s heart swooned at the thought. It was no secret that the man was proud of the way he looked, especially when one took the time to take in his hair. But he especially loved evenings like these where you doted on him, taking the time to look after him. Laying out a clean battle suit for the next day, feeding, or grooming him were all small gestures that Raditz greatly appreciated.

Raditz was lulled away from his thoughts as he felt warm water pour over his scalp, drenching his hair and dripping down his muscles. It was the beginning of what he knew was going to be the most soothing twenty minutes of his life.

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[kaitawrites]

Dragon Ball Masterlist

F (Fics), D (Drabble), H (Headcannon)

Vegeta

Lets Party F Vegeta x Female Sayian Reader Summary: Vegeta is surprised by the things you've learned on earth.

Piccolo

Courting F Piccolo x Female Sayian Reader Summary: Piccolo is trying to show you how he feels

Android 17

First Meet H/D Android 17 x Black Female Reader Summary: A small headcannon/drabble of you meeting Android 17.

[panda4starz]

The Evil Containment Wave is a technique whose sole purpose is to seal away your enemies, provided that you have the proper equipment to contain your enemy. The container doesn’t have to be anything special. It could be something as mundane as a rice cooker or a pickle jar. The important part is the talisman placed upon the jar and the lid.

That is what happened to the Supreme Kai in training, Zamasu, so many years ago.

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Ever wondered about what would happen if Zamasu was successfully trapped using the Evil Containment Wave? Ever wondered if something as important as that would need to be guarded to ensure that Zamasu never escaped? This is essentially what I thought of, and decided to make my OC have the dubious honor of watching over him. Forever.

This is the story of how she copes

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Vegebul drawing requested by @serenityhime1 as a lovely birthday gift for their writer friend! (Based on this chapter in a fanfic called "A Heart Worth Believing In" by OnlyMeAndMyBones, also going by @galexibrain on Tumblr).

[eraenaa]

Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory. 

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him. 

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly.  You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade. 

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture. 

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch. 

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him. 

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him. 

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck. 

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there. 

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher. 

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt. 

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue. 

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy. 

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. 

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame. 

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length. 

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly. 

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets. 

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished. 

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more. 

[flowersforthemachines]

Replaying the Ossuary knowing that Rook can't swim is hilarious because they are already having the worst day of their life for too many consecutive days, and now they are surrounded by all that water they are probably terrified of (honestly knowing how to swim wouldn't save them if the wards failed, but it's the mental factor you know), looking for that guy who is only MAYBE alive. MAYBE still the skilled assassin other people think he is bc gods know what the Venatori even did to him in that entire year.

And then, against all odds, Rook finds Lucanis alive and (visibly) well and is like "WHEW we can leave now" only for him to say "no we are NOT leaving the underwater torture facility actually". And the blood thing is reasonable at least, but a *contract*?? He's been in that prison for a year, that prison (that is UNDERWATER) is coming apart at the seams (they are all going to DROWN!!), and he cares about some fucking contract???

That was not love at first sight I'm afraid. Idk about other people's Rooks but Lucanis is lucky mine didn't just knock him out and drag him back to the boat

[danizinhaut]

After some time, I finally finished this ashahsh I decided to make some art for several fics that I love very much, I already wanted to reread several of them and I took the chance to draw something too I love making art for fics, but at the same time I'm a little afraid of doing something wrong ashahsh this is purely how I imagined it and forgive me if something is wrong, I caught some little moments that I really like from each one of them ❤️

Please go read and support all these writers because they are amazing!

On the Cusp chapter 12 by @saiyanmazen

Since the first time I saw the scene of them taking this photo I wanted to draw it ahshash

Blue with Envy chapter 5 by @serenityhime1

I had tried to make another moment, but it went wrong ajshas so I made this one which I really loved when I read it 🥺

Red Flag chapter 10 by @astronautmike-dexter

That last scene does things to meee!

illicit affairs chapter 36 by @lawnchairthethird

I love this scene with all my strength, it's so much feeling 🥺

The Saiyan Accord chapter 32 by VolgaFjorgan

I wrote down so many scenes from this fic that I lost count, but when I saw this scene it surpassed the others ahshas its perfect

L'appel du Vide chapter 5 by @mawrblaidddrwg

This last scene, just that, I love this development and construction so much!

The Last Full Moon chapter 1 by @frandafwen

It was hard to choose a fic from her because I love all of them ahshas but I love different AU's and this one is definitely very different ❤️

[beetlethebug]

hello friends, enemies, countrymen, i am here to ramble about emmrook breeding kink that will eventually be a fic if i can pull myself together long enough. once we get to the cut it will be NSFW under there, just an FYI

so, starts with emmrich seeing rook with a child

not quite with manfred--but another child. perhaps in the aftermath of minrathous. holding a lost child on their hip, their hand taken by another, a third child clinging to their legs. the way they crouch down, uncaring of the dirt and the blood and the ache in their knees to answer every question. the kindness of their hands as they wipe away smudges of dirt and ichor and brush strands of hair back into place.

he watches as rook is eventually coaxed into sitting, and no less than five children have flocked to their side, settling around and listening to them as they start to regale the story. There's a little girl on their thigh, and they have an arm around her back; she's hiding her face in their neck, clinging to them, and he is struck by how nice the image is. how he wants, desperately, to have a large family with rook. how he wishes he could slot himself within the picture, but it is perfect as it is

and then rook's head raises, and they meet his gaze and smile, warm and kind, and say, "and i couldn't have done it without my partner, emmrich. he's very smart, and can do magic. shall he show you a couple tricks?"

he is, on principle, opposed to being reduced to mere parlor tricks. but it is far worth it to perform small, ultimately meaningless acts of magic for his captive audience. their joy is infectious, bolstering his spirits.

and none raise him more than rook, who's eyes are shining, trained on his hands the way they always are when he casts. who's eyes grow dark, nearly possessive, when a little boy climbs up and into his arms to start examining his grave gold and demanding he create illusions of nugs and dragons and all manner of things.

that night, after they have bathed and are basking in the comfort of one another, rook rolls over and mentions, soft, "you were good with them."

he feigns ignorance, turning to meet them, running a hand along their cheek just because he can. "I do not know what you mean, darling." there's an excellent crinkle to their nose, a furrow to their brow that is annoyance, nothing heavier, and he lets himself grin. "the kids. you were good with them." a pause, as rook considers, and then, "did you ever think about having them? kids, i mean."

and it is easy to confess that yes, he did. that he wanted a family, and a home. a place that was warm, and safe. that he does not feel he could have such a life now, at his age, and that he is perfectly content to raise manfred alongside them.

rook listens, and nods, and the conversation is good and heartfelt, but it is the words they say at the very end that catch his attention. mumbled, perhaps not even meant to be said aloud at all.

"i could give you a baby, if you wanted."

and thus starts his obsession

it is one thing to imagine a family with rook; another entirely to imagine the act

and there is something about their wording that piques his interest. it is not rook having his children, or taking his seed and bearing new fruit. they are giving a baby to him. there are implications, there, surely, unless he is thinking about it too deeply

he has been known to fall fast and hard and recklessly, especially when it comes to rook

rook does not top often--a matter of preference, an arrangement on both their parts. but tonight they are, and it is driving him wild

he is on his back, legs wrapped around their hips, arching into the mattress as rook holds both of his hands. they're wearing at least three of his bangles, and the new set of earrings he bought for them, and they are so, so beautiful he could nearly weep

"is there something you want, emmrich?" they ask, indulgent, slowing the roll of their hips so that he is forced to consider. forced to writhe as they hold him steady, unrelenting in the all-consuming wave of his arousal.

he is an eloquent man; he is a man of articulate desires, well-crafted passions, and no blushing virgin. and yet he is a bumbling fool as he admits, with hardly any class at all, "I want you to give me a baby."

rook laughs, because of course they do. but it isn't cruel--it's surprised, joyful, and they're leaning down to kiss him before he can retract his words. bringing teeth, and quick, deep thrusts, as they growl against his mouth. they want it, he does not need to hear the words. but they pull back and demand, "say it again," and who is he to deny his darling anything?

so he says it. again and again and again. asks to be bred, to be filled, all manner of deplorable, shameful things as rook finds pleasure within his body, promising him the world and more with every plea that falls from his lips. it is shameful, surely, how hard he gets when rook hisses that he's going to be so round and full of his cum, that he's going to have to take another sabbatical because there is no way they are letting him leave the house until he's well and truly pregnant. it doesn't matter that it's impossible; what matters is that they want it, desperately, and the thought is enough to bring them to the edge over and over again.

what really does it though is rook's devilish voice, somehow still composed even after they are both sweaty and shaking and fucked out, pressed right against his ear, asking, "you want to be a daddy, emmrich?"

and they say old dogs cannot learn new tricks

[ashe-smash]

Baby Talk | Chapter 2: Ovulation Ao3 Piccolo x Reader (Female Reader) Previous Chapter

Tags/ CW: Infertility/Reproductive Incompatibility, Themes of Infertility, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alien/Human Relationships, Namekian Biology, Piccolo has a Diccolo, mention of periods, sex toy usage, egg toy, egg laying?, smut, fingering, oral sex (blowjob), PIV sex, emotional sex, roleplay, Breeding Kink Reader is described with hair that can be grabbed, mentions of grief (Later Chapters) Oviposition, Pregnancy, Alien Pregnancy. We're still in the Hurt of the Hurt/Comfort Folks.

Word Count: ~5.3k

You get your period a week later and it sucks. It usually sucks but this time it’s just the awful cherry on top.

There were times in years past when you praised the heavens you even got it at all. Now you don’t even have a reason to worry about it being late which seems extra cruel. Like pressing on a too fresh bruise. Your biology is taunting you by just doing its natural job. You hate to continue stewing on the topic when you and your partner have essentially come to a dead end on it. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 zenni, no baby- now or ever. 

The worst part is that Piccolo hovers when he returns from training. It’s worse than it usually is. 

“Get over here, you big dork.” You kick off your blankets from the pathetic little nook you’ve created on the couch. 

“You don’t feel well.” Piccolo almost pouts (he’d never admit to it, play it off as his general bluntness.) 

“I’d feel better if my big strong boyfriend came over here and squished me.” You try to entice. 

Worst feeling of all is that he hesitates. You know it’s because he’s worried about you not feeling well- he likes to be helpful when you need him. So enticing him into snuggling up with you means he isn’t quite available like that. 

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder.  You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates. 

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo. 

You decide you need a weekend getaway together. Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then. 

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi,  even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination. 

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom. 

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize. 

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end. 

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien romance books.  “What’s this?” 

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand. 

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?” 

“I don’t think I know what that word is?” 

“It’s like … pretending? But during sex… to make it more interesting?” 

You’ve had to teach him pretty much everything about sex. This is a new one. The squishy egg thing is  still unknown. “So what’s this for?” 

Your cheeks are flushed. “I thought we could … pretend. It goes … in me?” Piccolo cocks his head, appraising the piece of silicone. If his eyes were lighter colored, you’d see his pupils dilate wide.  “It’s a silly idea, we don’t have to.” You say hurriedly. 

Piccolo wraps a hand around your forearm to pull you closer. “Can we try it now?” 

It flusters you for a second. “Yeah, big guy. We can try it now.” 

You need a moment to emotionally prepare yourself and clean up your snack. Plus you had an extra surprise planned for this. Piccolo retrieves extra bedding from the linen closet and makes a “bed”- little more than a nest of pillows and blankets in the main room. He worries about making a mess in the actual bed so this will do. 

You seem nervous when you join him, which is odd for you. You’ve always been the more confident one when it comes to bedroom activities. Even so, you smile at the little bed he’s kneeling in. It’s reminiscent of the beginning of your relationship, when he didn’t have a bed. “I’m not wearing cute undies.” You squeeze your fingers.

“That’s okay.” He doesn’t really care about your underwear choices, getting to see you in anything is great. He’s not particularly a connoisseur of women’s underwear. 

You shrug. “I thought it’d be fun… for this.” 

“You can change if you want.” Piccolo is plenty patient after all. 

“It’s alright… We might need lube though.” You glance back at the bedroom. Before you can go to retrieve it yourself, Piccolo extends his arm to snag the bottle of lube you’d packed in your bag. It’s tossed to the perimeter of the bedding.

“I need help with what I’m supposed to do.” Piccolo holds the little egg carefully between two fingers.

You shake your head. “We can just do the regular stuff. We don’t have to do that.” 

“I want to. Don’t you?” Piccolo cocks his head at you. You bought and packed it to be used right? 

He watches you hesitate, picking at a piece of dry skin on your bottom lip. He pries your hand away before you can make yourself bleed. “I guess I’m just not… ready.” 

“Not ready now or not ready until later?”

You shrug. Piccolo feels like he’s messed up. You’re a planner by nature- you probably had something planned and it’s thrown you off that he’s launched you straight into it. 

He sets the toy down next to the bottle of lube, deciding to forget about it for now. It might get lost in the sheets all together anyways. “Will you come lie down with me? I bet you’re tired from traveling, huh?” 

Before you climb into the little love nest, you shuck off your sweatpants. Your underwear are not as ghastly as you seem to think they are. A simple practical pair. He has a feeling that you had something “sexier” picked out, made of lace and straps. Your bra has been long since shucked off after arriving at your vacation lodging. 

You’re always up for a nice cuddle and he is right, you are tired. He rubs at the base of your neck and you practically purr. Maybe a nap would do you good and you’ll be right and ready after. 

“Lay on your stomach for me?” 

You look at him skeptically, but logically you know your partner isn’t one to cause mischief.  You tuck a pillow under your head and turn over.  

Laying on your stomach, in nothing but a pair of panties. Piccolo’s goal is to make you more comfortable.

He skips your lower half for now- you might need him to work out those muscles after fun times. Although it might be fun to pin you down and make you stretch your leg muscles while you squirm underneath him, Piccolo currently aims to actually accomplish his goal. 

Maybe later though. 

You’re always complaining about your back hurting, usually a result of sitting improperly while you work. You sigh as he works his thumbs into the knots. 

Slowly he works his hands up your back, over each segment of your spine. Piccolo spends the most time on your neck and shoulders. It’s where you’re holding the most tension. You do a very convincing job of enticing him to continue, groaning and sighing. 

Rubs his thumb into the base of your skull. You seem properly relaxed, laying slack in the floor bed. 

Piccolo slides a large hand from the back of your neck to under your jaw. Very gently he lifts your head so you look at him above you. 

“Hey Big Guy.” You smile lazily at him. Anyone else should be far more afraid with his hand around their throat. He ducks down, a little to the side to force you into a kiss. The position of the kiss forces him to drape over you, careful to not squish you too much. “Want me to touch you more?” 

You squirm, arching against him. You like it when he uses his size and weight against you. He’s usually extra careful about it but there are times when he can use it to his advantage. “Y-yeah, Lo.” 

Piccolo thinks you just need him to take the lead  tonight. People outside of the relationship probably assume Piccolo is the more dominant of the two of you. He’s bigger and stronger, he’s the “man.” In some ways it’s true, but more often than not you’re the one guiding the situation when it comes to the bedroom. He yields to you when it’s needed. 

He runs his knuckles over the crotch of your panties. “Here?” 

You nod wordlessly, lifting your hips as a means to entice him further. It’s not like it’s hard either. 

Back in the beginning of your relationship, you were quite concerned about taking ‘advantage’ of the Namekian- despite him being a more powerful being but you being the more experienced person. Tonight, he’s the one making sure everything is on track and fun. 

You lift your hips so he can pull off your underwear, finally leaving you fully naked for him. You’re already wet, not enough but more than your body’s natural wetness. 

He starts slowly, just barely touching you, splitting your folds with the back of his fingers. Clearly you’re pent up from the lack of intimacy in the relationship recently. Now that Piccolo thinks about it, he doesn’t think you’ve had any alone time either. 

Piccolo has learned he’s good with his fingers. It’s not hard to bring you towards release with them. Only very rarely does he deny you of it, but not today.

He might be relatively novice, but he did have a pretty good teacher. Works his fingers in and out of your spasming walls. Tucks his unoccupied hand around your hip and under you so he can rub circles around your clit. The position is a little awkward for that but it’s enough stimulation.  

Lying on your stomach gives him ample access to  the sensitive spot inside you.  He does wish he could see your face better in this position, but you’ve buried it in the pillow. 

He watches you grip at the pillow and the linens beneath you. All those muscles he worked so hard to rub out go tight, tight, tight and then finally, go completely lax. 

When he pulls his fingers out of you, he finds that the fluids left behind are clear and sticky. He unceremoniously wipes it in the bedding. You’re laid slack, trying to catch your breath,  “All done?” Piccolo asks,  rubbing gently where the back of your thigh meets your butt cheek.

It takes a second before you can calm your breathing, or maybe find your voice. You turn your head to look at him, seemingly thinking for a minute. 

“Can I give you a blowjob?” 

Piccolo makes a face. He’s never quite understood the appeal of that. Sure, your mouth is warm and wet like the entrance between your legs but one doesn’t have teeth and doesn’t involve sticking his dick into where you breathe from. You’ve admitted you don’t mind him not particularly liking them. 

But you’re asking to do it, so that must mean you want to. 

“I’m not… out yet.” Aroused yes, but it’s not uncommon when he needs a little extra effort for this part. 

“You know I don’t mind.” In all honesty, his anatomy isn’t too dissimilar to yours when he’s sheathed. It doesn’t quite provide the same stimulation as it does for you, but it does mean you perform similar foreplay acts on him. Usually that’s about as close as he lets you get with your mouth, using your tongue on his slit. 

Like he’s learned how to satisfy you, you’ve learned how to for his body. A little coaxing with your fingers and he slides right out for your waiting mouth. You guide him to grip at your hair, seeming pleased when he takes a good fistful. Bobbing your head with a nod and humming around him. 

Eventually you dare to go deeper, he’d probably barely notice it he couldn’t feel your gag reflex reacting to the intrusion. You’re going slow enough that it’s not a problem. 

It’s hard to keep his hips still. Despite his logical mind being weary of this act, the baser part of his instincts do very much want to grip you by the skull and drive his cock down as far down your throat as it can go. Hard. So he just grips at your hair a little tighter. 

Piccolo thinks you’re doing a very good job at trying to be enticing. At your height difference with this position, you can’t even reach the hilt, but it’s enough. But it’s hard to watch you struggle, even if both of you are seemingly enjoying it. 

“I’m not going to … finish like this.” It feels good, sure, you’re very good at whatever you’re doing with your mouth. Maybe it’s a mental thing. He’s let you have your amusement. 

“You wanna come inside me?” You coo sweetly, continuing to mouth at his shaft. He grunts, tugging your hair again, this time to try to redirect you to the next part. 

A little giggle bubbles out of you, before you flop back into the blankets. If it wouldn’t mean practically tackling you, he would have caught you to make sure you don’t bump your head. 

“The toy can’t go in before…” You kind of nod your head. “Maybe after, okay?” 

Piccolo nods. “What else should I do?” 

“Just dirty talk I guess. Say what you wanna do to me with the toy.” Piccolo ponders. He’s never been quite good at that part. “I can help with it, bud.” You add, easing him back into your little love nest. 

You decide to be on top- another uncommon occurrence in your bedroom activities. Piccolo’s hips are hard to accommodate in this position and you don’t always have the endurance in your hips and knees to  keep up with it. The position lets him slip deeper than any of them, the blunt end of his cock nudging against the plug of your womb. Makes you gasp. 

“Too much?” 

You rock against him. “Jus’ gotta get used to it. Can feel you all the way here.” You pet across your lower stomach. 

He should have been more diligent about keeping you stretched out, even if you aren’t actively having sex in recent times. But it really only does take a moment and then you’re putting in a valiant effort to bounce on his cock. 

“You wanna put the egg in me? Deep like this,” you guide his hand to press into the fat of your tummy. “Right here?” 

Oh this is the Roleplay thing. 

A growl rumbles deep from his chest. Your eyes go wide and your hips stutter in response. Then you surge forward to kiss him a little too eagerly and he has to catch you so you don’t smash your face into his. It’d likely hurt you more than him. 

Like this your movements turn more into grinding than bouncing. He flexes his hips to push himself deeper into you. “You want it bad too, huh?” 

“Ye- yeah, Lo.”

He takes the initiative and grabs you to flip both of you over. It makes you squeal in surprise. For a moment, Piccolo loses himself in the fantasy. He almost believes that if he indeed tried hard enough, he could fuck you hard enough that it would take. (If he weren’t mostly concerned about how you feel wrapped around him, he’d wonder where that urge comes from.) 

Piccolo knows you’ll stop him if he’s being too rough. Your fingernails trace the ridges on his arms. They dig in as you try to hang onto him, it doesn’t really hurt as he has thicker skin, but he is aware of the feeling. 

You’re perfect. Warm, tight, clenching around his cock. His partner, mate, whatever. Love of his life. Future mother of his-

It should give him pause, but instead it hits him like a train. “You just gotta come for me big guy.” You lock your legs around him best you can. It should be embarrassing, how easily you can coax him into an orgasm. But how could it be when you’re so very convincing? 

It hits hard, cumming feels like he’s been wrung completely dry. For all the resolve he’s put into training his muscles, now they seem particularly useless. He goes slack on top of you. 

Piccolo is heavy. It’s rare he rests his full weight on top of you to prevent actually squashing you. You like it though. At this moment, he needs it. Needs to stay inside you for a little bit longer, so close there’s no difference between where you end and he begins. 

“It’s not often you’re the one tired out after one round.” You coo, breathily. It’s hard to catch your breath when your giant boyfriend is doing his best impression of your weighted blanket. 

Piccolo's stamina has nothing to do with this, even if it was particularly intense. 

You shiver a little when Piccolo pulls out, unplugging your entrance and letting his fluids dribble out of you. It’s noticeably a lot more than usual- clear evidence of the lack of intimacy between you two as of late. 

You whine at the feeling, attempting to clamp your legs together. Or maybe because your boyfriend is openly staring at your pussy. The evidence of his climax is clear as day. “You didn’t come.” 

You shrug half heartedly. “I was close.” You once explained to him, sometimes it just doesn’t happen. That’s probably especially true when your partner comes embarrassingly fast. “We weren’t supposed to be done after you’re finished.” 

You half roll over to rifle through fabric, procuring the items deposited there. The little toy- the egg and the lube. It’s a little bigger than a chicken egg. “I can do it if you don’t want to.” No, he definitely wants to do it. 

“I can do it.” 

You give him a little nod. Reassurance for you or him, he’s not sure. “Just push it in gently with your fingers. Not too deep, I don’t want to struggle getting it out.” 

Some sick part of Piccolo does like the idea of that. Maybe a larger one, that you have to push and push and push to free it from your body. It slides in easily with some lube and the mixture of your fluids. He watches you clench around the silicone toy. 

“How does it feel?” If he pressed his fingers into the flesh of your pubic mound, he could probably feel it inside of you if he pushed hard enough. That’d probably be uncomfortable so he just caresses there firmly. 

You whimper, your hips twitching to meet his fingers. “It’s just kind of a pressure. Feels full- Good job, you did a good job.” 

Piccolo’s cock twitches to life again, it hasn’t sheathed yet. That feral feeling has twitched to life again too. Hauls you into his lap so he can notch against your hole. 

“Careful!” Your hips jump a little, he’s not sure if you’re trying to retreat or seek more stimulation. 

He cocks his head at you. “We gotta… complete the goal, right? Can’t just put the egg in you.” He keeps a hand splayed across your pelvis. You whine, head bobbing a little. Your eggs have to be fertilized. It doesn’t make sense- he doesn’t even produce sperm. Piccolo knows he can’t penetrate you now, you told him such and he knows how to listen. “I won’t go in, just… close enough.” He pushes against your folds. It’s slick and you’re just getting wetter. 

He can't help but be entranced by the way you clench around the toy. That must be the point of the toy, to put pressure on your g-spot without actual penetration. The simulation of a part of his own biology is just an added bonus. He wonders if you could keep it inserted throughout the day another time. Will you want to use the toy again? Or is it just for this special occasion? 

Your back bows more and more while he rubs practiced circles against your clit.  Gently, he pushes his fingers back into you to press the toy harder against your walls. He's being careful, keeping the little tail tucked between them. “Do a good job for me too. Come for me .” You whine again. Now that he’s got his fingers inside you he can feel it, clenching tight tight tight. Keeping an even pace with his other hand around your bud. 

“Wait-” You cry but it's already too late. The wave comes crashing over you and with it a tidal of fluids gushing out of you. “Oh shit-” 

Piccolo pushes forward and replaces his fingers inside you with his cock, not in- just enough that the blunt head is pushed in a little. You struggle to find purchase somewhere to hold on, but it does prove helpful as you touch all over his shoulders and arm and chest.  All it takes him is one and then two firm strokes of himself and his own wave comes crashing over him. 

“Good job.” He groans as he rides through his own second orgasm. You shiver when he pushes himself through your folds once again. He rewards you with kisses pressed to your face. 

Piccolo rolls off you this time- sparing you the full body contact. You cross your arms loosely over your chest, he watches it heave as you come back to your brain. Gives you a minute or two before he sits himself up to move on to the next part.  “Are you going to lay here for a while?” 

You roll over a little, cringing at the feeling of the cooling fluids between your legs. It's all over you honestly. “We should clean up- I gotta get this thing out of me first, it can’t stay in for too long.” 

“Do you need help with that part?” He did put it in after all, he could have pulled it out when he had his fingers in you before. That might have proved to be unsatisfactory at the moment however. 

“No it’s easy enough to remove- it’s why it’s got the tail. I just gotta-“ You roll over fully so you can sit up. You wobble a bit, your legs and hips and likely your whole body turned to jello. 

Piccolo wraps a strong arm around your shoulders to steady you. You make a noise somewhere between a hum and a groan, knocking your forehead against his shoulder. “Dizzy?” 

“A little.” 

“Take your time.” He can hold you for as long as you need. 

You take another moment before reaching between your legs. You’re trying to take it slow, either prolong the feeling or delay the ending all together. Maybe next time you’ll let him feel you doing it, or even do it himself.  You grunt a little. He hears a soft pop as you pull the toy out of your entrance. 

You pull your face away from where your forehead rested against his shoulder. There are a few wet lines running the lengths of your cheeks. You’re crying. “Did that hurt?” Piccolo thumbs at a fat tear. 

You jerk back, like you’ve been startled. “No, it’s fine.” Your voice betrays you, cracking. You turn your face away, hiding it as you wipe away the tears. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“S’nothing, it just happens sometimes. Hormones or something.” You shrug. You’ve never cried after sex before, not with Piccolo at least. Maybe a tear or two that escapes during pleasure, but not like this. 

“You’re really okay?” You nod with your face hidden in your hands. “… you’ll feel better if we get cleaned up. Do you want a bath, shower?” You probably feel pretty gross. 

You deflate. “Not right now.” 

Piccolo resorts to picking you up to go to the  bathroom. Lets you use the toilet in private while he retrieves clean things for you both. Forgoes any of the pajamas you’d packed for yourself and picks out one of his shirts instead. His clothes usually end up in your wardrobe eventually, although it has grown significantly since the two of you started dating. He also grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. 

He hears the sink running when he returns. Steam billows up from the faucet, indicating you let the flow heat up. You just stare at it. 

Piccolo picks you up again, setting you on the counter which makes you shiver. Puts the bottle of water in your hands. “I’m sorry.” He’s partially apologizing for you being cold, but maybe also the other stuff. 

You shake your head. “Not your fault. I thought it’d be fun.” 

You don’t seem particularly motivated to actually get to the task at hand: cleaning yourself up. It’s alright, he can do it. 

He’d seen you fish your toiletries bag out of your luggage when the two of you’d first arrived. First, he turns down the temperature of the water to wet a washcloth. Hands it to you with some of your face wash deposited on the cloth. Hopefully it will help calm some of the splotchiness on your face from crying. 

Rinses the cloth thoroughly after you hand it back. He only lets you clean your face since it’s easier, he has big hands and doesn’t particularly want to poke you in the eye. To help, he does a diligent job of wiping between your legs. “You didn’t enjoy it at all?” 

Your eyes go wide- for a second he thinks you might start crying again. “I did- it felt good- I just-“ You’re not close enough to starting your period again for you to be feeling like this. Cracked open like an egg, raw.

“Shh, deep breath. I’m not upset.” Piccolo smooths a big hand over the side of your face. He’s just worried he pushed a boundary he didn’t quite know existed. 

You lean into him, which is a good sign that you’re not upset or uncomfortable by him. “The sex was fine. I just-” you worry your bottom lip with your teeth for a second. “I thought we could find satisfaction with the toy.” 

“I pushed you to use it before you were ready.” 

“I’m the one who bought and packed it. I thought I’d be fine with playing and then I had to-  I didn’t think it through all the way, Lo.” You sigh. Piccolo rubs your temple. He’s only so good at the soothing part.

“We’ve been naked too long.” You grumble, pushing off the counter after a few minutes of silent comforting.  You go grab a dry towel. He watches you in the mirror as you dry off. He cleans himself and washes his hands, you set to work on putting your clothes. Well you pick them up from where he set them on top of the toilet. 

“You know I’m not just… sad right?” You fiddle with your underwear. “I’m trying not to be but it’s not just being sad. It’s grieving, but not like if I lost something or someone. Like I’m grieving something I’ll never know.” 

Piccolo doesn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay if you don’t understand.” You’re idling to put your clothes on still, so he’s able to pull his pants on before you even step into your underwear. 

You’re used to this part in your relationship. Sometimes Piccolo needs time to process and learn what things actually mean. Right now it feels like it’s never been this severe. 

He pulls his shirt from your grip, deciding to let you put your underwear on.  Maybe he’s letting you keep that boundary, even if that really doesn’t make much logical sense. Pulling it over your head for you. 

You decide to skip the underwear all together once you stick your arms through the sleeves. “I’m going to go to the bedroom, okay?” 

Piccolo follows, much like he always does.

“You can go out if you want.” You tuck yourself into the duvet on the bed. You’re likely going to take a post sex nap. You were ready to have a good cuddle and take a nap before everything. The emotions probably didn’t help on that front either. 

Piccolo frowns. You’ve been offering that more, letting him leave when you’re planning on resting or even just sleeping at night. It was fairly common in the beginning of your relationship. Back then he didn’t always hold you when you slept, but he did often stay with you at least.

He knows he’s absolutely going to not do that. He slides into the bedding with you. Slots a thick thigh between yours and wraps his arms around yours. His fist settles against your sternum so he can feel your heartbeat. His other arm pillows your hands head, you give his palm a kiss before you interlock your fingers with his. 

The position forces you to settle, like he’s wrestled you into a nap. Instead of following suit and closing his eyes, Piccolo watches you as you lie in his arms. 

“Bud, you know I can’t sleep if you’re staring.” 

“Sometimes, I miss you. But not because I haven’t seen you, I miss you like you’re… gone.” There will be someday when he will never see you again. Piccolo will outlive you and he’s never realized that's what he’s feeling. 

You’re feeling that for something, someone who will never exist. 

“I wish… I could give you an …egg? Maybe just a baby, I guess.” He’s decided to try a new game of Pretending.  

You’re silent for a moment. “You’re lucky I don’t mind, that's as weird as it sounds.” You make a plucking motion at him, pretending to eat something. “How would that even work? Swallow it and puke up a baby?” 

It wouldn’t. It’s not possible anyways but he lets you entertain it.  Maybe he is too. 

“… I think you’re the weird one.” 

“Alright, Green Bean.” 

Piccolo pinches your thigh, makes you giggle. “I thought you were napping?” Ignore the fact he’s the one who is keeping you up to begin with. 

You yawn. “I wish … we had takeout.” 

“I can get it for you.”

“I want it to just magically appear though!” You make a tiny pinching motion with your fingers again. “You should make a tiny set of dragon balls- for the silly things. Like the size of marbles.” 

“Ours are the smallest set. You do know they aren’t always used for serious stuff.” 

“For Chinese food though?” 

Honestly, the dragon balls have been used for less for serious stuff- like resurrection of people or planets and more for things like Bulma’s cosmetic alterations,  woman’s panties. Piccolo shrugs. “I guess probably not that.” 

“See! We need tiny ones, maybe there’d only be like… four. The dragon could be … a snake. Wait then they’d be snake balls.” 

Piccolo rolls himself over onto his back, still keeping you close. “I need to meditate to forget this conversation.” 

You snort. Your silly little game (annoy your boyfriend for your own amusement) has been won, even if you were the one playing it. He sees you open your mouth to say something again, but covers your mouth before you can. “Nap.” 

You settle again now that your mood is lighter. Still a little sad, but you might always be. You silently decide that next weekend trip or getaway will probably include Pan. 

[ball-slayer]

yup.

[vee-vee-writes]

Haunted Memories and Broken Dreams (slight Vegeta x Saiyan!reader)

Slight AU where Bulma never went to Namek with Krillin and Gohan. Gender Neutral piece so imagine yourself as you please :)

Notes: I wrote this in an hour, it’s late at night so please excuse any grammar or other issues. I just wanted to get it out of my system. It’s what I think someone like Raditz would have to contend with if he’d lived & watched Vegeta destroy Nappa.

It had been a little over a year since the battle against Kakarot. Following Prince Vegeta, you had travelled with him and Nappa to find the Dragon Balls Raditz’s killer had unwittingly informed you of. You’d met the Namekian, Piccolo, who had killed your comrade when a team of Earth fighters had appeared to try and stop you. The Saibamen had made quick work out of one of them and two more had fallen to Nappa. Well the small one Chiaotzu had blown himself up trying to take out Nappa but considering he’d survived the attack it counted as a point to Nappa in your book.

Despite being the weakest of Frieza’s Saiyans now that Raditz was dead, Vegeta had decided it was best to let Nappa blow off some steam. Sidelining you with him had been a mistake and once Kakarot had appeared he’d made short work of Nappa. You’d watched in horror as Nappa, the man who had faithfully served his prince since before Planet Vegeta’s destruction, was destroyed by Vegeta’s dirty fireworks attack. Yet you knew even if you sided with Kakarot now and somehow did defeat Vegeta it was no good. Death was inevitable where Frieza was concerned.

So like always you’d fought alongside Vegeta, barely making out alive in the end. For all your loyalty, the scumbag prince had crawled into his pod and abandoned you to die on this mudball planet. The only reason you weren’t dead was thanks to Kakarot who saw a worthy sparring partner in you. It had taken a month in that godforsaken human hospital before the sensu beans were ready. While Kakarot had been keen to give you a bean, nobody else was. With most of the Z fighters dead and the rest on their way to Namek there was no one to defeat you if you did decide to wreck havoc on the Earth while Goku was gone.

Instead Bulma had compromised, promising Goku that she would have you taken to Capsule Corp where you’d finish the rest of your treatment up. True to her word, you’d been transferred there a few days later. While you were rather grouchy about the backward underdeveloped nature of the technology on this planet, being doted on at Capsule Corp was rather nice. Bulma had taken a shine to you once she’d realised you were mostly bark in your current state and as far as earthlings went you had to admit she wasn’t so bad. Mrs Brief’s had enjoyed having you stay, constantly bringing you baked sweets and fresh beverages. Mr Brief’s even stopped in time to time to chat with you and inquire about Saiyan/Frieza tech. For a low class Saiyan who had spent years under both Frieza and Vegeta’s thumbs it sure was a good life.

But then Vegeta had reappeared, reincarnated and cockier than ever. Walking in with a smug indifference over your survival, he’d relayed to you the situation on Namek and the likelihood that you were the last two (full blooded) Saiyans left. His demeanour screamed that he expected you to once again fall in line behind him and without Kakarot there didn’t seem to be any likelihood of disobeying Vegeta and surviving. With a heavy heart you accepted that no matter what you seemed destined for a life of servitude.

Seeing how Vegeta’s visit had shaken her injured Saiyan guest Bulma had done everything in her power the two of you seperate. The creation of the gravity spaceship(s) for Vegeta and his sudden departure into space had at least kept him off your back. While you were glad to be rid of his mockery and constant demands, a deep bitterness began to fester in his absence.

Vegeta and Nappa had always looked down upon you and Raditz but you had bitten your tongue and followed orders. Even as elite Saiyans, the two of you had not been granted the privilege of being born into high class families. Instead, you and Raditz were lowborn’s who’d gotten lucky. Enslavement under Frieza had heightened these divides and in moments of frustration and anger you both became verbal, and sometimes physical punching bags, for Vegeta. Nappa followed Vegeta’s lead for the most part, though occasionally cut the two of you some slack.

But now all of that suffering felt like it had been for nothing. Frieza was dead, killed by Kakarot or with him in Namek’s explosion and you had not even been present to bear witness. An unfamiliar feeling gnawed at you over Kakarot’s demise. Guilt. The younger Saiyan was the reason you were even alive and yet it seemed your debt would go eternally unpaid. Vegeta had abandoned you to die in an act of self preservation. If you’d even thought of doing the same, running back to Frieza with your tail tucked you would have been killed. But Vegeta was the Prince of all (five) Saiyans, he had lived a life of special privileges that no other Frieza force member was granted.

Raditz, the only other true ally you’d ever had was gone, executed the year prior. All Vegeta had done was mock his death, not a single remorseful word shed over a lifelong ally’s death. Even Nappa was gone, betrayed and destroyed by the very boy he had all but raised after your planets destruction. It all left a bitter taste in your mouth. Behind it all a single being featured.

Resentment and anger bubbled, boiling over to your dreams. Even when Vegeta was absent you were never truly free of him. His acts of vicious contempt raged, pointing out every weakness and flaw. Beaten bloody and on the edge of death you’d awake in a cold sweat, desperately clutching at the sheets as you tried to get your bearings. Earth was full of new experiences and crying was no different. On the days you didn’t wake in a violent start you found tears pooled in your eyes and a wetness on your pillow.You would never know what it meant to be whole, unburdened. You would never know what it meant to be loved by your kin. Most of all, you would never get an apology, even if Vegeta did return. No his overinflated ego was much to big for that and you doubted he’d ever felt anything other than hatred and amusement at others suffering. It seemed you were doomed to a life of haunted memories and broken dreams, Vegeta’s cruelty had tainted your very being.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Will | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this is for the always lovely @miss-taura! i hope you're starting to feel better, or that you start getting better quickly!! rest and hydrate 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: saiyan!reader, illness, mentions of death, mentions of frieza doing frieza things

Anxiety clings to Vegeta's stomach as he marches to your room on the Frieza station— you weren't at dinner tonight. It's unlike you, unlike any Saiyan warrior, and worry nags the Prince to his bones.

Of the Saiyans left, you're certainly his favorite. The bar is low, with your competition being Nappa and the Radish-boy, but you're still quite the cut above them. And your lack of presence is irritating, rude, and above all worth a princely tantrum.

Pounding on your door, his patience is too worn thin to properly wait for an answer. You haven't responded with the half second between his harsh knocks, so obviously he's got every single right to invite himself in. It's dark but his scouter clearly marks your exact position in your bed, and he hears your soft groan as the light from the hall floods in.

"What the hell, 'Geets?" Congestion plagues your sinuses, and a fever leaves you with harsh shivers as you glare at Vegeta with blurry eyes.

Vegeta scoffs and narrows his eyes as he steps further in, kicking the door shut behind him. "More like what the hell is up with you. You skipped dinner."

You cough into your shirt, flopping down pathetically onto your pillow. "I'm not hungry."

"A Saiyan is always hungry." Vegeta's arms cross over his broad chest as he tilts his head— he's not sure if he's ever seen you sick, or anybody else on this ship, for that matter.

A cold trickle of fear suddenly drips down his spine; Frieza certainly would find no use in nursing any of his army back to health, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate a particular bug spreading amongst the force.

He can't lose you like this.

Too tired to argue with him, you wave a hand in Vegeta's general direction. "Leave me be, 'Geets."

Vegeta nearly growls— you're far too uncaring. Do you have a death wish? He storms out of the room and you're far too ill to wonder what's gotten into him before another terrible coughing fit assaults you again.

Your consciousness fades in and out, though the next time you come to for longer than mere seconds, it's at Vegeta's shaking of your shoulder. His touch isn't particularly gentle, the rare occurrence never really is, but you can feel his effort of holding back. "Mmm…?"

"Sit up and eat, and take this too." A platter from the dining hall sits on the nightstand beside your bed, and a small caplet is flicked your way.

"Where did you find medicine?" Throat scratchy and burning at even breathing, a soft cough follows your question.

"It matters not. Just use it."

So he broke an international law somewhere, got it.

Your legs rub together unconsciously, begging the resulting friction for warmth. A Saiyan rarely feels so chilled, but it's as if you're iced to your very bones. Vegeta's jaw ticks and he doesn't put much thought into the why before he's stripped off a glove and pressed the back of his rarely-revealed hand against your forehead. His memories of his mother are frighteningly fading, but that is one of the few that holds strong and he can clearly remember of his late mother. He was young and felt awful for perhaps the first time in his life, and her gentle hand measuring his fever did wonders as a cure compared to all the bedrest and tonics.

Your watery eyes meet with Vegeta's as he moves to touch each cheek, his knuckles dragging along your skin and bumping over your nose. Eyes guarded, he turns his head and pulls back his palm. "You're running a fever. Eat now, and take the medicine. You're to be cured by tomorrow, understand?"

This motherfucker is giving my illness orders!

Opting for a dumb nod, your attention focuses on what he's brought you. Nothing too capable of potentially upsetting your stomach, it's easy to devour even with your fatigue crawling back by the second and the shivering from your fever slowly icing you more and more. You can hardly even notice Vegeta's too-quiet demeanor as he stares a hole into the carpeted floor, though to not see such a stoic side of the rather bratty, barbarous man that typically wears a smile of evil would be impossible.

"Done." Voice hardly capable of more than a whisper now, you set the plate aside and, large pill laid out on your tongue, finish off the first of the gallons of water he's thoughtfully provided you.

"Rest." His order is swift and gruff as he turns to leave, but your voice, quiet and unsure, calls for him to linger just a bit longer.

"T-Thank you, V-Vegeta." The tremors of your body are harsh enough to make your teeth audibly clash together, and the thin blanket wrapped around you couldn't possibly be enough to dispel this fever.

Breaking the fever will allow the medicine to work, and a little sigh pulls from his lips. You certainly always manage to break down a barrier he places, and usually it's fully unintentional and unknowing. But he cannot lose the last woman in his life, the last of the Saiyan race, and that's what has him stripping to his underwear and climbing into bed with you.

"'Geets…"

"Speak not a word further. Rest." He grumbles and unravels your wrapped form, inserting himself under the blanket with you. The heat radiating from him nearly makes your head spin as you grab the Prince's body despite how unbecoming this all is. The touch of his body isn't exactly foreign, though it certainly is in the manner of comfort rather than the training you've always known.

Vegeta's hold is tight. It's his duty as your Prince to keep you alive, though the warming of his cheeks when he gets a glimpse of your sleeping face suggests to himself it may not be as noble as he wishes.

[panda4starz]

Still new to posting both on here and on AO3, but here's my most recent post on AO3 since trying to fix up this blog.

I've got several other things put up on AO3, too, so check those out if you'd like

[galexibrain]

Made myself some fanart for my fic.

Goten learns the important bits from Uncle Geets. (Chichi will lose her mind when her sweet baby boy comes home and has turned into a delinquent.)

[astral-mariner]

An illustration for my new one-shot, "Indulgence and Denial" (read here). It's a sequel to my other one, "Strength and Weakness" (read here). Content warning for very explicit erotica. Tags below.

[saiyanmazen]

Working on a little something to break through my writer's block. It's an early draft, so please excuse any mistakes.

Yes. It's smut for Legend - A Dragon Ball Tale. All based on Bulma catching Vegeta’s cape.