#Namekians x Reader

[bones4thecats]

Dragon Ball: Super Hero × S/O ; Prompt

Characters: Gamma 1, Gamma 2, and Piccolo Inspired By: Random idea... I guess? A/N: This took a while to write (like three days max) but it was totally worth it. Hope you guys like it! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: FLUFFY BRAIN-ROT ⚠️

Disclaimer: Person A -> G.1 S/O & Piccolo / Person B -> G.2 S/O

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╚═════ Gamma 1 ══════════════════════════════╝

🦈 The sound of metallic footsteps made the silent Red Ribbon Army Headquarters bearable to walk around without any fear of a cricket chirping out of nowhere. Not that many members of the re-made group feared much

🦈 Gamma 1 strutted around in search of a specific member of the Army, his S/O. They said they would be coming back by 16:00, or 4:00 pm, from shopping for some things that Dr. Hedo needed for a new experiment. Well, that and some things to spoil the young genius with

🦈 He blinked calmly as he approached their door. The symbols that his S/O had drawn laid popping on the wood. While Commander Magenta wasn't fond of the random drawings around, he had to accept it. Y/N was of amazing use to the Red Ribbon Army, after all

🦈 The door opened as Gamma 1 twisted the handle and pushed it inside. The first thing that caught the Android's eyes was his S/O laying on the bed, knees bent on the side of the mattress while their arms did the same on the opposite side

🦈 You groaned dramatically as Gamma 1 cocked an 'eyebrow', wondering what you were doing laying on your bed in such a way. While you normally did sit or lay in unique manners, this was one of the most unique ones yet for your boyfriend

"Love? Why are you laying down in such a way?" He asked.

🦈 Sitting up as you looked at your boyfriend, he noticed a glaring difference on you. Your face had a slight bruise on the cheek, specifically your right one, which Gamma 1 would plant kisses on daily

"You can't kiss my cheek anymore because even the slightest touch makes it practically stab me in the face with pain. This is what it must feel like to be deprived of everything without consent..." You griped as you buried your face into a nearby pillow.

"Why would you think I wouldn't give you a kiss on the cheek anymore?"

"Like I said!" You drawled. "My bruise is trying to murder me!"

🦈 Gamma 1 sighed, you were always a hint dramatic. It wasn't horrible to the point of sabotaging any relationships you had, but it wasn't the best thing to occur when it came out. Normally having it result in your boyfriend carrying you around in his arms or just holding you as you ranted

🦈 Walking to the top of your bed, Gamma 1 reached and delicately pulled the pillow out from your grasp. It was obvious that you had been crying, as your eyes were puffier with the light now hitting them better

"Sit up." He said, making you shuffle upwards to make room for your boyfriend.

🦈 Thankfully, Dr. Hedo had made beds that sustained the weight of both of the Android twins at once, so you didn't have to worry about any incident when laying down together

"Go ahead and lay down," he continued, "and tell me about the rest of your day. Specifically how that bruise occurred."

🦈 You sighed dramatically with your hand over your head, acting like you were in a drama-centered theater production, and began to rant about your day, from going to the store, being hit in the head by a ball some kids threw accidentally, to having to practically force Dr. Hedo into eating something real quick

🦈 Gamma 1 smiled, his metal-cheeks just barely twitching upwards as you acted out. While many would find this quality annoying, Gamma 1 adored it about you. You were different. He liked that.

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╚═════ Gamma 2 ══════════════════════════════╝

🐳 You were used to your boyfriend, Gamma 2, being a complete idiot. His cockiness usually got ahead of him, resulting in some unfavorable situations to be made

🐳 Gamma 2 was not only having a bad day, but he hadn't been able to see his S/O in over 36 hours! You had been sent out by Commander Magenta to grab some paperwork to sign off a deal with another company and hadn't returned from your miles-long journey to-and-from

🐳 He crashed onto the chair, his feet raising and hitting the ground, making a loud bang echo in the building. The passing soldiers just shrugged and continued on their shifts, weapons raised and guards up

🐳 Gamma 2 groaned as he shifted, trying to bring his knees up to his face to bury into, and it was not going as he planned

🐳 As he kept shifting and trying to bring his knees up into the chair, it was so small that it wouldn't allow anymore room for his feet to rest, which was starting to annoy the powerful-Android

🐳 All of a sudden, the door nearby opened, revealing your form there. Your stoic expression calming Gamma 2 down and making him jump up and fly into you at full-speed

🐳 When he hit your frame to hug you, you mentally thanked Dr. Hedo for adding some enhancements onto your form. He knew that Gamma 2 was an excited fellow and he wanted you to be safe from any kind of danger you faced. You were like the new Android 17 and 18

🐳 Your hair flew back from the pressure of the air before falling back down on your back. Gamma 2 just smiled and clung to your body, asking how you were and how much he missed you

🐳 Blinking as he emphasized his last couple days, you mentally looked a lot differently than you did on the outside. While anyone who passed would've guessed that you were annoyed, a select few (Dr. Hedo and Gamma 1), would know that you were happy to be near your boyfriend

"-And I swear, if I have to listen to another documentary without you suffering by me, I may just combust!"

"Is that so?"

"YEAH!"

🐳 Sitting down in a nearby chair while the Android burrowed his face into your stomach while sitting on the floor, you continued to listen to his dramatic rambles. You could sit here forever listening to his adorable speeches...

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╚═════ Piccolo ═══════════════════════════════╝

🪺 Piccolo trained and meditated all day, when he wasn't watching Pan with you that is

🪺 Your boyfriend and you normally would just sit down and do whatever you wanted. You normally watched something on your phone while Piccolo just meditated, he enjoyed these moments with you dearly

🪺 But the moments you held deeper was when you could finally get underneath his grumpy-exterior

🪺 Take the other day for example. You had a crap day, coming home from dealing with Bulma and Vegeta's aggression for nearly four hours in a 'therapy session'

🪺 You closed the door behind you with your foot and stumbled into the living room, plopping your bag down on the ground next to you as your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the soft sofa that you got for you, Pan, and Piccolo to rest on when babysitting

🪺 The yells of the husband and wife made you groan and try thinking of something else, ranging from the fight you had against Frieza on Old Namek years ago to the newer fight there was against almost every other universe in existence

🪺 Piccolo then walked inside from the backdoor, his larger form caused larger-sounding steps. So, when he took his first plunge into the home, you knew it couldn't possibly be anyone else except for your Namekian lover

🪺 The Namekian stepped inside from the kitchen and he paused when catching sight of you laying face-first into the cushions. He knew what was up, you had been hired by Bulma to help her and Vegeta handle some anger-issues, and even he knew how bad that could be

🪺 You at first pushed it off like nothing, saying you'd be fine and that it'd be nice to hang around your two old friends. Oh, how wrong you must've been...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He only heard the muffling of your voice coming from the pillows in a reply.

"Lift your head up. I can't understand you when your burying your face six-feet-deep into the cushions of our couch."

🪺 Pulling yourself up from the softer-materials, you looked at Piccolo and groaned, flopping back on the back of the couch that time before ranting about your day

🪺 Piccolo sat down beside you as you spoke. This ranged from how idiotic it was for the married couple of more than 10 years to argue in such a constant manner. Especially when it would seemingly die out and when one person said another word, it'd go right back up in flames

🪺 As your dramatics increased, Piccolo just watched and listened. His large ears slightly twitched as you swapped from acting like Vegeta in the situation to acting like Bulma. Heck, you even put on a blue hat to be the woman and then picked up a nearby large hunk of broccoli to act like the male

🪺 With anyone else, Piccolo would be annoyed and just interrupt with his opinions on the matter. But this wasn't anyone else, this was you. You were his chosen one. You were his one and only, no matter how long either of you lived to be

🪺 So, for now, he'd let you have your fun while he had his

[rogueshadow1124]

TRAINING

[Piccolo x reader]

Summary: Y/N training with the Namekian warrior.

Word count: 1524

Warnings: fighting (training) and a mention of blood at the end.

She wasn’t intimidated by his stoic demeanor, his impressive power, or the green skin that seemed to glow under the sun. No, Y/N had a different kind of relationship with the Namekian warrior. They had trained together many times, but today’s training had an extra edge to it. The challenge had been set, and neither was going to back down.

Y/N wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, feeling the sting of her earlier mistake. “Alright, let’s try that again,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of impatience.

Piccolo didn’t say anything in response, but his narrowed gaze was enough to let her know he wasn’t going to let her off easy.

Y/N had a tendency to be a little clumsy in her fights, often letting her eagerness get the better of her. It was a trait that had sometimes frustrated her mentors, but she never let it deter her. In fact, it was part of the reason she liked training with Piccolo—his no-nonsense attitude forced her to focus and refine her skills in ways she never thought possible.

"You think you can keep up with me today?" Piccolo finally asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Y/N’s lips curled into a confident smile as she cracked her knuckles. “Just watch me.”

Piccolo remained quiet, his eyes studying her every move as she dropped into a fighting stance. He knew she had a lot of potential, especially as a Saiyan, but she could be reckless at times. Still, there was something about her that intrigued him—her tenacity, her spirit, her willingness to improve, no matter how many times she fell. She was a lot like him in that regard.

The moment of silence passed, and with a swift movement, Y/N lunged forward. Her legs carried her with a speed that belied her earlier clumsiness, and she threw a punch aimed directly at Piccolo’s midsection. But, as always, Piccolo was ready. He dodged effortlessly, his green form twisting away from her attack as though he anticipated it before it even began.

Y/N growled under her breath. “You’re too fast!”

Piccolo smirked, his tone calm. “You’re too predictable.”

She wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Y/N launched herself into another series of rapid punches, trying to overwhelm Piccolo with sheer speed. Her fists cut through the air, each strike aimed to land somewhere, anywhere on him. She wasn’t trying to hurt him—at least not too much—but she was hoping to land a clean hit. It wasn’t easy; Piccolo dodged and blocked with almost mechanical precision, his eyes never leaving her.

But for every move Y/N made, there was a mistake lurking in her technique, a small gap that Piccolo could exploit. He parried a wild punch, then swept his leg beneath hers, knocking her off balance. She fell to the ground with an ungraceful thud, but before she could hit the dirt, Piccolo had already jumped back to his starting position, standing tall and unbothered.

“Focus,” he called out to her, his tone a mix of patience and authority. “You can’t just throw punches and hope one lands. You need strategy.”

Y/N groaned as she sat up, brushing herself off. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Piccolo’s gaze softened for a brief moment, though his expression remained stern. “You’ve got power, Y/N. But you’re too reckless with it. Stop thinking with your fists. Think with your mind.”

She scowled, feeling the sting of his words. “I know that, Piccolo. I just… sometimes I get too excited.”

He nodded, his eyes still focused on her. “Excitement won’t win you battles. Precision will. Let me show you.”

Before Y/N could react, Piccolo’s hands shot forward in a series of rapid-fire energy blasts. They were fast and powerful, each blast a small but deadly projectile aimed at her. Y/N barely had time to react, her instincts kicking in as she scrambled to evade the blasts. She zipped to the left, then to the right, but a few blasts grazed her arm and side, leaving stinging burns. She hissed in pain but ignored it, using the pain to fuel her focus.

“Focus, Y/N!” Piccolo shouted, his voice unwavering.

Y/N didn’t have time to respond. Another barrage of energy blasts came her way, and she had no choice but to take them head-on. She clenched her fists, gathering her energy. A surge of power shot through her body, and with a determined yell, she formed a barrier of energy around herself. The blasts collided with her shield, and for a moment, the force was overwhelming. Y/N gritted her teeth, feeling the strain, but she held her ground.

Piccolo watched with a mix of respect and mild surprise. He hadn’t expected her to form a shield so quickly. But he wasn’t done yet. He flicked his hand, and the energy blasts ceased, leaving only a gust of wind in their wake.

Y/N lowered her shield and took a deep breath. “Not bad, huh?”

Piccolo didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he gave a small nod, acknowledging her effort. “Better. But don’t think that will be enough.”

With a sudden burst of speed, Piccolo vanished, reappearing directly in front of Y/N. His fist collided with her stomach before she could even react. The blow sent her tumbling backward, but she quickly flipped mid-air, landing on her feet. She coughed, her body already feeling the effects of the hit, but her Saiyan pride wouldn’t let her show weakness.

“That was a cheap shot,” she said with a wince, her voice laced with humor despite the pain.

Piccolo crossed his arms. “You were distracted. That’s your mistake.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, brushing off the sting in her abdomen. “Alright, I get it. No more mistakes.”

“Good,” Piccolo replied, his voice even. “Now show me what you’ve really got.”

A fire lit in Y/N’s eyes, and she immediately charged again, this time using more control and precision. She wasn’t just flailing anymore; she was calculating, watching his movements, waiting for an opening. Her fists moved with purpose, each punch a deliberate attack. Her speed increased, and she began to anticipate Piccolo’s dodges, changing the angle of her strikes mid-motion.

Piccolo was forced to keep up with her, his eyes tracking every movement. She wasn’t as fast as him, but she was growing more and more unpredictable with each passing moment. He was impressed, though he’d never admit it aloud.

Y/N feinted a punch, then followed up with a roundhouse kick aimed at his head. Piccolo barely dodged it, but she wasn’t done. As he moved to counter, Y/N ducked under his arm, her fist connecting with his side in a sharp jab. It wasn’t a powerful hit, but it was enough to make him take a step back.

“That’s more like it,” Piccolo muttered, his voice showing the faintest hint of approval.

Y/N grinned, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get the better of him, but she wasn’t going to back down. Not today.

Piccolo’s eyes gleamed. “But you’re still sloppy.”

Y/N’s grin faltered slightly, but she didn’t let his words get to her. Instead, she shifted her weight and raised her energy. “Then I guess I’ll just have to get sloppier.”

The next moments passed in a blur. Piccolo and Y/N moved in a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. She was faster now, more confident, her moves more unpredictable. Her energy flared with the intensity of the fight, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her.

Despite her earlier blunders, she was beginning to realize the key to fighting Piccolo—control, precision, and patience. He was teaching her more than just how to fight; he was teaching her how to think, how to observe, and how to evolve in battle. Every time she made a mistake, she learned from it. Every time she got knocked down, she got back up stronger.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, both Piccolo and Y/N stood facing each other, breathing heavily. She was covered in dirt and sweat, her body sore from the battle, but she was grinning from ear to ear. This was the kind of training she thrived on—the kind that pushed her beyond her limits.

Piccolo gave her a brief nod, acknowledging her progress. “You’re getting better.”

Y/N smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. “Told you I could keep up.”

Piccolo didn’t reply, but there was a subtle shift in his posture—a sign of respect, though unspoken. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She wasn’t perfect, and she knew she still had a long way to go, but with every fight, every training session, she was becoming stronger.

And with Piccolo as her mentor, she knew she was in good hands.

“Same time tomorrow?” Y/N asked, a playful challenge dripping from her tongue.

[montimer]

May I request someone cute for Piccolo?

Gn! Reader after having a rough day of training and coming home to Piccolo and cuddling??

Ofc!

This was a short one,sorry. I didn't know what else to write :')

Piccolo x gn reader

warning: just fluff

It's been a rough day for you. All this training tire you out. You hoped that Piccolo would be home.

"Hi?" You stepped into ur shared house.

"Y/n, Hi..you look...tired" he gave you a concerned look.

"Yeah. Just training tired me out.."

He looked at you, thinking for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?"

"Cuddles!"

He smiled at that. He came closer and picked you up then carried you to the bed. You were laying on top of him. He put he's arms around you. You pushed urself closer to him.

"Thanks piccolo" you smiled at him

He gave you a hum as an answer, but he was blushing.

"Sure.." he hugged you close.

"I'll be there for you if you need me. Always."

[spilledbeans116]

WORKING ON MY FINAL ESSAY THEN I’M DONE WITH THE SEMESTER AND IT’LL BE TIME FOR SUMMER FINALLY!!!!!

Perhaps I’ll write a one-shot to celebrate >:)

If ya’ll have requests or ideas for it MY INBOX IS OPEN I don’t bite I promise!!!!!

What my summer gonna be lookin like

[piccoloswifers]

Piccolo x Wife!Reader

Piccolo realizes he completely missed your anniversary

TW: A little spicy, You make out with your husband

To be fair to Piccolo, he didn't mean to forget your anniversary...he was just really busy at the moment

He's been training the kids, and when he wasn't doing that then he was training with Goku and Vegeta for another tournament

He's hardly seen you at all, actually...

Piccolo doesn't even realize that he missed your anniversary until Vegeta reminds him

"I'm surprised Y/N let you skip your anniversary for training, Bulma would've pitched a fit if it were her."

Piccolo suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped all over him

"My what..?"

The feeling got worse when Goku cut in, munching down on some meat

"Oh yeah! I guess those things are important! Don't worry, Piccolo, I forget that stuff all the time and Chi-Chi only gets mad for a little while!"

He can feel his brain shutting down as the reality of the situation sinks in, he had completely forgotten his wedding anniversary

Which means he had left you all alone without even so much as a scrap of affection from him

Had he even told you he loves you recently? He can't remember the last time he had said it...this tournament completely took over his thoughts

He wondered if you were angry with him, or if instead you were upset and thinking he didn't care about you

Immediately picking up on Piccolo's terrified silence, Vegeta scoffs and crosses his arms while shaking his head at him

"Don't tell me you forgot! Out of all of us here, you're supposed to be the husband who remembers that kind of stuff! You better go see your wife if you want to continue living after we win this tournament."

Piccolo is already flying off before Vegeta can say anything more, the prince can't believe that Bulma forced him into this plot to get the Namekian home to apologize to his wife

Why should he stick his nose into their marriage?! Because Bulma told him to?! Fine!

You were at home trying not to sulk, you understood how important this tournament was but you just wanted your husband to check in at least

With how crazy and stressful things have been lately, you yourself almost forgot about your wedding anniversary

Instead, you ended up waiting by the window all day hoping to see your husband flying home...

Then you spent all night staring at your phone, hoping that he would at least call you...

It hurt just enough that you spent the next day with Bulma and Chi-Chi, whining about how much you missed Piccolo

"I just wanted to snuggle my stupidly handsome husband and kiss him until he begs for mercy..."

They had taken you out to go shopping and eat delicious food, which had helped you feel a little better. At least they understood how you felt

You're broken out of your sadness by the sound of Piccolo calling your name, his frantic tone startling you

"Piccolo, what's wrong-"

"Forgive me!"

You nearly run right into him, your husband on his knees, and holding up a mangled looking bouquet of flowers that he must've hastily grabbed

He's panting and out of breath like he flew the entire way home, his antennae drooping with guilt

"I didn't mean to miss our anniversary, forgive me..."

Suddenly, he's burying his face into your stomach and hugging you tightly before you can even respond. You instinctively start rubbing his head, doing your best to soothe him

It felt good to be held by Piccolo again, you had missed him so much lately...

You can't help yourself, you had already forgiven him the moment you saw him home again

"You stupid pathetic husband of mine...~"

Piccolo melts the moment you touch him, closing his eyes and immediately letting out a sigh of relief 😮‍💨

Your soft hands slide down to cup his cheeks, guiding his face upwards so that you can kiss him properly, his large hands coming up to grip your hips

Suddenly, his hands slide down under your thighs as he lifts you up, making you gasp in surprise before smiling and pulling him in for another kiss

"You better make it up to me, Piccolo~"

"Gladly."

Your body heats up at the sight of your husband's smug smirk, feeling the way his grip on your body tightens as you run your fingers down his neck

A needy moan escapes you as your hands come to rest against his chest, feeling one of his fangs catch on your tongue just enough to be hot

You both pull away just enough to stare intensely at the other, panting into each other's mouths as you both come to the same conclusion

Your breathless laughter echoes around the house as Piccolo carries you into your shared bedroom, the flowers trampled on the floor and forgotten

Piccolo is back with Goku and Vegeta the next day, blushing furiously as Goku inquires about the new marks on his neck and back

"Woah! Did you and Y/N spar for your anniversary? I wish Chi-Chi and I could do that!"

"Shut. Up."

[strawberrystepmom]

piccolo x gn!reader. fluff, mostly prose. | divider by @cafekitsune, wc 831

There’s a serenity to the moments that Piccolo spends with you that he has been unable to capture anywhere else on this planet called Earth. The gentle rustle of the grassy plains is sometimes the only sound breaking up his shouts and breathing as he moves, hurling blasts of energy toward rocks or trees or whatever he has deemed a worthy inanimate opponent for the day. 

Narrowing his eyes, focusing them on a distance that is further away than he expected, he finds you in the same spot he left you in. Laying on your back in the grass, surrounded by a riot of brightly colored wildflowers, hands folded beneath your head. The earth rustles, he can hear it thanks to his adept ability to hear, telling him that you’re moving.

You flip from back to belly, swinging your legs behind you while shouting at him from a distance.

“Hey, why’d you stop? You were starting to lull me to sleep.”

The bass of one of his deep chuckles is carried along the wind to you. It’s impossible to see him from this far away and sadly you were not blessed with the same exceptional vision he boasts, but you can recall his smile as easily as you take a breath. The curve of his mouth, the upturned corners of his lips, the gentle crinkle that has gradually carved itself into the corners of his eyes. 

He’d laugh at you if you said it but you can’t help but find him a little beautiful, especially that rarely seen smile.

“You’re a terrible audience,” he finally shouts back, voice tinged with the faintest hint of amusement. 

Truth be told, he’s too distracted to keep working at the level he wants to. Going all in wouldn’t scare you, he knows that, but he’s frankly annoyed that the thought even came to mind. Why does he care so much what a nosy human thinks of him?

Being surrounded by humankind constantly has softened the man, a reality he works so tirelessly to avoid facing. Unfortunately, your unexpected appearances over the spring and summer have not helped him become stronger or less aware of his own weaknesses.

You lay in that soft, green grass and feed him food that isn’t native to his kind although it’s what he’s used to eating, handmade and wrapped in a soft linen cloth. He knows if he walked over right now you’d extend a wrapped parcel upward toward him, smiling as brightly as the beating summer sun. It’s the same as it has been since the first day you sauntered out here from your village on the other side of the prairie, drawn out into the vast miles of nothingness by the unignorable sounds of fighting.

Little did you know you stumbled upon a stranger’s training session.

Since then, the two of you have shared star flecked evenings. You’ve asked him every time to point out where the planets he has been to from a distance, nothing but dots hanging through endless dark. It’s easy to oblige you so he has. He’s traced a path with a long finger across the sky and billions of miles. He has dared to point toward where Namek, his home planet, used to be. It’s very likely that the area he pointed to is incorrect but he felt a pull in his chest that convinced him he couldn’t have been that far off track. 

In all the time he’s spent here, decades now, he’s never searched for the love that his friends have. 

He’s never coveted a wife or children, content to be a party to the joy of others. An uncle, a brother, a friend yet you make him feel something different. There’s an energy that exists between people who care about one another unconditionally. He feels it in the aura that rolls off of Gohan when he looks at his daughter or Vegeta when he discusses his wife.

That’s the energy that exists between the two of you. It’s static and comfortable. Never judgemental or in a hurry, a relaxed and slow appreciation shared between two sentient beings trying to figure out their place in a world that is ever changing. The circumstances look different for each of you, a human and a Namekian, but you have never treated him differently because of this. 

You embody all of the best things he has ever managed to see in oft unreasonable humans. Kind, but intelligent. Giving with your presence and time, but aware of when to take your leave. Or even better, when to arrive. 

He watches you rise and bound his direction through the overgrown grass, bag slung over your shoulder. Clearly you’ve lazed about and watched the clouds for long enough, it’s time to eat. A soft smile comes over his distinctly inhuman features and he reaches toward his mouth to touch it. To press his fingers against the evidence of his own happiness. 

That damn human sentimentality is unavoidable.

[adoreeenina]

Our Future Awaits | Part 1

Relationship: Piccolo x Cat Hybrid! Reader

WC: 2.6k

Warning: None.

Summary: when two teens come out of nowhere, making the Z fighters wait for the arrival of Goku, Piccolo notices one of the two teens keep staring at him and his girlfriend. How strange. (Reader is Goku’s adopted sister)

“She’s staring again.”

“Hmm?” You stop mid sip of your orange soda that you’ve gotten from the two mystery strangers, as you turn to look at Bulma who is sitting beside you on a rock. “Who?”

“The girl.” Bulma whispers. With a raised brow, you face the girl who sits next to the lavander haired man. Making eye contact, the girl blush at being caught and turns to look away.

“Weird.” You comment.

“She keeps staring at Piccolo too.”

“I’ve noticed that too. She probably hasn’t seen a Namekian before.” You shrug before sipping the last bit of your soda and crush it with your hand.

You lean forward and rub at your thighs, trying to soothe your soreness. You grimace at the discomfort between your legs and thighs.

Bulma notices and gets worried, “What’s wrong?”

“Just sore.”

“Sore? You never get sore. Last time I checked you haven’t been training much since planet Namek.”

“I’m not sore because of training, Bulma.” You grumble.

“If you’re not sore from training than how else would you be sore fro—“ Bulma cuts herself off when you glance at Piccolo who is a couple feet away from the both of you.

Piccolo is sitting on a different boulder with his legs crossed and his eye closed, most likely meditating to pass the time.

Bulma mouth drops to the floor at the new revelation she had just discovered, seeing the look on her face, you start to shake your head frantically. She does have the tendency to be over dramatic with things like this.

“Oh my-“

“Bulma no-“ you attempt to stop her. Ofcourse it didn’t work.

“You slut!” You wince at her high pitched voice so close to your ear.

“Bulma shut up!” You shove her shoulder, but that’s doesn’t seem to falter her reaction at the slightest.

“You didn’t.”

“…”

“You did!” Bulma’s mouth drop as you try to ignore her by playing with your ring, “You have to tell me everything!”

“No, I don’t!” Your ear flick downwards in annoyance.

“Yes, you do. How was it? Was it big? Piccolo is tall so he has to be packing too.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Bulma.” You turn your head to avoid looking at Bulma as your cheeks flush with color.

“Aww why not!”

“First of all,” you hold up a finger up when you look at Bulma, “I’m pretty sure, Piccolo could hear you. Poor man is blushing. Look at him.” You point at your boyfriend, who clearly overheard your conversation, the blush on his cheeks proves enough. “Secondly, my sex life in none of your business.”

“Fine.” Bulma pouts before looking at you with grin, “But at least tell me one thing.”

“What?” You groan.

“Was it good?”

You sigh, your tail swaying side to side behind you as you think of a good response without revealing too much and to not embarrass Piccolo more than you’ve already planned to.

“Honestly,” you start with a smirk when you notice Piccolo is now looking at you, “Piccolo is a fantastic lover.”

The look on Piccolo’s face is a look you would never forget.

Piccolo’s eyes dodged around anxiously. His hands became sweaty as well as his heart rapidly beating. 

A soft sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly in Piccolo's lap, his grip around your waist tightened in response before relaxing as he opened his eyes to look down at you. Your head rested on his shoulder and your hands were settled on his forearms which are circled around your hips.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and tired.” You groan.

“Was I too rough last night?”

“Not like I didn’t enjoy it.” You tease.

“Fucking tease.” Piccolo grins.

His hand started wandering a bit, rubbing over your stomach and gently kneading your belly before running further.

His large hands went to massage over your outer hip and thigh, down your upper leg to your knee and back up, repeating the same motions a few times, accompanied by soft squeezes whenever he felt it fit.

“Better?” Piccolo gruff voice whispers next to your ear.

“Much better.” You sigh blissfully.

After short silence between the two of you, Piccolo decided to speak up.

“What do you think about the new couple?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve noticed the girl keep side eyeing us. I find it strange and it’s annoying.”

“I also find it strange. The boy keeps looking at Vegeta too. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he has a little crush on the “Prince”.”you laugh as you did air quotes.

Piccolo shakes his head amusedly.

“She looks familiar.”

“How? You’ve seen her before?” You ask with a raised brow. Both you and Piccolo face the girl.

She does kinda look like someone you know, but it’s hard to pinpoint her face. She does have a sharp jawline and nose. Her face does resemble a lot of Piccolo now as you pay attention, but that’s could just be a coincidence. From what you’ve been told Namekian’s can’t produce the same way as humans.

Feeling eyes on her, the girl turns her head to see you and Piccolo shamelessly staring at her. Her eyes widen with her ears turning red from embarrassment. She leans closer to the lavander haired boy and uses his broader frame to cover her from your sight.

"What are you looking at?!" Vegeta hissed, glaring at the younger Saiyan as he sat on a rock not too far away.

It seems like the girl wasn’t the only one with a staring problem.

"Oh, uh... Nothing! It's just that I, uh... Like your shirt..." He replied nervously, cursing himself internally for not thinking of a better excuse.

"You would..." Vegeta mumbled in annoyance before sending a glare towards Tien and Yamcha who were trying their hardest to keep their laughter under control.

“C’mon Vegeta, leave the kid alone. He’s not harming anyone!” You shout at Vegeta.

“Stay out of this, woman!” Vegeta glares harshly at you.

You feel Piccolo’s body stiffen behind you, he bristles at the way Vegeta raised his voice at you but try to remain composed.

“Watch how you speak to her, Vegeta! I’m not afraid to go for another rematch!” He growls, flashing his canine’s at Vegeta.

“Piccolo.” You try to calm him by rubbing your palms up and down against his forearms. He only managed to relax slightly but he was still on guard.

Vegeta brows scrunched together in distaste as he watch the sight just a few yards from him. His lips curving up into a sneer before he looked away with a scoff.

A few feet away, Bulma and Krillin were seated on a large flat rock, sitting in silence until the blue haired scientist thought of something interesting.

"Hey! Now check this out..." Bulma whispered, talking behind her hand to Krillin as he leaned closer. “Is it me? Or do those two kind of... Look alike?"

"Well, now that you mention it... I can kind of see a resemblance..." Krillin answered, looking at Vegeta and the purple haired boy a bit closer. "Well I mean, just in looks... That other guy seems pretty nice... But Vegeta has the personality of a stump."

"Well, he's a prince..." Bulma went on, making Luna go silent as she continued to listen in.

"So what?"

"Prince's have to act bored, like the world's not good enough for them..." Bulma explained, staring towards the Saiyan as Krillin looked confused.

"Vegeta seems more agitated than bored..." Krillin admitted, scratching his head as he looked towards the angry prince as well. "I just hope he decides to Stay on our side..."

"Why do you keep looking over here?! Haven't you ever seen a pink shirt before?" Vegeta shouted suddenly, causing everyone around them to fall silent. "If you like it that much you can have it!"

"No... No thank you..."

"Then knock it off, kid!" Vegeta growled, looking away again as you noticed the tiniest smile creep across the strange fighter's face. The girl next to him shoves her shoulder against his, and gives him a look.

“The girl kinda looks like Y/n, don’t you think?” Krillin folds his arms across his chest.

“I do. But it’s weird. She kinda looks like Piccolo too. They have the same sharp jawline and nose.”

“But that doesn’t make sense, Namekian’s can’t produce like humans.”

“That’s the part I don’t get.”

Both Krillin and Bulma looks between the girl and to the couple. You were falling asleep against Piccolo’s chest when a small beep from the lavender haired man's watch got everyone's attention as he stood up, pressing the button on the side before speaking. "Hey, uh... That's it! Two hours have passed! Goku should be arriving any second now..."

Everyone looked around, waiting for whatever was about to happen as Bulma jumped up excitedly.

"Really?!"

"Okay..." Gohan mumbled, sensing for his father's energy but finding nothing. A few moments later Piccolo's eyes widened, sensing a familiar ki as everyone else instantly felt the same thing.

"Oh my gosh Tien!" Chiaotzu said happily, looking towards the source of the energy as he tried to see him approaching.

"I know! I feel it too Chiaotzu!"

"He's coming!" You said in surprise as you jump off of Piccolo’s lap, overjoyed that your brother was finally returning home.

"Man, that guy was right after all..." Yamcha admitted, staring towards the sky as Bulma scanned the horizon for any sign of a ship.

"You're all nuts... My woman's intuition isn't picking up anything right now..." She said seriously, continuing to look around.

"No, it's true! He's finally home! My dad's back! Hahaha!" Gohan cheered happily.

"Look, up there!" You said, pointing up at the tiny ship that had just broken through the atmosphere. It was heading towards them all incredibly fast, soaring over their heads loudly before slamming into the ground not too far away. Clouds of dust filled the air as everyone looked on in shock, unable to move for a moment as the smoke began to clear.

"Woah... Cool..."

"Last one there's a rotten egg!"

"Hey! Wait for me!"

All of them dashed forward, Piccolo, Vegeta and you flying over head, as they all made their way towards the edge of a giant crater.

"Wow... What a crater!" Gohan said excitedly, unable to take his eyes off of the ship at the bottom.

"Yeah, no kidding... Boom! What a landing!" Krillin laughed, staring towards the ship below as well. "I hope he has some air bags in that baby..."

"Why? To protect the ship from Goku's head?" Yamcha chuckled as Tien agreed with a laugh.

"Yeah, really!"

Everyone watched in anticipation as the door to the ship opened before a familiar figure stepped out, looking at them all in shock before speaking.

"Hey guys.." Goku said slowly, clearly surprised to see all his friends waiting for him.

“Goku?” Tears starts falling down your cheeks, happy seeing your brother alive and well, “Goku!” You jump into the giant crater to his arms, wrapping yours around his neck.

He picks you up happily and twirls you around, happy to see you.

“I missed you so much.” You say once he puts you down, Goku smiles down at you and wipes away any fallen tears with his thumb.

"What took you so long dad?!" Gohan cheered, a few happy tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he realized his father was finally home.

"Hi Goku!" Bulma said happily, waving a hand over her head as he hesitantly waved back.

"How in the world did you know I was going to be here?" Goku asked in confusion, floating up from the bottom of the giant crater while holding you against his side, still wondering how they all knew when and where he would arrive.

"These two told us!" You said cheerfully as you pointed at the couple, stepping away from Goku once he lands in front of the other Z fighters. "I think they might be a fan of yours..." you teased, giggling as the lavander haired man actually sent you a tiny glare while the girl blushes sheepishly.

You grin at the two couple. Behind you, Piccolo reaches for you by grabbing your wrist and pulls you back towards his front.

Goku frowned, looking at the strange couple for a minute as he tried his hardest to remember who they were. "Ah right..." He said uncertainly, fidgeting nervously as he spoke. "If it ain't you, you old so and So... It's been so long since I uh, I... Uh... I mean, you..."

"We've never met before." The girl explained quickly, knowing she had to find some way for them to speak in private.

"Oh thank God! Or Kami... Or King Kai... I dunno, that whole thing is screwy..." Goku laughed, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah... That's what he said..." Bulma frowned, crossing her arms as she glanced between the three. “Then they must have been tracking your ship in outer space..."

"Really? I don't know.." Goku said, putting his hand under his chin as he thought about it. "Frieza tried to do that... But I could sense his energy level as he passed me... He sure was in a hurry to beat me home.. But my gosh, what in the world happened here you guys?!" He finished excitedly, eager to hear about what was no doubt a thrilling battle.

"Who defeated Frieza?" The Saiyan asked as everyone continued to stare at him. "Was it you Piccolo? Or was it you Vegeta?" He paused for a moment, glancing at them both before his eyes settled on you.

"Hmm... Or maybe Y/n!"

"None of us did..." Piccolo said calmly as he wraps an arm around your hips protectively, his usual frown ever present on his face as he directed his gaze towards the mysterious fighter. "It was this guy... He did it with ease."

"Huh?!"

"He turned into a Super Saiyan and picked him apart..." Piccolo finished as Goku stood there shocked.

"A Super Saiyan?! I can't believe it!" He said in surprise before smiling. "That's outstanding! Can you imagine? A Super Saiyan at his age... Fantastic!"

"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?" Vegeta hissed, getting the man's attention as he looked his way. "You, your son and I are the only Saiyans still alive!"

You roll your eyes at Vegeta’s little pitty party. He’s obviously just jealous someone else managed to turn super saiyan before he did. Fucking dick. That’s called Karma. Asshole.

"Well, if he says he's a Super Saiyan then that's good enough for me." Goku said simply, nodding his head once as he grinned at the purple haired stranger.

"Oh honestly Goku! You take things way too lightly sometimes!" Bulma chastised, frowning at her friend as he stared back at her with a blank expression.

"No I don't..."

The lavender haired man actually cracked a smile, choosing to take the opportunity to accomplish what he and his companion came here to do. "Goku... Can we have a word with you?" He asked seriously as everyone grew quiet.

"With me?"

"Yes... Just the three of us..." The mysterious girl continued, pointing to the area on the other side of the massive crater.

"Alright then." Goku said seriously, the three of them turning to leave as everyone looked on in shock.

"Hey! What exactly is these guys trying to say?!" Yamcha growled, frowning as he glared at the other fighter.

"It's okay guys... I'll be right back!" Goku smiled, sending them all a small wave before they both flew a good distance away. Yamcha huffed, crossing his arms as you lean against Piccolo, wondering what all this was about...

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Baby Talk | Chapter 1: Conception Ao3

Piccolo x Reader

Tags/ CW: Infertility, Themes of Infertility Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alien/Human Relationships, Namekian Biology, Piccolo has a Diccolo (Later Chapters) Oviposition, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Alien Pregnancy.

Word Count: ~2.4K

Summary: You’ve known Piccolo and you reproduce differently since the beginning of your relationship- before you were ever really dating. You thought it was fine until it’s not. Piccolo and Reader have to navigate their reproductive incompatibility. (Aka Writer takes some significant liberties with Namekian biology)

Big thanks to @ginrastandsby for beta-ing and the DB reader discord for support with my fics ! 🫶

FYI, this it technically in canon with another wip. I consider them the same Reader Character- for context 1) Reader is a childhood friend of Videl, shes Pan’s godmother. 2) Piccolo and Reader can have sex. He had an “appendage” that’s sheathes thats similar to a penis. It produces lubrication, but no genetic material/ sperm.

Piccolo stares at your sleeping form. He knows you don’t like it, but he’s feeling things he’s not quite sure how to process. It’s not like he needs sleep like you, so maybe if the Namekian stares long enough the puzzle will piece itself together. 

Eventually you rouse from it, mumbling a reminder and beckoning him to join you under the warmth of your comforter. Ready to drift back asleep. He usually lies with you, meditating until you wake but he doesn’t feel like joining you right this moment. 

“You want a baby.” Piccolo says flatly. It’s not a question, because he knows it’s true. He hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop on you or anything, he simply has very good hearing. Chatting with an old friend who’d just had a baby during a chance encounter earlier that day. Something about you wanting one of your own if the cards were ever right for you. 

You’re much more awake now. “This isn’t a middle of the night conversation Piccolo.” 

Piccolo knows that, he thinks. Navigating a relationship is new for the Namekian, while he’s been friends or allies with earthlings for two decades- most of his life- this is his first romantic and physical one. 

But he knows he loves you. It feels a little foreign, unlike his love for Gohan or Videl and Pan and maybe that’s why this bothers him. He can’t even place the feelings he is having now: he’s not angry, he knows anger, he’s not scared- this seems a little silly to be scared over? Worried. He thinks he’s worried. 

Piccolo touches his throat, it’s almost absentminded. “I can't … do that.” 

“I know.” You sigh. Not disappointedly, he thinks. You’re just tired. “Lo I don’t know why we’re having this conversation.” He’s not quite sure why either. It’s just bugging him and he’s not used to that.  

You huff, a little grumpy at being woken up. He acquiesces and crawls into the blankets with you, attempting to appease his slight of having woken you up. You curl up at his side, body warm with sleep. Piccolo always runs on the cooler side, not warm blooded like humans. You change that tucked into his side. “Can we talk about this in the morning?” 

When you do fall asleep, it’s restless. Even in the deepest parts of meditation he can tell you aren’t sleeping well. You can’t seem to get comfortable, nor does it seem you ever fully fall asleep.Eventually when the morning is still silver blue, you give up and wake yourself up. “You know, there are human men that couldn’t give me a baby right?” 

“I don’t … want you to do… that.” 

“I don’t want that either. I mean, even if we can’t have a baby together it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Even if I want a baby, I still love you.” 

He turns his head and kisses the palm you tucked against the side of his face. You love him regardless, even if he can’t give you it. 

You eventually roll onto your stomach to look at him.“Is it even something you want.” 

For him, it feels very complicated. Very few Namekians ever reproduce. He thinks it sounds horrific. Not to mention his own relationship with his own father- or lack there of adds another layer of complexity. 

You having your own child through whatever alternative ways would just mean there would be another human in his life that he would eventually outlive. However, he doesn’t want to take that away from you. 

The two of you are reproductively incompatible. Technically, you’re both the egg bearers. Sex is only possible because Namekians still have vestigial appendages that are similar to penises. 

“I don’t know.” 

If he slept maybe he’d dream of it. Silence hangs in the air between you two. If his hearing wasn’t so good, he might think you were sleeping again. 

“Are you sad?” 

You take a deep breath before answering, which almost is an answer in itself. “A little bit, yeah. I knew you couldn’t- we couldn’t … do that since we first slept together. But I guess it feels different when we actually talk about it.” 

You curl yourself back up to his side. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” 

You nod. “You can go meditate outside if you want.” 

He usually does around this time in the morning while you sleep in. Piccolo shakes his head. He thinks he’d rather stay here with you. 

He has a feeling this topic is only shelved for later.  It’s not like you’re going to stop wanting it, even if you also love him. He wishes it was simpler, at least for your sake. 

At least you sleep a little more peacefully after that. 

… 

It’s a few days later when Pan is over that it comes back up again. The two of them are training and you’re sitting under the big tree outside your home. Usually you’d sit in your office to work, but it seems there’s been a bit of unspoken clinginess between the two of you. Luckily you already work from home and can work from almost anywhere as long as you have your laptop. 

“Pico, why is Auntie crying?” 

Piccolo turns his head to see you slip back into your shared home. He doesn’t see your face though. 

Piccolo ruffles a hand through Pan’s hair. “Go take a lap, I’ll make sure Auntie is okay.” 

You’re in the kitchen and you duck your head so he can’t see your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I just-“ Your voice cracks, betraying your words. “Just need a minute.” 

“Why are you crying?” He steps up behind you, but he’s not sure if he should touch. 

You shrug. “It’s fine. Go- Go train with Pan.” 

“She’s worried about you.” Maybe it’s a little cruel to play that card but if it will get you to tell him what’s wrong. When a fresh wave of tears starts, Piccolo can’t stand it anymore and tucks you against his chest. Wraps an arm around your crossed arms. 

“It’s awful and I feel guilty for feeling it.” You sob. 

This is the worst part- when he doesn’t know what to do. Usually you’re there to help guide him through it, but that’s wildly inappropriate at this moment. 

“Deep breath, please.” It’s shaky but you manage it. He lets you take another one too. “I’ve heard some pretty awful stuff, I doubt you could say anything as bad.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

“It feels mean to say to you, Lo.” 

“Do you intend to hurt me with it?” You shake your head. “Then please tell me so I can understand?” 

“Pan’s an only child…” He’s aware of that fact. You take another deep breath. “T-that’s fine, I just… I always figured it’d be okay cause she’d have a cousin or two eventually.” 

Goten’s still pretty young- by the time he might have kids, Pan will probably be a teenager… Oh. “Because you thought you’d have kids?” 

He’d never thought about it. He’s technically an only child, Gohan and Goten are far apart in age- at least Goten has Trunks to play around with. Bulla and Pan are close enough in age but that hardly means anything. 

You want to give her a playmate. 

It makes sense. The two of you love Pan more than anything, probably more than each other. 

“I'm sorry.” You say wetly. “I’m not trying to guilt you or anything…  I’m just sad about it.” 

“What can I do for you?” 

“I really just needed a minute, Big Guy.” You squeeze at an arm that’s wrapped around you. “I think I might go lie down for a little bit?” 

He holds you for another minute then lets you go upstairs. He waits until he hears you get into the bed before he leaves

When Piccolo comes back outside, Pan is sitting in the grass poking at a bug. She’s more like her dad than one would first believe by looking at her. “Why was Auntie crying, Piccolo?” 

“She’s sad, bud.” 

“Are you getting a divorce?” 

“What? No, where did you even hear that?” Technically, the two of you aren’t even married. Can he even legally get married? 

“One of my friends at school’s mom and dad are getting a divorce. Her mom is very sad when I see her.” 

Oh, that makes sense. 

“We had a grownup conversation recently and it made Auntie sad.” It’s hard because Piccolo can’t exactly talk to her about the truth. 

“When Daddy makes Mom upset, he buys her chocolates and flowers! You should do that Picco!”

“Yeah? Auntie’s laying down right now, think we should go get her something to cheer her up?” 

Pan nods enthusiastically. She hops up to take off to fly towards the nearest store. Piccolo glances back at your home before he takes off to join her. Hopefully you’ll be alright for a little bit by yourself. 

…

It seems fine at first. Piccolo has an armful of treats (all picked out by Pan). She’s not worried anymore, eager to help Piccolo “fix” your sour mood. 

Until they walk straight in front of the baby section. Rows and rows of pastel baby clothes. Bottles and pacifiers line the adjacent walls of the section. 

Something curdles in Piccolo’s stomach. He’s assumed he’s been feeling this way because you’re feeling sad and upset about this. Maybe he does want a baby? As bad as you do. Especially with the realization that yours and his baby would grow up with Pan. 

Pan tugs on his gi. “What’s wrong, Piccolo?” 

He blinks. “Just thinking that Auntie’s up by now.” He shrugs the arm holding all of the snacks Pan picked out. “Do you think this is enough?” 

It’s a bit early for him to be dropping off Pan but he feels it’s necessary.  Videl seems a little concerned but mostly just surprised. He assures her that something just came up. He’ll make it up to Pan another day. Maybe you and him can take her out for a fun outing when you’re in better spirits. 

He takes the plastic baggie of snacks and heads home. 

You’re still lying down when he returns. Laying on your stomach, face practically smothered in the pillow- he really hates when you sleep like this. Based on your breathing, you’re not quite sleeping but not quite awake. 

He crawls on top of you being careful to not put all his weight on you, but enough. You once told him about weighted blankets- that it’s comforting to have the extra pressure sometimes.

“I wish I could give you a baby.” 

“We could.” You mumble. Your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying, probably. 

The Dragon Balls? So you two could have a baby together? It feels ironic that Piccolo hadn’t thought of that. It’d be relatively easy- Bulma keeps them constantly collected and protected to be used if needed. 

He lets you turn over but he doesn’t get off of you, his head resting on your belly. “Do you really want to do that?” 

You shrug. “What if they were needed for something… more important?” ‘Something more important’ goes unsaid. Piccolo nods. That would be an awful thing for your baby to have over their head their whole lives. 

“If you really wanted… what’s it called when another man fathers a child for someone who can’t?” 

“Donor?” 

“If you really wanted it… you could do that.” Piccolo really doesn’t like that. He’d love your child because they’re part of you but he’d still struggle. 

“I… I want your baby, Lo.” You pout. “It’s selfish but I want you to get me pregnant and I want to have your baby. I know it’s unrealistic to want that but I do.” 

“But we can’t do that and we can’t… make it happen other ways… So?” 

You turn your face away. “I guess we just …don’t.” 

He rubs your hip, he hates that you’re sad and he can’t really do anything about it. “You’re still sad about it though, right?” 

“I might always be sad about it, Piccolo.” You sigh. “But we have Pan.” 

He nods. “We have Pan.” 

“And I love you. You know that right?” 

Of course he does. It’d be awkward because the two of you are so interconnected in your lives but if you didn’t want to be with him anymore- he’d understand if you left him. Being with a man who looks like an alien has been quite the adjustment. 

“Please don’t cry again.”  He points to the bag of acquired goodies. It’s set on the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t move away from you to actually retrieve it. “Pan picked you out snacks.” 

“Yeah? That’s where you went?” You giggle, a little forced but it lifts the mood. “Can I eat them in bed?” 

Piccolo grimaces. He takes the sanctity of your bed very seriously, you sleep there after all. “... If you really want to.” That makes you laugh a little more genuinely. 

Ultimately you decide to go eat your snacks downstairs during a movie. Snacks for dinner, though Piccolo will insist you eat something more substantial. You think maybe you’ll entice him into a warm bath later. 

Your phone buzzes: 

>> (Del) Pan said you were upset earlier? Everything alright?? 

You expected this. Pan’s still little and likely can’t keep a “secret” especially from her mother. 

Truth be told, Videl and Gohan have been far too involved in your relationship with Piccolo. Sure, they are your respective best friends- Videl is the reason you’re together. 

The first time you two had a serious argument, the married couple seriously meddled into getting you to talk to Piccolo again- even though you both really just needed some time to cool off. You know they were just trying to help but you don’t need that now. 

You sneakily snap a pic of your partner. He’s sitting with your feet in his lap, holding a plate of your treats so they don’t spill while you’re texting. 

>> (You) Just having a hard day. Nothing >> Sorry Piccolo brought Pan home early. 

Maybe someday they’ll be told. Perhaps you’ll sob to Videl after one too many glasses of wine on your rare Girls Nights or Piccolo will confide in Gohan about it. 

But for now it can just be between you and him. You’ll have to get used to that now, after all.

[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.

[ato-catto]

Hi could you do more piccolo x reader Headcanons? Pls and ty

Dating Piccolo Headcanons

(Includes 18+)

• He doesn't like it when you go AWOL and don't respond to his texts for a long amount of time. Once, you fell asleep midday and he got so concerned you found him standing (rather stoicly) outside you front door.

• Piccolo LOVES it when you run your hands up his neck. That IS A Namekians reproduction organ, after all.

• Sometimes, he can be a little TOO serious. While you both played Mario Kart he began monolguing on how this was 'pointless and unrealistic' - but that's probably because he was losing.

• Piccolo is obsessed with your thighs. Digging his dark nails into them, rubbing his large palm in circles against your plush skin- your thighs are enough for his ear tips to flush lilac.

• His vline is utterly intoxicating when he's roaming around the house shirtless in the hot summer heat. When he moves, all the muscles in his lower stomach tense and move with his hips. The same muscles tense when you manage to coax an organ out of him.

• You're obsessed with rhe way he bares his fangs. When he's annoyed at a particularly tough thing he's doing, when he's training, when he's irritated, when he's.. spilling over your fist- *cough cough*

• Piccolo tries not to get soft around you- but some nights he cuddles up into your chest and speaks a little softer than usual.

• He LOVES having sex outdoors. He can ping your clothes into lingerie at any given moment and bend you over a boulder whenever her wants.

•His cape makes an AMAZING blanket.

[lilyswrittenworks]

It Turned Into Love ✧Masterlist✧

Synopsis:

"Falling in love with you was the easy part; it's admitting to myself that it happened that's hard."

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“There are over a dozen people in the world, each living out their individual lives without ever meeting new people. And somehow, out of all these people, two will end up in the same place at the same time, their lives intersecting by sheer accident.”

Where an unlikely bond had sparked between a human and a namekian. What began as a friendship built on mutual respect and shared challenges slowly transformed into something deeper.

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Dragon Ball Z & Dragon Ball Super © Belongs to Akira Toriyama! Original Character's © Belong to me!

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I do my best to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, although I do slip up from time to time. I’m only human and mistakes happen.

Any kind of feedback and input for future ideas is very much appreciated!

Happy reading to all you lovely readers!

CHAPTER I | Stranger in Green

CHAPTER II | Searching

CHAPTER III | Breaking the Ice

CHAPTER IV | First Match

CHAPTER V | Something Meaningful

CHAPTER VI | Lending a Hand

CHAPTER VII | Quiet Observations

CHAPTER VIII | Lessons in Perspective

CHAPTER IX | Growing Souls

CHAPTER X | Stay Tuned...

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2nd place was (one of my top favorites) Piccolo! The sexy Namekian himself! Please enjoy the story and look at the rating! >w<

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/nsfw, implied afab reader with gender neutral pronouns, implied reader is buzzed/tipsy, breeding, implied piccolo/king piccolo, language, slight yandere theme, very VERY horny Piccolo word count: 1,822

sneak peek: The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you."

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Zarbon waltzed over to you, nudging you out of your chair. With a faint grumble, you turned away from your conversation with Goku to the handsome green prince.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Your semi-buzzed state only seemed to heighten your senses. Everything seemed to annoy you more and more, and Zarbon only made it worse.

He made a disgusted face and rolled golden eyes, pointing a freshly manicured finger to the closet. "Your services are requested in the closet…(y/n)." He said, a slight hint of sass as he said your name.

You looked over, tilting your head. "Me? Tsk…whatever." You said, taking your nearly empty glass of booze and chugging it. Saying your goodbyes to Goku and the others, you made your way to the closet.

You grunted and bumbled inside, sucking your teeth as the door struck your backside. "It's too damn dark in here! Zarbon is such an ass…not even telling me who's in here." You mumbled to yourself, cursing at the emerald-haired man. Your hands trailed along the wall, at least trying to find a light switch or something. Instead, your dainty hands skimmed across a chiseled, yet soft, chest.

You quickly moved away and stumbled back, "Ah! Hello?!" You called out. The body that occupied the same space as you grunted. "Quit being so loud. You're giving me a headache."

'That voice…' You said to yourself. "Piccolo?" You asked, "What the hell are you doing in here…?" The Namekian didn't say anything. He stood quiet for a few minutes, pondering the next thing to say.

"Since I don't get out much, in Goku's terms. He wants me to try something out. Like…parties. Ugh.." Piccolo placed his back to the wall, slowly siding down to the floor. "I honestly don't get this. Why are two people in a dark room, let alone a closet? What the hell are we supposed to do? Strain our eyes?"

"Talk…maybe kiss. Fuck, even." You said bluntly. Hearing a slight choke coming from Piccolo made you giggle. "Not used to it huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! You think I go around and lounge in people's closets?"

"I'd let you!~" You cooed at him.

Piccolo blinked, evidently unimpressed with your usual reply. "You are a strange one. I knew you'd say something like that…" He chuckled to himself before creeping over to you. The atmosphere around you suddenly changed, becoming denser. Your breath caught in your throat. "Well…" Piccolo's voice was gruff, nearing your ear. "If we are supposed to do those things. Why don't we get started…?~"

You sat there, shocked, and quickly got kicked out of your daydream when a slimy, thick tongue scrapped across your neck. A hefty shiver rushed over your body. "You taste better than I thought…" Piccolo whispered. Your face was quickly heating up. The Namekian sat beside you, then grasped your waist. He firmly placed you on his lap. "I want to take my time with you." He huffed.

You felt like you were going to burst. This was all you ever wanted! Piccolo's trained hands slowly made their way up your shirt and to your chest. You let out a soft groan, feeling his calloused hands play with your sensitive buds. Your hips slowly started to grind on him. To your surprise, he was fully packing. Minus the gags you hear from Vegeta.

You heard him groan, causing you to grind harder onto him. With whatever liquid confidence you had, you leaned over and placed a lustful, drunken kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled you closer to him. His usual cool body was burning up. Piccolo's eyes slowly started to fill with desire.

With a slightly aggravated grunt, Piccolo picked you up again and placed you on the floor. He mounted over you and leaned down, kissing you back deeply. He slowly started to place his hand into his bottoms, pulling out his well-endoubt member. You placed a hand on his chest, causing his attention to be focused mainly on you again.

"Am I…going too fast?" He huffs. You shook your head, reassuring him with a delicate stroke on his arm. You gently push him up onto his knees and stand up. He follows your lead, "Stand still for me and try not to be too loud, okay…~" He nods and tilts his head, feeling you get lower. "What are you doing (y/n)? - !!?" Piccolo grunted and nearly fell back on his knees.

You moaned as you slid Piccolo's member deeper into your mouth. He let out a low whine and placed a hand on your head. You closed your eyes and pulled back, but before you could fully move away. Piccolo growled and jammed his way back into your mouth.

You squealed and grabbed onto his gi bottoms. He panted heavily and bucked his hips into your face. "I'm…sorry, but I need this!" Piccolo gasps harder, moaning out loudly. You were gagging and gurgling for him to slow down but to no avail. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. Your eyes slowly roll back.

The light that peeked from under the closet door, enhanced the thin layer of sweat that coated Piccolo. Your teary eyes watched in awe as he rode out his orgasm in your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away. Hunching over you to support himself on the wall, he opened his eyes to stare down at you. "Alright…" he started, picking you up and placing you against the wall. "Why don't we get started for real?~"

Your breath quivered as he easily undid your pants. You quickly moved around in his muscular arms to help him. He only chuckled and exhaled, sensing your pheromones. You looked back up at him, your buzz was slowly fading but you didn't feel like you needed it. Piccolo's dark eyes leered upon you, only making you feel smaller than usual. His gaze was similar to a wolf's, longing as if he was hungry for something.

You wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he pushed you more against the wall before he slid you down onto his throbbing cock.

You both groaned at the feeling. He grits his teeth, feeling as if he won't be able to fit inside of you. "You're..so damn tight!" He exclaimed. You whimpered under him, feeling too full to speak. Without hesitation, he vigorously pounded into you. You squealed out, covering your mouth. Piccolo was losing his cool quicker than he had hoped. His mind grew foggy. He didn't feel like himself. He felt more feral.

You could feel him in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut as he kept brutishly thrusting into you. When he stopped, your eyes slowly opened, and looked back at him. Piccolo's pupils were blown out. His chest heaved. You studied what you could of him in the dark. Before you got a word out, he swiftly positioned you on the ground.

"You make a monster out of me (y/n)…" The Namekian snarled, raising your legs higher. He nearly had you in a pretzel. Your knees easily touched your ears. He eyed you more and more, taking in every piece of you. "I could take you for all myself…I wouldn't let you see the light of day again…~ You could be all mine." He leaned back over you, caging you in the mating press. With a keen foresight, he jammed his cock back into you. You threw your head back and cried out his name.

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh, mercilessly hammering into you. Your g-spot was being beaten and bruised. "Prepare for a heavy pounding, human…I hope you don't mind - but I won't be going so easy on you anymore. Now that I know you can take my cock!" He huffed out, mewling and howling at the feeling. You were so wet and accepting, he needed more. He wanted to be in you forever.

Piccolo bit his lips and jolted, cumming quicker than expected. He pummeled you more and more, drooling at the slick feeling. Quickly, he sat up and adjusted himself. He held you down, propping himself on one knee while resting his arm on the other. Without leaving you, he easily placed you into doggy and quickly picked his pace back up. "I'm not letting a single drop of my cum leave you! And neither shall you, got it?" He asked sternly. The heavy claps for your skin contact nearly drove you wild. You couldn't answer until a firm smack across your ass woke you up. "Answer me. Now." He ordered. You whimpered more, tears practically coming from your eyes. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Piccolo hissed, feeling you get tighter as he slapped your rear.

He started to get more amped. Latching onto your hips with his nails, he continued the rapid onslaught. You wanted to wail out, scream for him to slow down, cry out the intensity of this. However, you couldn't help but melt with each thrust. The fact that he can send you to King Kai's planet and back then to Namek was crazy to you. Your insides started to burn up. "K-keep…hitting that spot!~" You panted out, trying to make your voice heard. The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you." You nearly came on the spot but roared out. "Make me cum!! Please! Let me cum!~"

Piccolo grew a wicked smile and chuckled darkly. Nearly putting you in a chokehold but still easing up for you to breathe, he clashed his hips to your ass harder than ever. "If that's the case, I'll happily oblige but say my name!" You were biting your lip so hard, you thought you were drawing blood. He snarled and used his other hand to pinch your hardened nipples. "Speak!"

He really did it now. His gruff voice, his larger body hugging onto you and the nonstop feeling of his dick tip kissing your cervix. You were quickly unraveling. "D-Demon King!~ Please fucking me harder!~ Make me c-cum!!~" He whined, riding out your orgasm. Your hips tried to match his pace but were shaking too much to keep up.

Piccolo on the other hand was a drooling, barking mess. He moaned out, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Oh..o-oh fuck! Fuck (y/n)!! That's it!~" He ruts himself as deep as he can go and cums, pumping you full of his hot seed. With each thrust, Piccolo's eyes looked down to see his seed spewing out from inside you. He grew hungry again as he watched a creamy ring around his cock form.

He placed his hand under your chin and pulled you back. He placed a deep kiss on your lips, sliding his thick purple tongue in; "You sure know how to treat a King…Let's see what else you're capable of.~"

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[stinkybuttwipes]

Lie. Part 1

Context: You and piccolo have known eachother since the World martial arts tournaments when he was still evil. You guys had grown to feel and love for eachother when he was first training Gohan and got together after the fall of Namek. you guys have now been married for 2 years and fight together, Always..But piccolo has kept a secret from you.

Piccolo x Gn! Saiyan!Reader

Warnings: small Angst to fluff. Reader gets mad at piccolo, comfort, sweet. Post Super Hero

It’s been a few months since Piccolo came back roughed up from what he claimed was “training” but of course you know that’s not true.

3 months earlier

“Piccolo!? What the hell happened to you? Your gi is ripped and you have wound’s everywhere!” Piccolo looks down and back at you “training with gohan” Damn it, that same excuse to get him out of trouble with you “Again? But I thought he was stuck up in his work?” Piccolo silently walked passed you with his antennas drooped. He walked to the bedroom to change from his ripped clothes “Gee kinda rude” you help him and tend to his wounds before forgetting all this happened..Until now.

Present day

*it’s been 3 months since Piccolo came home beaten up and you haven’t questioned what happened since*

You find yourself babysitting Pan again while Piccolo is out meditating per usual so your stuck watching cartoons with Pan in Your shared House.

(The same house Piccolo has but much bigger inside and outside.)

You stare at the TV in front of you as Pan lays in your lap asleep. Eventually your phone rings and you try not to wake Pan as you reach for your phone, it’s from Gohan.

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Gohan: Hey (name) I’m on my way to grab Pan, sorry we always have her on your backs all the time 😅

You: No worries Han it doesn’t bother me, you have work besides its not the first time I’ve babysat a kid before.

Gohan: Lol, Thanks, I’ll be there in 10!

You: I’ll have her ready by then. See you.

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You wake up Pan from her slumber and get her ready to go. Gohan arrives on time and knocks at the door.

You open the door and see Gohan’s smiling face as usual. Pan runs to him hugging his legs. “Thank you for taking care of her again, like I said I’m sorry for being a burden all the time, I’ll buy you a the plushies you like since piccolo ‘hates’ them now.” He reaches to hold Pan “Don’t worry about it Kiddo, and I’m sure Piccolo is just embarrassed to admit he really likes the stuffies you guys get us.” Gohan chuckles at your words “You know him he’ll never confess something embarrassing to him that’s how he’s always been.” You reply “He’s a stubborn one alright.” Gohan thanks you again before looking around him like he’s looking for something lost.

“Something the matter Gohan?” You ask him “Oh! Yeah I just was wondering where piccolo was at. Usually he’s with you or Atleast with Pan.” You think to yourself “You know your right I haven’t seen him at all today actually, I’ll go looks for him later.”

And you did just that, You look around your surroundings as you soar in the sky looking for Piccolo. “Damn it where the hell is he!?” You start to panic worried something might have happened to your husband.

Until you see a orange light flash in front of you. “Agh! What the heck was that!?” You observe around you but see nothing. “Weird?” You tell yourself until you look beneath you.

“Piccolo?” You think. But it couldn’t be you’ve never seen him orange before none the less red eyes and a power lever stronger than yours. You land safely and find a place to hide. Behind a tree you stare at the namekian in front of you who is shooting off beams and new attacks you’ve never seen before.

Did he just now learn this? Did he just now grasp a new power up? You keep yourself hidden and try to put the pieces together.

Eventually You decide to make yourself known to him and come out behind the tree your hiding in. “Honey?” Piccolo flinches at your words “N-Name?!” You look at him confused “How long have you been there for?” He asks “long enough” you walk closer to him so that you look up since he towers over you.

“What’s with the new look? You seem pretty familiar with it.” You grew suspicious seeing how calm piccolo is considering this is the first time you’ve seen this form of his.

“I..um..” usually he never stutters but this time he looks nervous, “Piccolo?, How long have you been hiding this from me?.” You calmly but obviously furious at him. He doesn’t answer and avoids your eye contact.

You grab his chin to make him look at you “I asked how long you’ve had this for.” He looks at you with a form of anger “3 months.” You let go of him “3 MONTHS?!” You scream at him “You’re telling me you’ve had this for 3 fucking months Piccolo and never told me about it? Nonetheless told me how you even got your new form!” He turns back to normal and looks at you annoyed “I kept it from you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Worry about what!?, what more is there!?.” He sighs “I’ve been keeping something from you, I fought against Cell max, a creation of Dr.Hedos and Magenta, And Pan and gohan were involved in the fight.” You stare at him in shock. “We all agreed to keep this from you because I know you would go after Dr.Hedo or Gamma 1 if you found out about it, so I’ve been hiding it from you.” Piccolo holds your hand in his but you snap away and scream in anger “Damn it! You promised not to lie to me! You never should feel like you should ever lie to me!” He yelled back at you “You don’t understand! Your a saiyan who’s always looking for fights and your way to obsessed with me to understand anything, all you ever care about is fighting and me you don’t care about anything or anyone else!.your just like Vegeta..”

Piccolo Huffs at you and turns away. Your left in tears as he flys away from you.

He left you, alone, speechless.

You feel hot tears run down your face “he thinks of me that way?..” you try to soak up the “truth” he spilled.

You made a decision to not return to your shared home tonight and stay with your sister in law Bulma. You assumed that Piccolo didn’t want you with him after that and that he wouldn’t care.

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You quickly pack your things and leave a letter on the table before Piccolo returns, and then you take your leave.

You arrive at Capsule Corp the home of your brother, his wife, and his kids. You slowly knock on the entrance door and wait.

You start to think no one is there so you start walking away until your hear a rattle.

The door opens to an associate greeting you, “Hello Mrs.Name what brings you here today?” She lets you in and you thank her.

“I’m here to see Vegeta or Bulma please”.

[pleasantspark]

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S1: HFIL BOUND | A CALL FOR HELP | FALLEN ANGEL | DEAR OLD LEADER | ONE FLEW OUT THE ICEJIN'S NEST | POWER | WHERE GOOD GUYS GO | HEAVEN IS A PLACE IN THE OVERWORLD | CLARITY | LET THE GAMES BEGIN

S2: NOW THAT'S JUST PRIME | INTERNET KILLED THE HOLLYWOOD STAR | GREYSCALE | MASQUERADE | REVELATIONS | ME, MYSELF AND I | REMENANTS | REGRETS | RELENTLESS | THE COLD HARD TRUTH | SAVING LORD FRIEZA | BREAKING POINT | TRIPLE TROUBLE

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Oneshots

How Frieza Implemented Gender Affirming Care on The Force (Zarbon x Saiyan! OC) A Horrifying Realization (Piccolo x Saiyan! OC) Oh Mary, Contrary How Does Your Garden Grow? (Vegeta x Reader) I Can't Imagine A Future Without You (Jeice x Zarbon's Daughter! OC) Little Blue Book (Vegeta x Majin! OC x Jeice) Premature (King Cold x Female Frieza Race! OC + Frieza + Cooler) Red Magma (Jeice x Cyborg! Zarbon's Daughter! OC) I Set Fire, To The Rain, Watch It Pour As I Touch Your Face (Blitz x Seraphina) From Afar (Pendleton x Reader) Mating Season (Cell x Bio-Android! OC) Robotic Heart (Android 16 x Majin! OC) An Alternative Reality (Gevo x Saiyan! OC x Android 16)

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Ginyu Force Is Still Alive - Headcanon Zarbon is French - Headcanon Frieza Loves Pudding - Headcanon Human Jeice - Headcanon Frieza's Favorite Past Time - Headcanon Soulmate Imagine - Imagine If Frost Met Frieza's Wife - Imagine Why Jeice Didn't Went Pro - Headcanon Cooler With A AuDHD S/O - Headcanon Cooler With A AuDHD S/O (Coming Out) - Headcanon Cooler, Frieza, Cell and Ginyu (ERMWHATTHEHFIL!? Edition) with a diehard warrior - Headcanon Cult Leader! Cell | With A New Recruit - Headcanon & Imagine Cult Leader! Cell | Doubting Your Loyalty - Headcanon & Imagine Little Headcanons For Self Insert and Piccolo - Headcanon Cult Leader! Cell | Carrying The New Generation - Headcanon & Imagine My Cell Headcanons - Headcanons Cell With A Potential Partner - Imagine Raditz is Biologically King Vegeta's Son - Headcanon

Series

Forever & Ever Series (Frieza x FFR! OC): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Addict Series (Frieza x OC, Human AU): 1 Little Kuriza Series (Frieza x Sayian! OC + Kuriza): 1, 2, 3 Three Ways To Love You, But I Want To Say It In One Series (Jeice x Zarbon's Daughter! OC): 1 Just Yours Series (Yandere! Ginyu Force x Zarbon's Daughter! OC): 1 Arranged Marriage Series (Salza/Thouser x Zarbon's Daughter! OC): 1 A Prize To Be Earned, Not Won Series (Salza/Thouser x Zarbon's Daughter! OC x Jeice): 1 Baby Daddy Zarbon Series (Zarbon + Daughter! OC / Zarbon x Saiyan! OC): 1 A Monster Has Vices, Too Series (Monster Form! Zarbon x Saiyan! OC): 1 Pink Eyes Series (Yandere! Cell x Saiyan! OC): 1, 2, 3 Apart of Your World Series (Yandere! Dragon Ball Ensemble x Saiyan! Isekai! OC): 1 LOYALTY. (Frieza x FFR! OC): 1 Strictly Business (King Cold x Saiyan! OC): 1, 2 A Tryst That Ended In Tragedy (King Cold x Saiyan! Pregnant! OC): 1, 2, 3

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I do not care who ships what, as long as you respect my boundries, I have had people who (I can't tell if they were joking) we're shoving Yamcha x Frieza onto me. And I don't ship canon x canon (I do only for one ship) so yeah, don't be discouraged if I don't do ships. I don't mind if you yap about ships. Just be mindful.

Current Ships / OCs / AUs

Ships

Zarbon x Cell (Canon x Canon)

Zarbon x Zucchine (OC x Canon)

Jeice x Mikumi (OC x Canon)

Ginyu x Orion (OC x Canon)

Ginyu Force x Mikumi (OC x Canon)

Android 16 x Orion (OC x Canon)

Cell x Genesis (OC x Canon)

Frieza x Orion (OC x Canon)

Husk x Orion (OC x Canon)

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Honey, I'm Home

Ft. Jeice x Fem!Reader

CW: NSFW, 18+, soft dom Jeice, sub reader

You had lost count of the days since your husband had left to go fright under one of the most ruthless power hungry snakes in the galaxy. But, he had promised to come back to you. You, however, weren't getting your hopes up after the news of two of his comrades being taken down at the hands of Saiyan filth.

"Honey?" Your husband's distinct accent rang through your small home. Your ears perked up immediately, nearly leaping out of your chair to get to him. Throwing your arms around him you give a heavy sigh of relief, unable to hold back your tears. "Jeice!" You sob into his neck, his hands rubbing softly at your back. "Hush now, I told you I would come back to you, didn't I?" He pulled you back from him so he could see your face, swiping the tears from your cheeks.

"What happened? Who-" he pressed a finger to your lips, explaining every thing that happened on the foreign planet in detail to you. The two of you shared a quiet moment for his fallen comrades, neither of you speaking on the relief that Frieza was gone now.

After a quiet moment, zoning out into each other's eyes, he takes your hand and stands. Kissing the top of your hand he leads you to your shared bedroom, peppering your cheeks with kisses. His pecks turned into your lips melting together, hands wandering over each other until finally you're both naked.

Tangled in each other it felt like you had been there for a lifetime with him, like he had never left, like every single day you counted hadn't really passed. He had scooped you up so effortlessly, sitting down on the bed with you in his lap, you missed this feeling. This indescribable blissful feeling.

His arms are wrapped around your waist, helping you lift yourself in his lap. You had already hit your first high, unable to hold your tears back as you just kept going, mumbling how much you loved him in his ear. The more you rode him in this position, fat tears falling over your cheeks, the more he praised you.

"Such a good girl, look how well you're taking me. Been waiting for this. God you feel so good," repeating the same praises and adding more he was a babbling sensitive mess just like you. Only, he wasn't so fucked out yet he couldn't think, no not like you. You who just keep fucking yourself on his cock. His sensitive cock that doesn't match his body, if someone had told you your husband was hung like a literal horse before you got married, you would've laughed at them, told them there's no way that would fit into you.

But, here you are, the two of you kissing and biting at each other while your tummy bulges against his own. He licks up your cheek, humming at the salty flavor of your tears, his cock feels like it's going to explode any minute now. "Don't cry," he's panting and grunting after every word, "came back to you, want you to cry cause it feels good." You cum around him again, your hips almost stilling as he moves your hips for you, chasing his own release.

"I know," now it's you praising him, "did such a good job coming home. Feels so good, make me feel so good." His lips are attached to your nipple, sucking and teeth gently biting down until his hips thrust up one more time into you, spilling his seed into you. "Not done, not done yet. Gotta. . . Gotta fuck a little one into you," he grunts, hips hips don't falter as he flips you, continuing to piston his hips againt your own.

You're pretty sure he keeps you like this well into the next morning, cock buried in your cunny, filling you with his seed until you can't hold any more and it leaks out. And then he just has to fuck more into you. And for every drop you let leak from your sweet cunny he's going to lick it up, open your mouth and since your cunt couldn't hold it in he'll punish you by spitting it into your mouth pussy.

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Can you do Piccolo x Saiyan fem reader during the three years before he androids? She came to Earth with Vegeta and Nappa, and despite being on friendly terms with Bulma, Goku, Gohan, etc, Piccolo doesn’t seem to trust her. So she tries to find a way to make that happen.

Piccolo x Fem. Saiyan Reader

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Trust Me (DBZ)

Warning: Fluff(?), Short bc I got sleepy (so I might do another part), Bro-Sis relationship w/Vegeta

You spend the day trying to figure out how to get Piccolo to like you...

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Vegeta raised a brow as you groan into a tree, “Why are you all mopey?”

“Piccolo doesn’t like me,” you whine, turning your head to reveal your pout.

“Why does that matter?”

You scoff, “You wouldn’t get it since no one likes you. Even Bulma barely does and you got her pregnant.”

“You’re disturbing my meditation time with your childish troubles,” he glares from his spot on the ground.

“You’re calling me childish? Who out of the both of us got mad about a shirt color?”

“Pink doesn’t suit me.”

You plop into the grass, “A prince at his finest, ‘Pink doesn’t suit me, blah, blah’.”

“Did you come here for any other reason but to annoy me?”

“Vegetaaaa,” you lay on his crossed calves, “What do I do? How do I figure out why he’s so mad at me?”

“Why do you care to begin with?”

You ignore his suspicious gaze, breaking eye contact, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Yet this Namekian not favoring you, has you, [Name]--the strongest Saiyan warrior right after me—pouting.”

“It’s just…I know we did some bad things, I know we hurt people, but they forgave us—Well, they forgave me, they’re still a little funny about you, which I don’t blame them—”

“What is your point? Please get to that, so you can leave.”

“Despite all that…he still doesn’t trust me…I don’t want him to be suspicious of me.”

“He probably still hasn’t gotten over you trying to kill him—”

“Nappa’s the one who's actually ever killed him! And that was forever ago!”

He gave you a long sigh, “Have you…tried asking him?”

“When the longest conversation I’ve had with him is, ‘I really wanna murder Frieza’ ‘You can’t just jump into battle like that without a plan’…There’s no asking anything.”

“In all our years of knowing each other, it is quite strange to see you like this.”

“Vegeta, we’ve known each other since birth, you’ve seen me mopey before.”

“Not other than your menstr—”

“We’re not talking about that!”

“Well, if it really concerns you that much, go do something about it instead of sulking.”

You pick at the cloth covering his knee, “But I’m scared…”

“Of the Namekian?”

“Yes.”

“You—You could crush him with a finger!”

“I know, that! I’m not scared of him literally…I…I’m scared he hates me…”

“It’s impossible for someone to hate you,” he assures.

You give him puppy eyes, “Does that include you?”

He tsks, looking away in embarrassment, “Of course, I don’t hate you, dumbass.”

You smile wide, “That’s the first time you’ve somewhat admitted to liking me.”

“Shut up!”

“Oh, no. Trust me, I’ll be milking this for a while.”

“I can’t with you.”

You sit up, “As much as I like hanging out with you, you aren’t much help, so I’ll figure it out myself.”

“Why did you expect me to help?”

“Because you’ve always helped me, even when you don’t really know how. It’s very brother-like of you.”

“Hm.”

“Thanks for listening anyway, V,” you kiss his cheek appreciatively before running off to find Piccolo.

“Why are you following me?”

You smile, approaching him from the sky, “I’m not, I’m going to visit Goku, too.”

He looks you over in suspicion.

“I don’t have anything on me.”

“I’m not taking your word for it.”

“Why would I lie?”

He crossed his arms, leaning down to you, “Because you’re untrustworthy.”

“You seriously don’t trust me?”

“You tried to kill me and my allies.”

“But your allies forgave me, you’re the only one who still seems bitter.”

“Tsk.”

You sighed, “Look, I usually don’t care if people like me…But for some reason, I care if you do. So, if trust is what I need. How can I get it?”