#Goku fanfics

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Ten days to full bloom (Secret Santa fic)

Title: Ten Days to Full bloom Author: Bananabluish Gift for: The lovely Aevy WC: ~2200 Summary: Under the cherry blossom trees, painting the land in powdery pinks and whites, Goku discovers what it means to be in love with his newly-wed wife, Chi-Chi. AO3 Link: Here

Ten days to full bloom

Goku and ChiChi stood hand in hand, gazing out at the breathtaking view from their new home on Mount Paozu. The cherry blossom trees surrounding their land painted the landscape in hues of powdery pinks and whites, casting an atmosphere that looked so dreamily serene, that it verged on magical. Chichi's lavender cheongsam beautifully blended into the colors of the landscape, in contrast to Goku's appearance. Looking down at his signature orange gi, adorned with hooks and tears here and there, made him feel like he stood out like a sore thumb. He was brought back into reality when Chichi absentmindedly plucked a small twig from his hair—remnants of his sparring session with Krillin earlier in the morning, and Goku felt an unwelcome surge of heat in his neck.

Turning slightly to hide his blush, his gaze naturally fell upon their new home, built next to the flank of a tall mountain. A spring breeze persisting for days, had blown an abundance of flower petals into their yard, blanketing the grass in a fluffy layer of pink. According to Chichi, the cherry blossoms would paint the view from their kitchen every year from now on, as the month of March turned into April. Having shared the same roof for just a few days, Goku found himself already captivated by the depth of Chichi's knowledge on things that had never even crossed his mind before.  Goku slightly turned to her, trying to catch the murmurs slipping from her lips over the rustling leaves. He gathered she was saying something about how this view was the perfect setting for the beginning of their new life together. Goku understood the words but didn't quite grasp what Chichi was actually saying. In fact, the whole concept of 'marriage' still left him bewildered, despite his participation in the wedding. He glanced down at their intertwined hands with a puzzled expression, uncertain why she had insisted on this gesture. Did this also come with 'marriage'? He now knew that 'husband' and 'wife' were supposed to have physical contact in the bedroom, but did this also extend throughout the day?

Suddenly, the voracious growl of a beast rumbled from his stomach, ruthlessly shattering the tranquility that had embraced the moment. Goku's cheeks reddened again as he apologetically rubbed the back of his head. “Oops, guess I'm getting hungry again, Chichi.”

Chichi frowned—she was still full from their heavy lunch, and the dishes weren't even dry yet. Goku seemed like a bottomless pit when it came to food, which burdened her with a lot of extra work, but she could never suppress a smile whenever Goku showed unease around his infinite hunger. “It's time to start dinner then.” Chichi seemed to relish the quiet stroll back home in the shared silence between them. Goku felt the need to say or do something, but had no idea what husbands were supposed to express to their wives in such moments as these. A little later, Goku effortlessly stacked a few sizable wooden crates on each other, his muscles flexing with the ease of a man who dedicated all his time to his training. Chichi observing from the doorway while the pots simmered behind her, couldn't help but worry, despite her inability to take her eyes off his bare muscular arms. She shook her head to dispel the indecent thoughts clouding her mind. "Goku, be careful! Those boxes are heavy, and I don't want you breaking my mother’s china," she admonished.

With a nonchalant grin, Goku assured her, "Don't worry, Chichi. I've lifted much heavier things during training." He was well aware that Chichi was likely just as capable of carrying everything into the house, but she had emphasized that it was more fitting for it to be a 'husband's job. Goku, in his typical fashion, gladly seized every opportunity with both hands to break a sweat.  Wondering if Goku even knew what 'china' was, Chichi turned around with a huff, carrying a heap of towels inside. She could no longer tolerate looking at his careless conduct. Nevertheless, she was pleased her new husband was able to bring everything inside quickly. They had spent the past few days with the absolute bare minimum— getting by with just a bed and some kitchenware, because the remote location of their home had been challenging for the moving truck to reach. It didn’t take long before they had brought most of the belongings inside as Goku didn’t possess anything other than the shirt on his back and the boots on his feet. There was only some kitchen furniture left standing in the grass. While carrying their new dining chairs inside, Chichi gracefully managed two chairs stacked upon each other, and Goku haphazardly handled the rest. Peering around the mountain of furniture, he stole a glance at his new wife. He couldn’t ignore the warmth growing inside of him whenever he looked at her. The sensation resembled ki-generation whenever he powered up for battle, but it seemed more concentrated in his chest. The first time he experienced this feeling was an hour before what everybody had called ‘the ceremony’. In the white wedding dress, her radiance was akin to the silver twinkle on a stream’s surface... or a flock of white doves catching flight... or like the sweetest whipped cream he ever tasted. Seeing her like that tickled his insides in all sorts of funny ways and ever since he had tried to pinpoint exactly what it was about. He noticed it especially when she looked directly at him, and her large brown eyes radiated a warmth that reminded him of afternoon sun on freshly upturned soil. In the following days, as they settled into their new home, Goku carried this puzzle with him, determined to keep trying to figure it out. It was during one particular quiet evening that Goku was hit hard by this new and unfamiliar feeling. In the soft glow of the sun drooping into the horizon, Goku and Chichi found themselves sitting on their porch, surrounded by the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms. It surprised Goku that although he wasn’t particularly fond of flora, he now paid attention to how the orange light tinted the blossom petals. Goku's eyes lingered on Chichi's profile as she spoke about her day, explaining where she had found the herbs she had incorporated into their last meal, detailing her explorations of the surroundings.

Even though Goku had exceptionally enjoyed her culinary skills—he had inhaled everything set out on the table in a matter of seconds, her words completely faded away in the presence of her beauty. That peculiar feeling suddenly hit him again, striking him like a bolt of lightning this time, and he blinked in surprise.

"Chichi, I... I think I'm feeling something strange," Goku admitted, his tone of voice just as confused as his expression.

Chichi turned to him. "What do you mean, Goku?"

"I don't know. It's like my heart is doing something funny when I'm around you.” Goku scratched his head, trying to make sense of these newfound emotions again. “Is that normal?"

Chichi chuckled, her laughter striking him right in the chest. "Goku, that sounds a lot like love. It's what married couples feel for one another, if all is well.

“Love?” Goku pondered the word, letting it roll off his tongue. He didn't know much about the love between a man and a woman, except for what he’d seen on Master Roshi’s television, but judging by the impractical clothing the ladies wore, that source of information didn't seem so reliable either. So far, the whole concept had been far outside of his world. That is, until recently. Could he have fallen into it without even realizing it? His eyes slid inquisitively over her features, willing her to elaborate. But she kept her mouth shut. Why did she often talk when he didn't care for it, but when he wanted her to speak, she remained tight-lipped? There was a certain gleam in her eyes that he wasn't used to seeing from her though. When getting into bed that evening, they engaged in that one thing they had done almost every night since their wedding. Whenever they shed their clothes and lay down on the mattress, it was almost as if Goku’s instincts seamlessly took over. His gaze, as though he was on the battlefield, focused on her with intensity. But instead of defeating her in martial arts, all he wanted was to feel her, kiss her, taste her, everywhere. To feel and be inside her. In the last few days, he had begun to grasp what he needed to do to bring out more of the delicious sounds she would make whenever he solely focused on her. With each added night of such intimate entanglements, he found himself drawn to her in more ways he didn't quite comprehend. He began noticing the subtle details—the way her hair fell whenever she turned her head, the softness of her touch whenever she plucked a fluff off his back, and the warmth of her smile whenever he joined her in the same room. She didn't laugh so often, but when she did, his day inexplicably brightened. Exactly ten days after their wedding, Chichihad convinced him to join her again in the orchard. She had told him that the Japanese cherry blossom tree bloomed for only two weeks, and she wanted to seize every opportunity to enjoy it. Despite Goku’s initial resistance—he was reluctant to interrupt his training, he harbored some curiosity about what she had in store for him.

They walked along a low-hanging tree, and Chichi reached out to pluck a small branch with flowers. She tucked it into her hair, behind her ears, and Goku found it strange that while he still didn’t particularly care for flowers, he found that this specific bloom complemented her beauty so well. He came to the realization that he wouldn't want to change anything about her. 

As they strolled through their yard, and into the treeline, Goku absorbed the serene beauty of his wife and of the landscape, noting that even though by far most flowers had opened, there were still a few buds waiting to burst into full bloom. It suddenly struck him—just like these blossoms, his heart was in the process of opening up to Chichi, revealing layers he hadn't known were even there.

Goku abruptly halted mid-step. Sensing his absence next to her, Chichi pivoted, expecting her husband had dart off, perhaps in pursuit of another bird like last week. She spotted him standing still behind her, a different expression on his face than his usual sunny demeanor. As Goku approached her, a sudden breeze caused the cherry blossoms to rain down around them like confetti and Goku couldn't contain his feelings any longer. "Chichi, I think I've figured it out. I... I love you," Goku confessed. His eyes, for once, did not reflect his usual childlike enthusiasm but instead pooled with sincerity.

Chichi’s eyes widened before she broke out in that specific radiant smile he craved to coax out of her. "Goku, I love you too." She lifted her arms to cradle his head in her hands, flattening a few black strands with her fingertips, and gazed deep into his eyes for a moment. The moment froze in time and without the need for words, they both sensed that everything was just right. After blowing a falling pink petal from his brow, Chichi kissed her husband. As he felt her lips on his, the warm ball in his chest sprang to life again, this time expanding into a warm mixture of warmth and nervousness throughout his entire torso. Goku wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the lean muscle beneath his fingertips through her dress. Being more confident that Chichi was experiencing the same kind of strange sensations he felt for her, he deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against him. His body spontaneously came alive with her proximity up to the point that his heart tried to break through his ribs.

Before the wedding, he had thought marriage was a new type of exotic dish—or maybe something gross Bulma had cooked up in her lab. But it wasn't until ten days after their wedding day that he truly understood what it was all about: Chichi vowed to always be there for him, and he realized how incredibly lucky he was that someone wanted to spend a lifetime with him. This woman was even prepared to feed his perpetually hungry stomach to the point of satisfaction, no matter how difficult a task that proved to be. However, as their lives had further intertwined, Goku realized it was not about satisfying his stomach but his heart. 

As the last few gold-orange streaks in the sky dissipated into the night, they embraced onto a tapestry of fallen petals, making Goku feel like he was part of something secret and special, a new chapter of his life beginning. As if guided by an unseen force, their embrace effortlessly moved into something more. When they made love under the canopy of pastel pink that night, the moon cast its spell over the orchard, their shadows dancing with the blossoms, creating a ballet of love that was almost surreal.

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NSFW Headcanons | Goku Edition [18+]

Goku's very animalistic in the bedroom. God, is he loud. Grunting, moaning, the lot. He's especially loud when you're giving him head or a handjob. When you would first meet up your flatmates would complain about how loud he would be or how much they'd hear your headboard banging against the wall.

Hooking up for the first time was for a quicky but he definitely caught feelings for you quick and it's more than obvious when you have sex. He loves to praise you, he loves to say that you're amazing at what you're doing. He tells you he loves you a lot after.

Goku loves having fun with you while you guys have sex. He loves making you smile with his goofy attitude.

Favourite position would definitely be doggy. The feeling of being deep inside you is the best feeling for him. He also loves playing with your breasts when you ride him. He would also love looking into your eyes when you're having a much more slow and passionate fuck.

he has a very very high libido. He masturbates a lot when he isn't with you and when you are together he's constantly got his hands on you, pleading for you to come to the bedroom with him.

his dick is huge. I'd imagine it to be thick and about 8 inches.

you had to teach him about aftercare but he knows how to treat you well after you have sex. He loves to cuddle you, make sure you're hydrated and he loves sharing some food with you in bed with a movie. He loves napping with you, keeping his crotch against your ass and his fingers on your hips.

one of his biggest kinks is voyeurism. It took Goku a while to accept social norms when it comes to sex but the idea of you guys being watched turns him on. He also loves seeing you naked. He loves when you kiss his neck too, it turns him on massively and he loves when you grab his hair and claw his back up.

I feel like as a thicc girl who loves thicc girls, Goku would definitely love a thicc girl too. He would love squishing your thighs and squeezing your curves.

[sketchp00ch]

The Whole Son Family is HERE!!

I honestly missed this What If / AU I thought about two years back…

I just wish I wasn’t still feeling some burnout from art school 🙄 😒

But I will do my best to indulge more into this AU!

For now— I did write a prologue and three chapters of this AU on AO3 if y’all are interested 👀 👀 👀

You can read them down here 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

Prologue:

Main Story:

[haridkrish]

Vegeta artwork that I made yesterday. This is Saiyan Saga Vegeta. I lost my dbz artworks count.

[yingying-57]

A one-shot I wrote for an AU I have where Chi-Chi is a half-demon, and Goku keeps his tail.

Early into their marriage, Chi-Chi wakes up to a surprise on a night of the full moon.

Hope you enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/62923903

Thank you @megamattzx for beta reading!

[cluelesshero]

#486 Lore

A simple straight forward story?

I don't think so!!!

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[frozenrose99]

Inked it with copics! So fun. I’ll do more soon. A nice break from the always ongoing scroll of my web comic!

A dream never realized. Trunks’ deepest desire.

[tytarax]

I'm sorry, I don't remember if I sent this to you!

What about Zamasu and Black Goku/fem reader with a period?

She thinks Zamasu is some sort of weird cat that you can lay on and the pain will gradually subside.

Zamasu, who knows how to heal wounds and uses his healing abilities to ease the pain, says nothing on the subject. He takes advantage of the reader's ignorance of kaioshin because it's literally the only time she's okay with company and hugs

You didn't

It's pretty funny actually, I'm dying with cramps rn, not because I'm on my period, but because my bestie is... we forgot to turn off the Bluetooth

Zamasu sat quietly in the dimly lit room, his eyes closed in meditation. The tranquility of the Sacred World of the Kais surrounded him, a stark contrast to the turmoil he often felt within. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes to see Y/N, her face pale and drawn, clutching her abdomen.

"Zamasu," she mumbled, her voice strained with pain. "Do you mind if I… lay on you for a bit? It helps with the cramps."

Zamasu raised an eyebrow but nodded. He had long known about the peculiar comfort Y/N found in his presence during her periods, and he was more than willing to oblige. He moved slightly, allowing her to settle herself against him, her head resting on his lap.

"Of course, Y/N," he said softly, his voice soothing. "If it brings you comfort."

As Y/N relaxed against him, Zamasu focused his energy, letting his healing abilities flow gently into her. He could feel the tension in her muscles begin to ease, the pain slowly subsiding. He knew that Y/N thought of him as some sort of magical, pain-relieving being, and he had never corrected her. It was one of the few times she allowed herself to be vulnerable and accepted his company so willingly.

"You know," Y/N murmured, her eyes half-closed, "you remind me of a giant, warm cat. Like one of those mythical creatures that can ease pain just by being close."

Zamasu chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Is that so? I suppose I could be flattered by the comparison."

Y/N smiled weakly, her hand resting on his knee. "Yeah, it's just… your presence is so calming. And it really helps."

He continued to channel his healing energy, carefully masking the true nature of his abilities. It was a small deception, but one he felt was necessary. In these moments, he could be close to her, offering comfort without the barriers that usually stood between them.

As the minutes passed, Y/N's breathing grew more even, the pain easing into a dull ache. She looked up at Zamasu, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Zamasu. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Zamasu's expression softened, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It is my pleasure to help you, Y/N. You should not have to endure such pain alone."

Y/N sighed contentedly, nestling closer. "You're always so kind to me. I wish I could repay you somehow."

"You already do," Zamasu replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your trust in me is more valuable than you know."

In truth, these moments of closeness were as much a comfort to him as they were to her. They allowed him to feel a connection, something genuine and untainted by his usual disdain for mortals. Here, with Y/N resting peacefully against him, he could almost forget his grand designs and ambitions.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, her body finally finding some respite, Zamasu continued to hold her, his healing energy a gentle, unseen force. He watched over her, his expression one of quiet contentment. In these stolen moments, he found a semblance of peace, and for now, that was enough.

While Zamasu provided comfort, another figure entered the room—Goku Black. His presence was a sharp contrast to Zamasu's, yet he carried a tray with a teapot and cups, his movements surprisingly gentle.

"I thought some tea might help," Goku Black said quietly, setting the tray down beside them.

Zamasu glanced up, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Black. That was thoughtful of you."

Goku Black poured a cup of tea, the fragrant steam rising in delicate tendrils. He handed it to Zamasu, who carefully brought it to Y/N's lips.

"Y/N, drink this. It will help you feel better."

Y/N opened her eyes slightly, taking a few sips of the warm tea. The soothing liquid seemed to ease her discomfort even further. "Thank you, Black," she murmured, her voice soft and grateful.

Goku Black smiled, a rare expression on his usually stern face. "Anything to help."

He settled down nearby, keeping a watchful eye on both Zamasu and Y/N. Despite his fierce exterior, there was a tenderness in his actions, a willingness to provide comfort in whatever way he could.

As Y/N drifted back to sleep, surrounded by the combined care of Zamasu and Goku Black, the two looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. In these moments, their shared goal was clear: to protect and comfort the one they both cared for.

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[venusfic]

He actualizado la portada para mi FanFic Kakavege, llamado "Circus", tal como dice el título, trata de una historia y universo alterno en el que he centrado nuestra pareja favorita, si ha llamado tu atención, te invito a leer y qué tal te parece 🩷

Muchas gracias por tu atención! 🥹✨

[shirajellyfish]

Expectation vs reality

You are a new employee at the Pizzaplex. According to the job description, you basically just have to monitor the daycare animatronic for malfunctions and that's it. Maybe occasionally do the odd thing the animatronic can't, like confiscating any weapons (and by 'weapons' it's clear they mean things like fake toy guns, maybe a pocketknife), but other than that it seems like you're just going to be sitting there while getting paid a suspiciously high amount. This is going to be great.

You go through the training videos and marvel at the capabilities of this animatronic. The way it's able to perfectly blend genuine love for the children with untiring robotic perfection. The energetic Sun mode, the calming Moon mode, the endless amount of situations they can handle with ease. Everything a team of childcare professionals could dream of knowing is all programmed in. This animatronic is a work of art, and overseeing it… no, working with him is going to be an honor.

It's your first day on the job after training completes. You open the door and hear SCREAMING SO MUCH SCREAMING

The children are yelling and screaming as they run around like feral animals. A little girl screams as another child pulls her hair. Two ten year olds are screaming about if Charizard could win a fight against Goku. And Sun, Sun is screaming. He's covered in paint and dirt and greasy handprints. Two children are pouring glitter glue directly onto him while three more hold his arms down, clinging with a frightening tenacity. The Sun, he screams.

You rush over and shoo the children away. Sun immediately lunges at you, gripping your shoulders.

"LIGHTS ON. LIGHTS. ON!!"

"Wha-"

"KEEP THE LIGHTS ON, NEWBIE, OR EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM WILL DIE."

"What??"

"EVERYONE. ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE HERE. WILL DIE. KEEP THE LIGHTS ON. ON."

Sun then skips away in a jarringly merry fashion. He ignores the complete disaster state the play area is in, as well as the still wet glue covering him from head to toe, in favor of re-stacking a pile of toy noisemakers. Every time he finishes stacking them, a giggling toddler knocks the whole thing over again. Sun begins stacking again in an infinite loop.

The hourly pay makes sense now.

[astoryshark]

Would you be able to write a Goku×Human Reader fic? Maybe some kind of meet-cute where Goku is introduced to the reader? You could also maybe have them meet as children. Tysm! ~blushinggoku

A new training partner - Son Goku x f! Human! Reader

This is my first Dragonball fic so bear with me! I hope I got Goku's character somewhat right :o

Enjoy! @blushinggoku

"Come on Krillin! Show me what you got"

"Of course! Don't underestimate me Goku!"

Son Goku and his long childhood friend Krillin are training together in an open, green field. Its far out in the wild since their training sessions can get very heated and this way, they can't disturb other people and or destroy people's properties. Son Goku, who recently won the martial arts tournament and saved earth from demon King Piccolo, is having the upper hand. His last fights made him a lot stronger and even though Krillin knows that he won't give in easily. He also has his pride as one of Master Roshi's students.

In one swift motion, Goku uses a mismove of Krillin to his advantage and sends him flying. However, it seems that the black-haired fighter has underestimated his own power since the distance grows and grows and doesn't seem to stop anytime soon. Goku's expression scrunches up "Sorry Krillin!" he shouts after him and gets going to see where he went.

Little did they know that there was somebody else who was enjoying the quietness of the nature and the big, open fields for their own training. A young woman focused on the movements of her kicks and punches, her body and mind moving as one. Her eyes lit up as she notices a foreign source of Ki coming closer to her location. Her eyes focus on the direction and before it can hit her, she catches the smaller man and holds him upside down on his ankle.

"W-Woah hey! Let me go!"

He sounded nervous, wriggling around in the woman's iron tight grip.

"Who are you and why did you try to attack me?"

She asks in a strong voice, glaring down at him. Krillin gulps.

"W-What? No No, this is a misunderstanding! I did not try anything! I was about to crash into you because I-”

Before he could explain himself, there was a second source of Ki coming closer. It was on a completely different level, making the woman feel a bit uneasy. Whatever it was, it was strong, but it did not feel hostile.

"Krillin? Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw ya away this hard!"

Goku catches up to his friend and as he sees the situation, he tilts his head in confusion.

"Whos that? Are ya training a new technique or something-?"

"No! Now help me, please!"

Krillin sounds desperate, the blood already getting into his head from hanging upside down for so long. The womans eyes widen a bit.

"Wait, who?"

Her e/c eyes look him up and down. His black spiky hair, the very well-trained physique, the orange Gi and the strong Ki that radiates from him. Now it clicks. She looks down at Krillin, his face started to get pale and his expression screams that he is not feeling good at all. She lets him down carefully and holds up her arms in defense.

"I deeply apologize! I thought your friend wanted to attack me!" she bows down, and her face is tainted in a light, embarrassed blush.

Goku processes her words and then smiles

“No worries! Krillin can take that” he answers with a chuckle.

His best friend lays on the ground, the blood slowly running back into his body

“Y-Yeah..absol..absolutely” he mumbles in a defeated voice.

The fighter stretches his hand out to the woman

“Names Goku by the way! Nice to meet ya!”

He introduces himself with a warm smile. Y/N takes a deep breath and takes his hand, shaking it with a firm grip

“Nice to meet you too, my name is Y/N. I actually heard a lot about you” she answers with a small chuckle.

“Oh really? hope it's nothing bad then!” he answers and then helps his best friend up from the ground.

Krillin shakes his head to regain focus and brushes some dust off his Gi, the smaller warrior looks up to his friend

“Thanks man. I think I was about to pass out” he mumbles the last part quietly to himself.

Y/N shakes her head

“No, no don't worry. I know you from the tournament to be exact. I watched you fight and have to admit that your skills are very impressive.” she answers, a small shy blush makes itself present on her cheeks. It's not that she only watched one fight, she watched all. His fighting style and lighthearted personality caught her interest quickly.

Goku smiles brightly at the compliment and his eyes light up, as he thinks back to the tournament

"It was an amazing experience! There were so many strong opponents to fight. Man..thinking about this makes me feel all pumped up!"

He says energized and Y/N can pick up on his Ki raising slightly, mimicking his excitement for a good fight. Goku then holds his chin, thinking for a moment

"Wait a minute"

He then points at his friend, "Krillin was flying quite fast since i threw him with a lot of force" , his finger moves over to Y/N who starts to get a bit uncomfortable "And you caught him! Means your reflexes are quite good"

Krillin's eyes widen at the statement, and he looks up to the woman

"He's right! Hey Y/N, are you a fighter by any chance?"

Y/N starts to sweat nervously and looks to the side

“A-Ah..uhm..yeah but like I-” she gets cut off by Goku's strong hands gripping her shoulders

“I knew it! Then come, join us in training!” he suggests excited, his dark pupils sparkle “This will get all of us stronger!

Krillin smiles and nods in agreement

"He's right, the more the merrier"

Y/N starts to blush at the sudden contact, her eyes wander over to his toned arms that are gripping her shoulders pleasantly firm. She snaps back to reality quickly, not wanting anyone to notice her nearly drooling over the fighter. She then looks back up into his puppy like eyes. How could she ever say no to his request?

“Okay okay, I'm in! But my level of skill doesn't match yours in the slightest so..I don't know if you guys really benefit from training with me” she answers a bit nervous, avoiding eye contact.

Goku smiles and squeezes her shoulders reassuringly before letting go. Y/N already misses the contact.

“Doesn't matter! Any kind of training will get us stronger so come on, let's get right into it”

Y/N nods and the three of them start to get into a fighting position. The woman is utterly nervous, her limbs shaking a bit. //I have to try my best! No way I will miss this opportunity//

Krillin does not like the thought to fight against a woman at first, but he gets into the mood quickly after seeing how hard Y/N tries and that she surely knows how to throw some good punches. Even against Goku.

Goku smiles brightly and encourages Y/N to try and show some more, hyping her up. He can feel how much potential is hidden inside of her. How she partially blocks her Ki out of nervousness and not believing in herself strong enough. He wants to change that.

After hours and hours of training, Y/N falls onto her knees. Her breathing is heavy, and her body drenched in sweat, an amazing feeling if she is honest with herself.

Goku sits down beside her and smiles “That was great! You are really tough” he compliments her, stretching his limbs to prevent any after-training cramps.

Y/N’s cheeks start to blush in a deep red which is not coming from the exhaustion. Hearing such a compliment from him, a fighter of his skill, is really making her heart race

“T-Thank you..It was a lot of fun to train with you guys” she answers with a warm smile.

Goku stretches his hand out to her and helps her up, giving her hand a light extra squeeze before letting go. He looks down to her

"There is a lot of potential hidden inside you, Y/N. I can feel it!"

Y/N looks questioning at him

"You're limiting yourself through your mind" he taps at her forehead softly "Stop questioning yourself and your abilities and start believing in them! It will help you grow in no time." he adds and smiles warmly at her.

Y/N eyes widen a bit, something about his words tickle her emotions in just the right way. Her chest feels all warm and fuzzy. She looks up to him, his buzzing, strong but gentle Ki radiating of off him. She needs to smile and nods.

"Thank you Goku, your words mean a lot. I will definitely work on that"

Goku grins and lays his arms behind his head lazily

"Im looking forwards to next time already!"

Y/N blinks a few times, a faint blush creeping up on her face again

"Next time?"

[blossombriefs]

Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

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He was never very knowledgeable, but he was always eager to please. Alluding to porn with history.

😀 May or may not write the actual porn part if people actually read this!

Goku's eyes rolled dramatically, his hands resting on his hips.

"C'mon babe, it's really not that big of a deal!" He exclaimed, seriously not understanding what was wrong with what he asked.

"Yes it is! Sharing stuff like that with other people unprovoked is embarrassing!" I shouted, my face still flushed with embarrassment as he spoke up during the venue.

It's ridiculous, he had the audacity to admit information- information about your intimate life that you were not exactly ready to share.

Goku sighs, frowning softly. "I.. didn't know that it was so important to you," he sighed. His hand came up to his hair as he scratched the top of his head idly. "That's my bad, I guess." He said, a bit unsure still of why I'm upset, but not wanting to get me angry.

- Earlier that evening, at a dinner celebrating Bulma's newest invention- a robot that has the ability to administer first aid around the world. -

"I know! It's so many robots getting pumped out!" Bulma exclaims loudly, speaking to the more classy side of her social circle. It wasn't common that you got to see Bulma being business savvy, but it's always admirable to watch her confidence as she steps away and walks toward me and my husband- Goku.

"I really do think this is a great step for you, Bulma." I say with a smile, drinking a bit of my wine as I hold the expensive glass carefully- mostly because I know with Goku's income, I could never hope to afford to break it. Not that I mind that.

"Ah, I know- it's just so exciting though, isn't it? I haven't mass-produced something like this in so long." Bulma exclaims, her hands clasping in front of her chest. Goku then peeked over my shoulder, chewing his complimentary cheese from the charcuterie board on our private guest table.

"Ah, just think about the difference this is going to make! So many lives potentially getting saved, so many people feeling just a bit more secure.. it's so heroic of you!" I say, looking up at Bulma with a smile, my heart being warmed by her generosity and the care in her product.

"Well- of course. I thought about what you said back then about my money, and I realized you're right. I could be doing something even more, and it's successful!" She said, referring to a moment in our teenage years where I had chastised her misuse of her enormous fortune. Of course she cared about saving lives- but she had more interest in the money being made and business at hand. Which, that is fine, it's an admirable drive for success.

"I don't get it, why do we have to be here?" Goku asked, sounding incredibly bored, making Bulma raise an eyebrow, and I to turn and look at him. "Bulma invents stuff all the time, why do I have to dress up for every one?" He asked, annoyance growing from his boredom, making him rather sassy.

"Because-," I start, but I'm cut off.

"Do you only ever have sex one time because it's just the same thing again and again?" Bulma asks, folding her arms, a quickly defensive tone appearing, and Goku jumps at the argumentative tone.

"What? No! That's different! Me and Blake do it like all the time, plus I don't have to dress up for that!" Goku exclaims, a bit too loudly- making Vegeta nearly break his neck to look over at our table in disgust.

"Oh my gosh.." I mutter, my face becoming buried in my hands as I curl up in my chair, so embarrassed I wanted to punch Goku smack in the nose- but I refrain to avoid causing a scene.

"Pfft-," Bulma laughs as she sees my embarrassed blush- but her eyes widen as she sees me clutch my purse at my side and speedwalk out the back door of the large, open building. Goku sits, watching me in confusion before turning to Bulma. "What are you doing? Follow her you idiot!" She shouts, pointing at the door with firm instruction.

"Oh! Right!" Goku exclaims, quickly getting up and jogging toward the back, hitting his hip on a chair and tripping a bit for a second before resuming his chase after me outside.

- Back to present -

"Yeah, well.. it is your fault." I say with a small, frustrated mutter, looking away from him to hide the flush on my cheeks.

Goku frowned. "Hey. Hold on-," he said, walking in front of me and carefully placing his hands on my shoulders. "Don't be mad at me," Goku said.

"Well, I'm supposed to be mad at you! Yeah it's not the end of the world but- I thought you had the sense to not say that so loud in public!" I say, folding my arms and looking away.

"Please?" Goku coaxed me, knowing how to get me to calm down from experience- and who can blame him? Sometimes it's purposeful, and sometimes it's an accident- but it's always a fun challenge to get me hot then cool me down. "C'mon," he said carefully, pulling me gently by my arm, leading me to our car in the nearly empty private parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask with a sigh, wanting to stay mad at him, but it's hard when he's reminding me how sweet he is when he's not.. in any social situation near you. (Love him, and it's cute, but sometimes you get second hand embarrassment with how goofy he is).

"Here," he said, unlocking the car and pulling the seat on the passenger side all the way back, making me raise an eyebrow. That is, until he gets in and pulls me into the car with him, stumbling into his lap as he closes the door, hitting my butt with a thud.

"Uhf!-" I noise, and Goku giggles apologetically.

"Sorry babe," he giggles softly, pulling me properly into his lap.

"You're not going to seduce me into being happy with you." I say.

"Whaatt? I would never do that!" Goku exclaims, his hands on my waist as I sit atop his thighs, and he smiles looking up at me. "Not like me," he says playfully with a shrug, before pulling me in and kissing my lips softly. I sigh. I know I can't say no to him, he's so sweet, and he's such a big oaf.. but he's so amazing. He's my husband, I can't just not want him, and his lips feel so right on mine.

"Fine." I sputter quickly between his playful kisses all over my lips- and I squeal a bit happily as he keeps going with a giggle. "Fine, fine!" I shout, laughing as he finally stops with his peppering kisses. Goku smiles.

"Good. I know exactly what'll make you feel better...," he mutters playfully with a grin, his hands sliding down my waist to slowly dig his fingers into the soft skin of my ass cheeks, gripping the flesh appreciatively. He grins playfully, before slowly grinding against me, and boy is he good at it- it's like humping is just in his nature, feeling the only subtly hardened outline of his forming erection catching against the fabric of my spandex shorts beneath my dress as he carefully lifts the fabric of my skirt.

"Oh..that's so nice of you..," I say airily, sighing heavily as my hands finding their way to his muscular chest- as I've done so many times. I love how loving him never gets old.