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vee-vee-writes · 2 months ago

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Challenge (Vegeta x [implied] m!reader)

Request: “I’d like to request a Vegeta x Z warrior male reader (gn is ok to if you prefer that) where reader kinda has the same “I’m not gonna put up with your disrespect” attitude like Bulma.”

Notes: Thanks for the request anon, I hope you like this piece. I was a little stuck on what to write at first. I’m happy to write a pre-established Vegeta x m!reader piece where the r is feisty like Bulma if you’d prefer that. You can lmk anon in the ask if you don’t feel comfy commenting 🫶🏼

There could be no doubt that ever since the Saiyan prince had shown up he’d been a thorn in your side. While Vegeta generally eviscerated anyone who dared him with his wilting scowl, he’d somehow taken a liking to you. Or at the very least a liking to antagonising you.

The first time you’d gotten his attention was when you’d shown up with your friends to challenge him and Nappa. He’d stood off to the side, an air of arrogance about him. While the others were content on facing off against the Saiba men you had challenged him directly. You’d mocked him for needing lackeys like Nappa and their science experiments to do his bidding, insinuating he was either incapable of fighting you himself or too stupid to realise the threat he was facing. Truth be told you had been trading glances with him for some time and it had begun to unnerve you. Vegeta had frowned for a moment before flashing you that dangerous smirk. Within split seconds you were out cold on the ground. He’d moved so fast you hadn’t even seen him coming. Yet unlike most of your fellow Z fighters, you had survived thanks to Goku’s timely arrival with much needed sensu beans.

Namek had gone no differently. After agreeing to join Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan, you’d found yourself stranded on an alien planet. Not only had Vegeta turn up but a bloodthirsty alien dictator with a power level so high you could barely comprehend was picking off the locals. Now you had Vegeta and a whole army to compete against for the dragon balls. You’d had the unfortunate fate of running into him several times on Namek, each time he’d taken extra time to mock and harass you. In the end you’d found yourselves unfortunate allies, rueing the day he’d landed on the planet. Though witnessing his death at the hands of Frieza and tears he’d shed over his enslavement had softened your heart slightly to him. Vegeta may have been insufferably arrogant and downright but it was the no doubt the brutal circumstances he’d been forced into that had shaped him.

At least that was what you tried to remind yourself every time you ran into him at Capsule Corp. Bulma had been your friend for years after the two of you had met on her first search for the dragon balls. Her attentions had quickly fallen onto you as a potential boyfriend but your lack of interest in her was clear. Yamcha had come along soon after and the two of you had fallen into an easy friendship despite the awkward start. Your friendship had only strengthened over the years with Bulma often turning to you when she needed a crash dummy or test subject for her latest experiment. It was easy money and you got to hang out with a friend at the same time. A true win-win.

But since Vegeta had taken up residency at the mansion nothing had been the same. It seemed he could sense your arrival and made it his mission to seek you out for a good argument every visit. It didn’t matter how many times you had promised yourself that the next time you’d bite your tongue and ignore Vegeta, it never seemed to happen. You weren’t one to take mockery lying down and often gave the princeling a piece of your mind. But that only seemed to fuel Vegeta, with most arguments ending with him shooting you a heated smirk of amusement at having riled you up. Naturally you’d started avoiding Capsule Corp for a bit, using every excuse in the book on Bulma as to why you couldn’t come around.

Of course that only drove Vegeta further and he begun showing up random places at the same time as you. While he’d denied it when you’d accused him of stalking you, Vegeta had taken a liking to your feisty personality and willingness to challenge him. Every argument, mocking comment, or aggravating look was design to get under your skin and take you off guard. The Saiyan prince had found himself a worthy challenge, a life mate who could physically keep up with him and would dare question him. Vegeta wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way, least not your pride. He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth if he had to.

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 months ago

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Delicate

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

[ “I Love You” ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [ Chapter 4 ] [ Coming soon ]

Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Reader AO3 Rating: Mature / 18+ Warning: ( none for current chapter )

Broly was far from his most comfortable self at the moment. The dark-washed fabric wrapped around his legs felt stiff to walk in, but you at least let him keep his black, fitted top. Ba’s ear was a comfort against the cold, as was the wool hat pulled down over his ears and the matching scarf he loosened around his neck. He has to endure the layers of earth clothing you convinced him to wear while the air is colder and the frozen, salted snow crunches under his feet as he walks.

After arriving at the grocery store, Broly rejoins you back at the entrance after retrieving a cart for you, and when you look back up at him he's met with a surprised stare. You quickly glance around and make a down gesture with your hand giving him a small smile.

“You don’t have to carry it that way.” You gently corrected, Broly tilting his head further as he looked at the cart sitting on his large shoulder before lowering it off.

It was funny to see something you knew had to be possible yet never gave a thought about, witnessing a metal shopping cart carried like an empty cardboard box by a saiyan. Odd to onlookers who noticed, but endearing to you. It’s a wonder that in all the time you and Broly spent at each other’s side, you never actually went grocery shopping together before. You wished it was better timed than a last-minute venture on a snowy day, but feeding a saiyan required a lot more ingredients than what you currently had in stock at home. As it turns out, you weren’t just looking for a way to get out of that conversation topic. The refrigerator was due for a refill that you regrettably overlooked between Broly being away training two days before yesterday and how you "busied yourself" trying to impress him after he returned.

Nevertheless, some fresh air was needed, as well as a distraction to move forward from the previous day's accident.

When the automatic doors opened allowing a shopper out behind you both, Broly’s sensitive nose was drawn to the smells of different foods, and the intrigue of what lies ahead fully set in. He was allowed a particularly appetizing smell from inside before the sliding doors slowly closed again, and then he looked at you with anticipating eyes as you moved around to get behind the cart to push. He simply cannot wait. Your smile grew watching him move for the automated doors ahead of you, guided by his curiosity to find where that one smell came from.

You were relieved to get out of the cold once you pushed the shopping cart inside but stopped behind Broly who seemed awestruck at the sight of the grocery store. He'd seen a sizable spread of food before, but not like this—Never like this! This didn't compare to the rations stock room from Frieza’s ship or Vegeta’s wife's meals. Just wall-to-wall food like he’s never imagined.

“You okay?” You asked, coming around to his side and tilting your head up at him, snapping Broly out of his enchantment at the wondrous sights.

He nods, almost breathless as a small grin rose in his features. “Yes. It’s so much. You just collect it all here?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I know how you feel, sometimes I just come here out of habit and just wander the aisles with the cart just in case I need something.” You explained, starting to guide the cart to the outermost aisle. You took your phone out of your pocket and opened up your grocery list to help avoid that certain situation. “If we’re not careful, we’ll end up getting more than we should and spend too much. Hopefully, we’re still early enough to get what we need.”

Sooner or later the crowd of shoppers would come through to do the same as you due to the storm and you’d like to not get caught up in the fuss. Broly in tow of you and the cart leans over your shoulder to look at the list you created and watched as you started to gather items, placing them into the cart. His attention then went back around the brightly lit store when newer smells seemed to find him the further you made your way in. One scent from earlier came in stronger once again, aiming his fascination in its direction and slowing his steps behind you before he found himself following it instead.

It was only when you turned around to place another item in your cart that you noticed he moved away, his large silhouette rounding into another aisle before you could call out for him. Quickly, you spun the cart around to follow after him.

A small stand at the end of the new aisle hastened the saiyan’s steps with the sound of your cart trying to catch up behind him. The warm smell enveloping the entire walkway brings his stomach to a rumble. It’s here!

The unsuspected worker behind the stand was ladling a steaming mixture into small serving cups, all lined in front of the stand when Broly’s taller form hovered over their shoulder and startled them enough to spill the remaining bits in the ladle. His eyes were wide and locked on the bubbling crockpot, a desirous breath shaking off his lips.

“What is this?” He voiced in awe, his eyes never leaving the quietly simmering contents of the crockpot.

“I-It’s chili!” The worker shakily answered, visibly uncomfortable and trying to shrink away from the larger man. “Uh, you wanna try a sample?” They flinch at the sharp turn of his head toward them, an excited twinkle in his eyes. “T-The brand’s on sale!”

You quickly abandon the cart and move into the small space between the worker and the saiyan’s side, grunting at your failed attempt to move him from behind the stand. “—Broly! Other side!” Your back now against him, your hands and feet still trying to budge him and open up the space between the three of you as you faced the sample stand employee. You smile sheepishly at them hoping they’d laugh with you. “Sorry, he’d love to try some!” Your arm stretched towards the front of the stand, directing him to one of the serving cups in an insisting manner. Broly moves, lifting the little plastic cup between his fingers and not wasting a second longer to eat. He pulls the tiny spork out and completely dumps the sample serving onto his tongue.

Ignoring the heat to get it all as quickly as he could.

His eyes widened once again at the subtle spice that rose through the stewy, savory flavor as he swallowed, giving it a final kick. Gone all too quickly to really appreciate it, leaving him wanting more. He looked down into his empty plastic container, amazed at what he just experienced. “It’s delicious…” He quietly awed. You sighed softly with a rich smile on your face, relieved and unsurprised that he would enjoy it.

Broly lurched over the small stand toward the worker suddenly, once again startling them. “Thank you very much!” He exclaimed in a burst of rapture and it made you giggle to see him so excited about something new but you were certain they were a bit overwhelmed by a mountain of muscles invading their space again.

“We missed breakfast.” You admitted to the perturbed employee, a hand on Broly’s bicep gently tugging his towering form back as you moved another chili sample into his hand. “Sorry again.”

You took another for yourself this time, the warm smell in your nose tempting your taste buds. Due to eating a senzu bean, you weren't exactly hungry but you wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Broly had already downed his in a single shot and his tongue was cleaning the inside of the small container with no regard for his impression. You tasted yours and it just tastes like any basic chili recipe to you. Good, because it was hot and fresh. Spicy, bits of ground peppers and seasoning soaked into the broth to give the protein the savory flavor you expected.

It's just a passable store-bought chili. Plain and simple. But you lift your eyes and there is this gaze of wonder looking down on you. ‘Isn’t it great?’—they ask without words— smiling at you. You smile big and finish your serving with big scoops. You can really appreciate the way he finds pleasure in all the little instances of being an earthling.

You're in this cozy moment with him, but as you watch him taking to things like he was meant to be here all along, you are reminded of what you spoke about in bed last night. Your mind fills with possibilities of what more you could do to help him see how well he was fitting in on Earth, and how far his progress has brought him. His sincere joy in being here in the grocery store and setting aside his usually cautious approach to new places and food to gobble down free samples of chili and admiring the light snowfall on the way was infectious. No hesitation to inspect the unknown in his own way, he simply takes it all in and he enjoys himself. You could argue he was motivated by the lack of breakfast this time but to you, it felt like an act of confidence, a faith established from the wonders of Earth. A step towards a more permanent place here, you hoped.

You truly hoped for that more than anything for him.

But above all else, his main priority is his training with Goku. Mastering his great power and himself. Wherever that may take him.

‘Safe from me’, he said. Looking back, you assume he said that as a reassurance to you, but he spoke so sure of himself that even if he likes being on Earth and wishes to make it his new home, he can’t right now. It's still hard to believe such a virtuous soul came out of a harsh environment, polluted by the consequences of selfishness, but still able to smile and act courteously the way Broly does. His eyes always opened to the next wonder of the universe, big and small. It's not fair to him to be so burdened with something he never asked for, but he was making the best of his circumstances and doing so with praiseworthy resolve.

You would have to accept him leaving for…well, who could say how long? That's what frightens you. But if it's for the best and it is what Broly wants, you can swallow the lump and smile to convince your heart the same. He's going to grow, away from you. Or he doesn't, and there's nothing you can do about it but watch him continue to despise that about himself. Something that is supposed to be good for him shouldn't feel so depriving to you, but the anxiety of it is sitting in your chest.

It could be weeks, months, or even years before you can see him again. The saiyans do this all the time because of the circumstances laid before them. You've gone years without seeing Goku, which doesn't include the period he was dead. Every time you do he's different, a little more mature in some subtle way that just leaves him feeling more distant each time. A stranger with a familiar face that knows your name, popping in and out of places and fighting gods now of all things. You don’t want that for you and Broly. No distance between you at all.

Your thoughts suddenly became overwhelming running all at once, filling your worries with too many things out of your control. Whatever happens will be for the best and you need to believe it. So, you will.

After placing the discounted chili packages in your cart, you raise your phone to pick up where you left off with your shopping list. Snagging a few items off the shelves, you push the cart back towards the end of the aisle where Broly eagerly awaited his next sample refill at the stand. You’re able to persuade him away with the possibility of other kinds of free sample stands around the store, and hopefully to spare the poor chili employee from a saiyan’s appetite.

A few more things are crossed from your list before another sample stand appears around the corner of the next aisle. Nothing hot and fresh here, but Broly didn’t hesitate to lead you towards it. Or rather, pull you along with him in excited wonder. Under the impression that your appetite must have been about the same as his by now, he wanted you to try the food with him rather than keep packing it away in the cart to take home. Even a loose grip on the front of the cart was strong enough to make you keep up with him, his eagerness contagious and keeping a smile on both of your faces.

Despite your efforts, you have strayed away from the grocery list in Broly’s pursuit of all the sample stands, but it’s been a rewarding experience up until it came to an unforeseen halt.

You glanced his way and noticed the slow fall of his smile as he ate a holiday cake sample, something stirring in his thoughts and draining his joy from the moment.

“You don’t like this one?” You initially thought, your hand automatically lifting to him to take it back. Broly’s eyes lifted at the motion of your hand, settling on you.

“Hm? Oh, yes.” Your voice brought him back from his thoughts and the second one he picked up disappeared without hesitation. A more careful eye watches him now with an arched brow, curious eyes looking back at you with a tilt of his head and his brow arched. Broly proceeds to wipe his mouth with the back of his fist and his sights are then innocently turned elsewhere, searching for the trail of another new smell to hunt down. Before he could, your touch on his arm steals back his attention. Enough time has passed since you've been here and you figured it was better to wrap the trip up now.

“Let's not waste any more time and head back home. So you can eat a real meal.” Despite his briefly disappointed look at the idea of leaving, Broly allows you to guide him toward the checkout area.

While waiting, you checked over your grocery list to be sure the contents of the cart still matched what you came here for somewhat. He stood at your side as you did, Broly’s eyes wandering to passing carts. Still curious about the smells he wasn't able to find. So easily distracted by the delicious unknown coming and going, he didn’t hear you talking to him again. You tapped his shoulder a few times getting his attention and quickly informed him to wait by the cart so you could run and grab one item missing from your list. He nods and places a hand on the cart as you hurry away, then takes a quiet look back at the carts starting to pile behind him by other shoppers. He looked forward as the next one up for the cashier started to load the conveyor belt, which would make you and him the next ones to do so once they were done.

But your words were to wait. So he obediently does, the unspoken rule of “cart courtesy” innocently and completely ignored and the line not moving an inch. Broly looked back in the direction you went again and happened to notice an older pair. Shrunken and delicate from their age, but working together to try and reach something on a top shelf— the woman with her hands on the man’s back and side as he reached up on his toes for their prize yet falling short, not quite able to stretch out to grab it. They need help.

His eyes softened. Somber. They could ask for help from someone able to get what they needed, but instead, they try on their own. It’s just like the small things his father needed him for, but would sooner get ornery over than ask for help. Things that, out of habit, Broly learned to do before his father could fix himself to try and inevitably become annoyed at his own lack of luster to do. Once the old man’s hair started to grey, Broly really did take care of both of them on Vampa for a long time.

“Sir, are you ready to check out?” The cashier calls out to Broly.

“I’m waiting…” He answered without looking back, not budging the cart. His brow then furrows with a resolute look in his eye.

The elderly couple didn’t leave his sight, the old man trying to grab the top shelf item. Broly’s hand suddenly reaches past his, grabbing a can and holding it out to the man at a less straining level. They're surprised by the assist, but then breathe a sigh of relief. The old man’s shaky hand took it from him with a thankful smile, and to Broly’s surprise, he held his wrist so he could hand the can to the woman, freeing his hand up to shake his larger hand.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” The older woman kindly speaks as she moves back behind their cart, placing the can inside. The combination of the gesture and praise surprised him. The couple smiled up at him as the old man pulled back after patting his arm and joined the woman’s side.

“You’re a good kid.” He says to Broly as they slowly start to make their way up the aisle.

Broly blinks, watching them walk together for a bit longer. His eyes softened again. This time, he was smiling. The lingering of their praise brought the faintest shade of pink to his cheeks before he started to head back to the cart.

You nearly collided with him while rounding the corner when he stepped out of the end of the aisle. Your wide eyes shift from him and back to your lonely cart, then narrow in displeasure. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself, watching your place in line set back by three carts now. You weren’t even gone for 10 minutes!

As you’re finally leaving the Grocery Store, the cold air blown in by the automatic doors gives you and Broly a chilling reminder of your trip back home. The clouds have thickened and darkened even at this time of day. You push the cart past the threshold into the cold, stopping when Broly suddenly speaks up.

“I was…thinking about my father.” That was unexpected. You stopped the cart, keeping a hand on it as you turned to look up at him. He was looking to the sky, taking note of the crisp atmosphere and gathering of clouds. Building up like the thoughts in his head. He elaborated, “...If he would enjoy the food on Earth, too.”

You let out a soft huff against the cold, an understanding grin on your lips. A dreary sky does seem to bring an openness to Broly. “I haven’t met a saiyan yet that doesn’t. I’m sure he would have.” Or will. You try to shift the tone. “What do you think would have been his favorite?”

Broly looks down at you now, then tilts his head in thought. “Hmm…The melons.”

Because they taste like the complete opposite of Vampa beetles. Juicy and sweet.

“Melons? That’s it?” You laugh softly. “Not the chili?” Broly’s eyes light up as it comes back to him.

“Yes, that too!” He smiled.

“Or the omelets you love so much?”

He nods, eyes further embellished with joy at the mention of those tasty flavors again. And then, suddenly, a look of discouragement. You take his hand and hold it in your own.

“It is just a while longer before the dragon balls are active again, remember? If that’s something you still want.” You give him a reassuring smile before turning back to the cart to push it with both your hands “Don’t worry.”

He answers with a sigh, then nods his head. His hand absentmindedly grasps his pelt, looking up to notice snowflakes are falling again.

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year ago

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May I request sfw prompt #39 and nsfw prompt #53 for Gohan where he falls in love with the reader after they have a one night stand but she's initially cold to him because she had been hurt in the past?

#39- "why are you scared of loving?"

#53- "you're more than just a one night stand"

author's note: this has been in my inbox since january of 2023 💀 but i have finally found my inspiration to get it done! there's no explicit smut but there are some nsfw mentions. this is also written as a prequel to my story protect!

pairing: gohan x fem!reader

warnings: talks of a past abusive relationship, mentions of reader's ptsd, nsfw mentions

A sigh quells the silence in your room as you dress after a shower. While not at the lowest point in your life, you're still not far from rock bottom. Living with your mother again, only a year and a half removed from that day your ex beat you to a pulp and left with all your money and all of the problems of his absence are still keeping you from flourishing. Ruined credit score from a broken apartment lease, incalculable debt from the hospital bills that your insurance refused to cover, and frequent nightmares of him coming back to finish destroying you into nothing give you constant anxiety and each day is a new struggle.

Safe to say, you haven't really been okay.

You glance at your phone with shame, nervous for when the inevitable text comes from a man that's far too sweet and far too good for you to deserve you skipping out on him in the middle of the night following the mistake of a one night stand. You met Gohan through a friend, and he offered to guide you through ridding yourself of the medical debts and this is what you've done to repay him. Hook up with him and then run for the hills the second he was asleep.

You close your eyes to calm yourself, centering again before the bad feelings of anxiety and depression can come creeping up your spine. Gohan knows about your past, and he's a grown man. Surely one as attractive as him has a few notches on his bedpost and would understand your absence.

But the way he looked at you last night, like you were heaven-sent and perfect has you doubting such an idea. Son Gohan could be a man like that if he wanted, but your heart and your mind alike know that's not who he is. He's a pure, old fashioned good boy. He wouldn't have slept with you if he didn't romantically like you to some extent…

And you certainly wouldn't have slept with him if you didn't want to reciprocate so badly it makes your chest ache with all of the want you harbor. To have a man love you, truly, and treat you as you deserve has been on your mind for years, well before your former boyfriend finally left you. But you had that kind of hope in Tyler, at first. He was kind, he was sweet and attentive… Though it only took moving in together for his true colors to show. Lying, cheating, stealing— That's who your ex was after all.

Your heart can't take that chance again.

You hang your towel on the back of your door, gazing at nothing in particular as you settle onto your bed. For the last few years it's as if you've had so much to plague your mind that you can't think of a single thing. It's strange to feel so empty, just entirely devoid of direction or purpose. You've got yet another set of paperwork to fill out for your medical debt, and then a few job applications as well that hopefully will last longer than a handful of months— all of these places only hiring you on as a temp is a god awful look on your résumé.

Your old laptop awaits, but you can do little more than flop back against your pillows and close your eyes. The war in your mind is something you're used to, but the usual stress on your body is gone.

You bite down on your lip as you remember the way Gohan touched you. The way he lit you up with his lips on yours, how gentle he was with your body and feelings, offering to stop or slow down— even when you were on the cusp of orgasm! He's a perfect sexual partner, and if it wasn't for how damn sweet he is you may have even thought to make it a routine thing.

You drift off to a blissful sleep that's heavy enough for you to miss that dreaded text.

I hope you made it home safely.

Gohan absentmindedly worries his lip between his perfect teeth, typing in a frenzy as he shoots back an email to the hospital that wracked you up with an inhumane amount of debt. He's got plenty to get done today, mostly for his actual job, but he just won't allow himself a moment to make any progress until these firmly-worded emails get the message across: you will not be paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars for fighting for your life!!

The huff he lets out after sending his email doesn't ease the anxiety that's been bubbling in his chest all morning. When you came over last night to work on a résumé, Gohan had absolutely no intention of sleeping with you. You're a woman in a bind and he's here to help, that's all! Disgust crawls over his skin anyway, shame buzzing his insides as he remembers everything that led to your passionate hookup.

You smelled so nice and looked just so damn pretty… He just wanted to sit a little bit closer, that's all. But then you looked up at him (and he'll die on the hill that you batted your lashes at him!) and he was nothing but a fool for you then. He doesn't know who leaned in first or who started what, but he certainly only had the mind to end it after it was too late to stop and he was balls deep.

A shudder wracks Gohan's body as he remembers the feeling of slipping inside of you. Even with a condom on, he could feel the heat and the wetness of your silky walls as they gripped his lonely shaft and sucked him in for as many inches as he had to give. And thank goodness he even had a condom on hand, all thanks to the people fundraising outside of the grocery store that included them in their donation goodie bag!

You were so sweet beneath him, so pliable and warm and perfect. He feels his cock stir in his pants, jumpy at the memory and unfortunately eager to experience such a lovely time again. Alas, you've been through quite a lot, and he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything like that.

You walking out on him last night already dashed his hopes anyway.

It wasn't exactly surprising to wake up alone, though it did sting all the same. You're just so amazing and kind and beautiful… Gohan would have to be a real piece of work not to see how special you are. Only a waste of space like your ex could be blind to everything that you are.

Gohan checks his phone for what feels like the thousandth time, no text message back from you. He's starting to worry now, which isn't good for his nails that he habitually bites when stressed. It'd probably do him well to go for a training session, but he also feels so frazzled as his blood races through his veins that training may not yield any productive results.

He pulls his glasses off and runs his large hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes until he starts seeing stars. Blinking until the room clears, Gohan glances at his phone once again before standing with an indignant huff.

He's fine, all of this is fine. And fretting over nonsense won't make you text him back any faster. You need your space, and he's going to give it to you. No fussing required.

He does go make use of Vegeta's gravity room, though when the Saiyan himself shows up and he's left in the face of a full-blooded, battle-hungry Saiyan, he can't help but think that perhaps he should've stayed home.

At least he's not stuck with Vegeta in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber like Trunks was.

Gohan's text message remains unanswered, haunting you as you cook yourself dinner. You'll have to face him eventually, and soon, but what do you say? 'Thanks for the sex, it was great!'? No! Do you ignore it??

Do you have a choice?

Hooking up again isn't an option. Pursuing something more with him, something romantic and fulfilling, definitely isn't either. He's been a wonderful help to you and for absolutely nothing at all in return; you don't have any extra money to pay him anyway. The kindness of Gohan's heart isn't even something you can repay, not after what you've done to him. A sour feeling crosses your mouth, your appetite fading as your mind races.

He's a good man. Too good for where you're at in life, and there's always some kind of catch with nice guys. It's too risky, all of it. Will he demand more sex for more of his help, now that he's already gotten it once? You need his assistance to whittle down the medical bills— his stubborn insistence with insurance and the hospital itself is astounding, and runs deeper than anyone else you know. Left to your own devices, you'd have given up a long time ago.

He's not like that. The reminder scolds your terrible line of thinking. Gohan would never leverage your quality of life at all, let alone with the ultimatum of sex. He's not your ex, he's not a bad person in the slightest.

But you didn't know your ex was your ex at first either.

Your plate of eggs and toast nearly run cold by the time you've found it in you to send a response. Typing and erasing it several times over, you finally end up with a passable response message over twelve hours since his text to you in the first place.

I'm alright, thank you. Would you mind sending the copy of my résumé? I forgot to download it onto my laptop.

You are such a dick.

But the job applications are just sitting pretty without it right now, and you can't afford not to include the carefully-crafted résumé Gohan spent so much time on. He made it for you, it's literally yours, and the shitty little paycheck you got just a few days ago is already about gone. You're cold, and it'll surely throw him for a loop at minimum, but it's the best way to protect yourself.

"Chase a check, never chase a bitch." You murmur the cold lyric to yourself and bite into your dinner, waiting for Gohan's timely response. He's a busy man with a career of his own, but he always messages you back in mere minutes. He's a great multitasker like that, and you certainly aspire to be as efficient as he is.

Though you begin to doubt things when hours pass and there's no response. Ice slowly frosts your veins with every further minute that Gohan doesn't respond with your résumé; surely there's a good reason? He wouldn't have thrown it out or be the type to withhold it— your friend would never associate themselves with Gohan if he was like that, much less connect the two of you if he were the sort of man to manipulate things in such a way.

But the cold, paranoid dread doesn't let up even in the morning. Your phone has no notifications at all, and you even check the chat to make sure the message is sent. It has, and he's seen it.

Anger bubbling beneath the surface of your chest is overshadowed by the trembling of your bottom lip. How foolish could you be?? If there was ever going to be a hookup, you could've at least waited for your shit to be in order! Now it's all lost and you're on your own again, left to navigate debt that's threatening to swallow you whole and job-hunt in a market that doesn't want you.

Your mother's gone for work already as you begin your routine; your scheduled shift at work is a short one and not for several more hours, but to sit around and do nothing in the meantime will only spell certain doom. If you're given too much time to think, lord only knows what sort of outburst or meltdown you'll have. You're fresh out of the shower and part way through brushing your teeth when the doorbell rings, confusion etched to your features. You're not expecting anyone, though perhaps your mother has a package that needs signing for? Dropping your head, you quickly spit and rinse with mouthwash before jogging to open the door.

On the other side stands a damp man with crooked glasses, a dazed look in his eye and all the anger in you fizzles out. He's here. And the look on your face must scare him with the way his lip nearly trembles when he speaks.

“I am— I— Sorry!” Gohan stumbles over his words and you sigh softly as the trickle of relief siphons through the rest of your body. Gesturing him further in, Gohan slips off his shoes and hands over a folder.

“I got busy with my uncle,” Busy being a bit of an understatement; the moment Vegeta caught Gohan with his phone as he was reading your message and forced him right back into the gravity room for another training binge. “And I went as fast as I could to get this to you. I am so sorry about this.”

Your eyes soften and you carefully wipe a few suds from his hair. “I appreciate it… But you could've finished your shower first.”

Gazing up as if he can see the soap in his hair, Gohan’s cheeks redden as he laughs nervously. “Uh… S-Sorry.”

Reluctantly dropping your hand once you've fixed his glasses, you open the folder to find a physical copy of your résumé alongside a flash drive that presumably has another copy downloaded onto it. “Thank you.”

Sticking his hands in his pockets, Gohan bites his lip. “Um… Can we talk for a second?”

“A-About what?”

Oh no.

“I… Think you have an idea.” Gohan says softly. He can't leave it behind or anything unsaid; one night stands aren't his thing. “Listen… What happened between us was…”

“Sex. It was just sex.” You murmur, setting the folder down on the coffee table. “People have sex all the time… It happens.”

Hurt penetrates Gohan's chest. He knew you were jaded, knows exactly why and he does understand… It doesn't mean it can't hurt him. He likes you, appreciates your mind and admires your strength in a way that may have a bit to do with his Saiyan heritage. “Sure… Other people do that. But I don't. And… And for me, I…”

Tears start to well in your eyes. This man, this wonderful, caring, smart and lovely man is about to cross that line, isn't he? The one that can't be crossed again, the one that's going to end this friendship on a burned bridge and broken hearts. “Gohan, don't—”

“You're more than just a one night stand.” He says it anyway, taking your hands and holding them so warmly, protectively and securely. “To me, you are… Inspiring, and beautiful, and… And someone I really, really like. And that night was so great, and I was on top of the world until I woke up and you were gone.”

“I'm sorry.” You whisper, screwing your eyes shut tightly and ducking your head. You just can't stop messing up, can you? “It's not you, Gohan. You're a great man and there's a woman out there that will make you happy and take care of you.”

“The woman I want is right in front of me.” His hand comes to rest on your cheek, brushing away the salty tears that fall when you meet his gaze.

“Gohan… You don't want this. Do you know why I left that night?”

Gohan’s other hand comes to the other side of your face, cradling you like the daintiest china. “You had your reasons.”

Your hands come to his wrists, not tugging his touch away as you feel his warmth bloom within you, lighting you up in unfamiliar but pleasant ways, encouraging the leap of faith that your hopeful heart cries out for. “Because I get nightmares. Nightmares so bad that my momma has to come and wake me up almost every night and hold me to stop the panic attacks. I'm broken in so many ways Gohan…” Your lip trembles, and Gohan gently swipes his thumb just below the curve of it, mesmerized by every inch of you.

“If you only knew just how much I understand being broken…” Gohan whispers, his “eventful” childhood flashing through his mind from his kidnapping and all the way to his father's most recent death. “Then you would understand me more than anyone, and I’d get to understand you.”

“You don't want this.” You whisper again, and Gohan leans in for the softest, warmest kiss to your forehead. It clears the rain, just a bit, and you lean into it.

“Why are you so scared of loving me?” Gohan murmurs against your skin. “You've never said you don't want it… Me. Just that I won't want you, like you're a used car or something.”

You come to hide your face in his chest and he wraps you up tightly, his strong body anchoring you from your fears. “I'm afraid to get hurt again. When you didn't answer my message, I thought the worst of you! That you were some asshole that was only gonna help me if I kept sleeping with you! All because you didn't text me back. That's just the tip of the iceberg, Gohan!”

“Honey…” Gohan whispers, swaying gently as he holds you, one arm wrapped tightly around your middle while his other hand rests at the back of your head. “You’d know my heart if you knew your place. So come find yourself… I'll wait for you.”

The fog breaks, and your smile is brighter than a thousand suns and Gohan has never seen anything more breathtaking.

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