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sith-qween · 6 months ago

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 4.0K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

Tags: @bdudette @beakami @vee-vee-writes (just ask c:)

Things had definitely taken a very interesting turn in the last few months. You went from having no respect and needing to fight nearly every waking moment, to having men from one of the strongest races at your beck and call. It was amazing how fast things could change and, honestly, it was refreshing. There was no more fighting for every necessity. You had access to what you needed, you had a team you could rely on, and the missions were actually worth your time and energy.

However you had started to notice that each of them were different in their own ways. Sure all three of the men were all brash and hard to get along with at times, but once you got used to them it was a cake walk.

Vegeta, his royal highness. He was always high strung with a God complex. Who wouldn’t have called that one. Mind you, he paid attention to the small details, things most people would never notice, or not care about. Small glances, or rambling thoughts about something you missed, somehow he made it work. If you longed for a certain food, and just let your thoughts ramble, the next day it would somehow wind up in your room. However if you ever confronted the prince about it, he would deny it till his dying breath. Stubborn to the core, no doubt about that.

He was a very prideful person, and he wasn’t about to bow to anyone or anything, he merely acted for Frieza, knowing how far he could get away with pushing. Afterall he had a deal with the tyrant and he wasn’t going to be the one to mess up. He was a very proud man, especially when it came to his race. He loved his planet and his people and there wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t miss it. Whatsmore, the prince would often think he was sly in his glances. His eyes wandered over your frame when he thought no one was watching, but the joke is on him - you always knew.

Nappa on the other hand, was loud and abrasive. He had next to no filter, nearly every thought he had would find its way from his mouth, whether or not it was the time or place. The hulking man had little awareness of his space, and did not care if he knocked something over or broke it. Now when it came to you on the other hand, there was a softness to him. He was still loud and often unfiltered, but he took notice of how he was around you. Careful not to knock your stuff over, or take up your space. Outside of training and missions, he would even treat you as if you were fragile - would never admit to it tho.

That and he enjoyed the little things. Back on Planet Vegeta it was not unheard of for the Massive Saiyan to head on over to the hot springs when he was relieved of his duties for the day. It was a full time job watching the young Prince, however it was all worth it to watch his grow up into a fine prince, not to mention the springs. The royal hot springs were something the man would often reminisce about, just lounging and relaxing after a long battle, or just a painfully uneventful day.

Then there was Raditz. This man was different from the other two. Unless to save face in front of his associates, he was honest. He was much more level headed and animated. He had a rougher upbringing than the others, and it gave him humility. He fought and earned everything he had, nothing was handed to him on a silver platter. He was easy to talk to and joke with, the two of you shared more realistic lifestyles. He was the kind who would save you from falling on your face or messing up in the wrong places. Never would he admit or show the others - but there was a kindness to him.

There was also the fact that unlike the other two, Raditz came from commonfolk. His parents were nobodies in the grand scheme of things. In their terms he was a “low class”, and that was why he was often pushed below the others. But he was used to it, and he had fought to be there anyways. One night he had even shared he had a brother somewhere out there, hoping he was still alive. Craving for his own family to have somehow survived, something to hold onto hope for.

It was almost embarrassing just how much you were learning with each of them. Not only historically, but also physically. The longer you were with them the more pride you felt for your race, how much more determined you felt to live up to the name. Not only that, but the more time you spent alone with them, the more it brought out your true nature. Raised to be modest, you were a joke to your race. Now you stood with more confidence, empowered by your blood and much more willing to just take what you wanted. To embrace the race of warriors you belonged to, you were ready to make a name of your own.

However for such an elite warrior race, there were still a lot of holes. It was clear none of them were used to feelings or expressing them. Maybe it was your more feminine and soft side that was starting to get to them. With the new arrangement to always be with one of the three men, they each started to get more comfortable with you. The air was far less heavy then the first time you all met. From the icy insults and threats, you made a lot of progress to be at a more relaxed and jesting vibe. It took a while, on all ends, but you were all making it work.

The chirping of your pager was enough to pull your drowsy mind to attention. Fluttering your lashes, you lifted your gaze to the hulking man that was lounged across your tiny couch. Vegeta had taken Raditz to train earlier that morning, and after eating you wanted to spice things up a little and relax. Sure enough Nappa tagged along, and somehow he wound up passed out, and you were not too far behind. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you were careful to try and not wake the other as you reached for the scouter.

Lifting the device to your eyes you pressed the button. The little green piece started to slow with a message. It was of high priority; go and report to Lord Frieza. Reading this, you could feel a chill start to set in the room. Why would you need to report anything? Surely Vegeta and Raditz could do so, they would be closer anyways. But was it for the team, or just you? You didn’t recall hearing Nappa’s scouter ping anything.

“M’what’s up?” a sleepy grumble broke through the sea of thoughts that were flooding your mind. Blinking out of your stupor, you managed to pull the device down and meet his hazy gaze.

“I just got a page to go and report to Lord Frieza. Did you get anything?’ you managed to keep your tone level. You could understand why the Prince bowed his head to the tyrant, you had the pleasure of experiencing it first hand. The very thought of needing to be in the same room as that man was enough to drain some of the colour from your features. There was a lethargic shuffling as Nappa checked his own scouter only to shake his head,

“M’nope looks like it was just you. Best not to keep him waiting though, I can walk you there. Just be sure to page me when everything is finished.” he drawled out, giving a huff as he pushed himself into a sitting position, taking the time to stretch his arms out over head. There is a moment of pause between the two of you before you finally let out a breath you weren’t aware you had been holding. Nodding you threw your legs over the side of the couch and stood up.

Not much was exchanged between the two of you, the peaceful, lazy air had been pierced and now the growing anxiety that rose in your throat was the only thing you could feel. You were thankful he was prying on the matter, but you also felt a bit guilty to be robbing his nap from him. Mind you, it was probably a good thing since relaxing seemed to be something frowned upon here. Everything was always on the go and busy. Why should today be any different?

There was a silence in the room as the two of you started to get ready. Whether or not it was comfortable or uncomfortable was something you were still debating. There was an uneasiness that was starting to form in the pit of your stomach, but now isn't the time for that. You couldn’t exactly get cold feet about meeting with Lord Frieza after all. If he said jump, you were expected to ask how high, no questions about it. Finishing up the two of you left the room without much else exchanged.

Walking side by side the larger man just kept his eyes ahead, making the short walk seem to drag on forever. Before the turn to the tyrants room, the bald man stopped and stretched himself out,

“I shouldn’t go much further with you, just make sure to let me know when your all done.” he managed, his voice sighing as he released the stretch, “G’luck in there”

“Thanks” you mutter out as the man turned and headed down another hall, presumably off to go and find something to busy himself with while he waited around. Couldn’t blame him, it would probably look bad if he was seen just lurking just outside of the office of Lord Frieza. With that you took a breath and turned down the hall and made your way towards the grand doors. You were more concerned as to why it was only you, maybe you had messed up somehow and he was going to quietly finish you off this time. Maybe he just wanted to intimidate you, maybe it was nothing. The possibilities kept going through your mind, it wasn’t fair how easily he could get into someone's head like that.

“Afternoon, [y/n]!” Ginyu’s loud voice greeted you. As always, way to optimistic sounding. It was enough to make you want to gag, it should be illegal for someone that close to Lord Frieza to have this much positivity in life. However you were able to keep a straight face as you gave a tiny bow, best to be formal.

“That was a quick response! I’m sure Lord Frieza will be pleased. Whenever you’re ready, step inside.” Ginyu instructed. With a small nod, you thought, better just jump in and get it over with instead of wasting time mulling it over and making the worst possible scenarios up in your head.

With a quick breath you pushed past Ginyu and pushed open the large doors and stepped inside. The droning sound of the doors closing behind you was silenced with a soft thump. Careful not to show any signs of weakness you managed to keep your head held high and chest puffed out. Confident strides carried you to about the middle of the large, dome-like room before you stopped and knelt before the tyrant. As your knee met the cold steel, the phantom stinging across your skin pricked in a vivid memory of your last visit.

With your head bowed, you were unable to see the vast view of space from the large window that sat just before the man. The one who took his time in turning the chair so that he would face your form on the floor before him.

“[y/n], you’re surprisingly early.” he practically purred in amusement.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting, my Lord.” you responded with ease. The words were nearly practised, even if it was just to keep you from another broken bone or two. This response got you a chuckle, his tail lazily hanging out of the little floating chair he occupied. It was obvious your response was exactly what he wanted to hear, the pleased tone followed through as he continued,

“I’m surprised. Your race isn’t exactly new to the idea of tardiness. I could recall a number of accounts - but I think I should spare you the details.”

“How kind my Lord. But may I ask why you summoned me?” Your voice was tight, fighting to pull the emotions that were trying to tear their way forward. There had to be some reason to all of this, something besides taunting you with reminders of a dead race. Lifting your head, your eyes were met with the ruby gems that sparkled with nothing but ill-intent. It never mattered what he did, the air around this man always bleed evil. This was no exception.

“I am glad you asked, my little monkey,” he started. Amusement reaching his gaze as he watched you, “I was curious as to how you’ve been adapting to the new group. I know those men are animals, but from what I hear you are used to all that.”

Call it instincts, but you had to bite your tongue to call his bluff. He may rule with an iron fist, but that doesn’t mean he was a good liar. Manipulator, maybe. But his lies were transparent. You couldn’t read past that, but you figured it was best to humour his little facade.

“Ah yes, I am very grateful for the chances of moving to this ship. Things have been much better than on my old one. Less drama and the missions are much more to speed. I did have a bit of a climb to catch up, but I am proud of the scars that prove my growth. I have learned a lot from my new team, however they are a handful. Always a pain and getting in the way of things - however they always come through on missions. Very stubborn and hard to deal with, but never a challenge too big for them.” You reported in a short run down. Hoping that it was satisfactory, you watched his expressions for his response.

“Ah yes, the stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat - that is definitely a monkey thing. Have to give your race some credit tho, you always make the best of the worst.” he droned. The lazy motions of his tail caught your eye for a mere moment, remembering just how devastating that thing was, even though it moved so fluidly. “I take it that you are spending less time in the Med Bay now?”

“Of course my Lord. I wouldn’t dream of wasting my time there if it could be used more efficiently somewhere else.” you were quick to reply, tone sharpening slightly at the implications. You didn’t expect him to drop that day, but it still lit a fire under you at the thought of it. You weren’t going to stay weak and you were bound and determined to make sure that you did nothing but surpass your own power level and keep reaching for the top.

“That’s good. Your race has many great warriors, it would be a shame to lose yet another one.” he grinned, the sinister gleam reaching his eyes as he watched your muscles tense up. It took every part of your willpower not to retort, not to react. He was just trying to get under your skin now, trying to break your composure. And you weren’t about to give in to his jabs.

“Mind you, with that in mind I hope you’ve been keeping on top of your health.” he added, still studying your reactions. When his comment was met with a furrowing of brows he chuckled and shook his head, “I suppose that answers that. [y/n], don’t you think you should start doing routine checkups? Wouldn’t want anything to happen to our newest monkey, now would we? Besides, it's best if everyone gets checked once in a while. We wouldn;t want anyone bringing something back from a forigen planet.”

“I suppose it is overdue,” you trail off. There was no way to explain you had no time for that kind of thing, but it was clear he wasn’t suggesting this, he was telling you. With your own tail curled neatly on the ground under you, you could feel it twitch in irritation. “I can head down to the Med Bays and set up something right away.”

“That sounds like a good plan, [y/n].” he purred, the amusement rolling off of his confidence. Everything was going to plan and it was clear it was the case. The arrogance of the spoiled tyrant made your blood boil. You didn’t know what game he was playing, but you were not enjoying it. “You may leave now.”

Standing, you bowed for a moment before turning on your heels and promptly leaving the vast chamber. Between the goosebumps that were crawling under your skin and the fur on your tail standing on end, you couldn’t stop the unease that pricked away at you. However it was best to do this and get it out of the way. So while you didn’t stop for a moment, your destination was now the Med Bay and you were making haste. Only difference from last time was you were able to walk yourself there - and you were fully conscious this time!

As soon as you turned the corner you were sending a notification to Nappa to let him know where you were heading. Everything went by you in a blurr, lost to your own thoughts. This was such a random thing, granted it did make some sense. Not to mention how often you have trips to the bays, it wouldn't hurt to make sure nothing ended up long term. All you needed was some internal bleeding taking you out, what a way to go.

Pushing your way into the Med Bay you could see the smaller creature jump slightly at the abrupt entrance. Quickly recovering she cleared her throat and looked you once over,

“What brings us the pleasure of your visit?” her soft voice chimed in. Her dark pink skin is carefully covered by white scrubs. It was her dark eyes that didn;t match her sweet appearance, they were cold and harded. Most likely due to the fact that she worked on this ship and dealt with ruffians all day long.

“I have been advised to schedule some regular check ups..” you started, the words feeling wrong on your tongue.

“Well then let's not waste time. Might as well get you started and register for your first one today. Give me your name please,” she piped up, not wasting a second as you hesitated. She was quick to scurry around and start nudging you towards the curtains. You managed to mutter your name out before going to where she wanted you.

She vanished for a moment before she reappeared with a clipboard in hand. Her delicate hands flipped over the sheets with practised ease and she clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she looked up at you, “Well at least you are in one piece this time. What could you possibly do to end up in such conditions, and so often?” she asked, already getting to work checking over your obvious physical condition.

Here you could feel the heat start to rise to the tops of your ears. Well, she didn’t have to call you out like that. “I wasn’t used to other Sayians and got a little too excited fighting with them, and whoops..” you muttered. It wasn’t completely false, it had been a thrill actually getting to fight with the men when you arrived. However she didn’t know it was because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut long enough. Nor did she need to know that same problem nearly got you killed at the hands of Lord Frieza himself.

Her dark optics lifted to meet your own and you could feel the scrutiny in them. Her only response was a very lacklustre hum, making it painstakingly obvious she didn’t believe you for a second. “Stripe so we can get started.” She demanded, which led you to roll your eyes before following her orders.

“Well now, you are currently up to date, everything is checked out. You're all up to date on any shots you need, and aside from the history of beatins - you are one of the healthiest soldiers on this ship. You are free to go, just make sure to come and check back every two months for a quick check up.” the little nurse muttered, her tiny fingers already typing over a keypad as she gave you the results, never once looking up at you.

Gritting your teeth you managed out a quick ‘thank you’ before turning to leave. Her attitude was something that was rubbing you the wrong way, but then again you had to cut the woman some slack. You thought you dealt with a lot, you could only imagine what she saw and dealt with on a daily bases. She was very busy and overall professional, so you couldn’t get too mad at her.

As you pushed past the clear doors, you saw the large Saiyan leaning against the wall, his eyes lifting at the sound of your appearance. There was a sense of calm that reached you at the sight of him. Nothing more than a sense of familiarity in the whirlwind of concussion you just went through. With eyes meeting you gave him a small nod and the two of you retreated back to his room. Thankful for the silence where listening ears lingered, you were able to just relax a little bit.

Reaching his room, you push past him and make your way inside, making haste of removing the gear and falling back onto his couch. He wasn’t far behind as well as he lounged on the couch, similar to he had before. Extending an arm, he invited you closer, giving you the chance to decide. Hesitating you considered it and you finally just crawled over to him to lay against his large body. You weren’t about to admit that the men were starting to become a comfort to you, something about knowing they were around and willing to protect you just made your heart weak.

“So, are ya willing to share?” he asked after a moment.

“Nothing much to share. Like I said he suggested I get check ups, and seemed like he was just seeing how things were going. Made it hard to hold my tongue, he kept dragging our race through the mud,” you finally growled out. The annoyance finally was able to flare now that you were safely away from the tyrant. To that you got a scoff,

“Yeah that sounds about right. You get used to it, he has always thought lowly of the Sayians. That will never change.” he grumbled. Clearly it still got under his skin, and you could only imagine he had been dealing with this for much longer than you. “But it might be for the best for the check ups. After all, you have only used the pods and if that's a trend they need records.”

To this logic you couldn’t help but hum in reluctant agreement. You still didn’t want to admit there was logic behind it, but it at least made it feel more sensible then a random summons. Not wanting to think about it any more you just turned your face into his chest and shut your eyes. Your tail lazily wrapping around his thigh, you felt his hand come to your back as the large Saiyan chuckled, before the room was once again met with a peaceful silence.

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floating-mid-air · 1 month ago

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The Princess of all Saiyans

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Hey, hey! I'm back yet again for the first time in 2025. College has been kicking my ass, so I'm happy to finally get something out. It's a bit shorter than normal, but this is the last chapter that will be following an episode outline for a bit. I'm excited to get into some less action-packed and more random plot points. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. I'd also like to thank everyone for the constant support, especially considering my very sporadic and streaky updates.

Chapter 18

Your eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the gleaming light. "Ugh." You groan, your hands running through your hair. God, your head is throbbing. This is worse than a hangover. You're sprawled out across the crown of a large oak tree, leaves and sticks tangled within your hair.

Your gaze shifts around, taking in your surroundings. So this is what hell looks like. There's far less fire than you assumed. Now that you think about it, this terrain is remarkably similar to Earth. Checks out; it was quite a dreadful planet.

You start to pick the intrusions out of your hair, tossing them onto the ground beneath you. Every flick of your wrist is accompanied by this atypical groaning sound. You crane your neck downwards, searching for the source of the noise. "Can you stop throwing shit at me!" A familiar, brash voice calls out from underneath you.

You finally catch a glimpse of the large figure, your lips curving upwards at the sight. "I never thought I'd be happy to see your ugly face." You snicker at the man, who's now pulling the sticks you threw out of his own unmanageable hair. You jump down from the tree, landing right in front of Raditz. "You look good for a dead man."

"Hardy Har," the man scoffs. I never wanted to come back to this planet. My brief stint in hell was far more pleasurable." Wait a second... you're alive? This is actually Earth. You thought planet Namek took you out with it, but that seems to not be the case. So, how the hell did you end up here?

"Oh really?" The corners of your lips curve upwards, flashing him a teasing smile. "It's not your life's dream to become one with the earthlings? You could even become one of their domesticated pets like Kakarot."

Raditz looks down at you, his lips resting in a thin line. "If anything of the sort becomes my lifestyle. I want you to kill me."

"I'll hold you to that," You look around the terrain, not quite having enough energy left to sniff out anyone's power levels. "I wonder where Vegeta spawned."

"Desiring a reunion with your darling brother already?"

"Oh fuck off, Raditz." You flip him off before strutting off in a random direction, forcing the taller man to practically chase after you. You're far too weak to use any sort of energy-sensing technique, so you're going off pure instinct.

You arrive at a small clearing, spotting a significant number of Namekians. It's dreadful. Just moments ago, they were eradicated, and now there are countless. They're all crowding around the Earth woman in a circle. Amongst the group, you also spot Gohan. He isn't exactly hard to miss. The kid sticks out like a sore thumb in the sea of green. You scan the crowd, trying to figure out what's happening. Within, you spot an open flame. So they're committing arson now? Cause that's something you can get behind. Bulma grins wide. "The leaves are burning, guys. This is a good sign." Huh? You knew this woman was off her rocker before. But this is a whole new level.

Raditz leans down, his voice a low whisper. "It seems like they're performing a cult-like ritual. Must be native to their people." You've witnessed many strange customs throughout your years. This one may just take the cake.

"This is good news. Goku must be coming home soon," Bulma exclaims. You furrow your brows, your forehead creasing. What the hell is she going on about now?

You scoff loudly. "Please, Frieza slaughtered Kakarot. He probably used his bones as toothpicks." You turn to Raditz, your features softening slightly. "Sorry."

The group still somehow hasn't noticed either of you, and Raditz isn't exactly hard to miss. Talk about being unaware of your surroundings. "The leaves never lie, you know." The Earth woman is far too cheery for your liking. How can burning a few leaves give any sort of data? It must be some human superstition. With a flick of your tail, you extinguish the small flame. Your eyes twinkle with mischief as panic begins to arise. There's just something about mass hysteria that you find so endearing. You're an agent of chaos, after all.

"That wasn't very nice." Raditz chuckles.

"I'm not nice, Raditz." You smirk. "You should know this by now." You look around the clearing, spotting Vegeta out of the corner of your eye. He's leaning against a tree, his typical brooding expression plastered across his face. He's seen you. He knows you're here, and yet he hasn't approached you. Something's not right here.

You and Raditz continue to fly under the radar, maintaining a comfortable distance from the group. You watch as two of the Namekian children play. One hangs from a large branch, playfully teasing the other about how they're too short to reach. This encounter fills you with a strange sense of familiarity. Reminding you about one of the few fond moments of your childhood.

20 something years ago

You sprint down the hill, running with all your might. With every step you take, the distance between you and Tarble increases immensely. You've always been the speedy one. With your father and Vegeta off-planet, it's one of those rare moments of leisure where you get to play. And it's not the typical roughhousing your people are accustomed to. It's plain old, joyful fun.

Your brother starts to gain traction as the gap between you grows smaller. Your hair blows in the wind, and your laughter bounces as you descend the hill. Your breaths grow shorter as you begin to tire yourself out. You need to think fast. Tarble has always been a rule follower, while you've been far from that. You search the terrain, finding a large tree. You race over to the tree, gripping one of the branches, swinging yourself up. You now stand on the branch, smiling triumphantly at the boy below you. He stops in front of the tree, panting. "Oh, come on!" Your twin pouts. "That's not fair!" He's not wrong, but you've never liked to play fair.

"Life's not fair, Tarbie." You cackle.

"Father told you to stop calling me that!"

"Just cause he said it doesn't mean I'll listen." You scoff. "I'm not, Vegeta."

"You know I can't get up there myself." The boy huffs. He's not wrong. You stand at least a foot taller than him, and you're not particularly tall among your people, either.

"Well, maybe next time then, runt." You smirk, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

Tarble rolls his eyes, ignoring your teasing. "Seriously, be careful up there. It's dangerous." He's always been cautious, especially compared to your recklessness. He's the yin to your yang.

"I'm fine! It's just a stupid tree. I'm barely off the ground- woah!" Once again, you spoke too soon. You lose your footing, falling off the branch. You shut your eyes and brace yourself for a fall, yet it never came. You slowly open your eyes, seeing Tarble. Despite his smaller size, he managed to catch you. As if seeing your fall activated some sort of natural instinct in him.

Raditz nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. "You're zoning out again."

"Well, excuse me." You scoff. "It's been a pretty long day." Suddenly, two Namekians rush over to the large group, calling the names of another. The pair mention that they can't find any Namekians from a specific village. Oh, well, that's not good. You don't care for their well-being; every single Namekian could drop dead on this planet for all you care. You're pretty sure you know why they can't find them. Raditz eyes you skeptically, being able to read you like an open book.

"I have an answer for that." A gruff voice speaks up from the distance. You immediately recognize it as Vegeta's. Well, looks like he's gonna spill the beans. "That wish was too specific. Most of you did fall to Frieza or one of his bruisers. However, at least one of your villages fell, thanks to my sister and me. He gestures to you while laughing. Well, now they're all aware of your presence. "Well, she wasn't much help. Bailed on me right after the first Namekian fell. There was no loyalty, which proves you can't trust anyone." Is it just you, or does Vegeta seem even more hostile than usual?

As your brother goes off on his tangent, the large Namekian dragon balls fall from the sky, turning into stone. That can only mean one thing. That elderly Namekian died for the second time. You turn over, watching the grand elder fade into nothing. There are a lot of tears from Namekians and humans alike. You don't get it. He was both old and had already died once. They got the chance to say goodbye. They should be thankful. That's not a luxury many have.

You tune out the entire scene before you, that is until the small Namekian makes a comment that makes your ears perk up. He claims that the Namekian Dragon Balls had no limitations for how many times someone can be resurrected. That is, as long as they didn't die from natural causes.

"Wait," Gohan exclaims, grabbing Dende's shoulders. "That means once those Dragon Balls recharge, we can bring back anyone. No matter how many times they died?" Dende nods. "This is the best news I've ever heard."

This is the worst news you've ever heard. Unlimited resurrections. It'll be like having a bunch of ants. Making them next to impossible to exterminate. This is gonna be a massive thorn in your side. Those humans will just keep popping back up like a game of whack-a-mole.

You notice the Earth woman start speaking to herself as if she is holding a conversation with someone. And she keeps mentioning Yamcha. Maybe she's really lost her mind this time. All that Namek drama must have done some damage to what was left of her psyche. "Hey guys, great news! Yamcha just told me that Goku took down Frieza for good!" You find that hard to believe. Saint Kakarot not sparing a life? Practically unheard of. Also, how are you the only one who finds it mildly concerning that she's speaking to her deceased boyfriend?

"Really?" Gohan cocks his head. "Are you serious?" Gohan pumps his fist into the air, cheering loudly. You watch as both Gohan and Dende spin in circles, Gohan chanting about how his father is some sort of hero. They must use that term loosely here. You turn and see your brother seething. You guess every awful situation has a silver lining. Cause that look on Vegeta's face is priceless.

Bulma pauses as if she's listening to something. "Oh hey, get a load of this. Apparently, Goku couldn't get his way off Namek before the whole shebang went off." And now she's laughing. This woman is unhinged. "Well, I know something you don't know. The Namekians came back with us to Earth with their Dragon Balls. And that's not even the best part. They work differently. These ones can bring back anyone, no matter how many times they've died. So Goku, Krilin, and Chatsu all get the same first-class ticket back to Earth, just like you guys." Is she rubbing this in his face? You can't help but feel that there's something off about this. It all seems too perfect. And in your experience, if something appears too good to be true, it likely is.

You rack your brain for any possible inconsistencies, using your observations and prior knowledge of wish orbs to your advantage. Back on Namek, when you wished for Piccolo's resurrection, he didn't just appear on Namek. You had to make a second wish to teleport him there, and even that wasn't done entirely correctly. Since the Namekian died on Earth, that's where he respawned.

"Oh, uh…" Bulma appears to be dazed. "Looks like I may have spoken too soon."

"Why?" Gohan looks confused. "Why can't Dad be brought back like everyone else?"

It's become clear to you why. "Cause there's no planet Namek." You speak up, everyone looking at you in shock. "If you were to wish for either Kakarot or the bald one back. They'd just spawn in space and die from lack of oxygen. Or their heads would pop like balloons."

"Oh, come on," Vegeta smirks. "Use your heads for once. The answer is simple. Firstly, ask for their souls to be brought to Earth. And then resurrect them. It should work, at least in theory."

"Of course, why didn't I think of that?" Bulma's eyes light up. "That's a brilliant idea, Vegeta."

"Wow, Geta. You're so helpful to their cause. A real team player." You mock.

"You shut your damn mouth." He points a finger at you. "I am not speaking to you!"

"It sure looks like you're speaking to me now." As the two of you bicker, Gohan flies over to your brother, standing right before him.

"You really do care." The boy grins, extending his hand outwards to the grump. Vegeta simply slaps his hand away.

"Please," You huff. "Vegeta doesn't give a damn. He just wants to slaughter Kakarot for himself. That's who my brother is, after all. Always wants the glory."

Vegeta's eyes narrow into slits, a low growl emulating from him. "What did I say about shutting your damn mouth!"

You hold up both of your hands. "What crawled up your ass?"

"Betrayal! That's what!" Vegeta sneers. "You're a liar. And now that I know, you are no longer to be trusted!"

"Excuse me?"

"You surpassed me!" He shouts. "And you hid it, not for days, not for months. But for years! I look like a damn fool!"

"That's just your face! You always look like a fool! And you're so right. I should've told you the truth cause you just handled it so well!" All eyes are on both of you now, the face-off that was years in the making. "I had to protect your ginormous fucking ego. I mean, just imagine your reaction. If it's this awful now, just picture how much worse it would've been decades ago!"

"That's not the point." He storms over to you. "You lied, time and time again. You've broken my trust!"

"I don't know what you want from me!" You throw your hands up into the air. "Nothing I do is ever good enough for you, Vegeta! You've always said I need to be more aware. That I must meticulously plan my every move to be ten steps ahead of my opponent. And that's exactly what I did!" You stand your ground, a rare sighting of tears stinging your vision. "For once, I did everything you said; I followed your every damn order to a tee. And yet, it's still not enough! I can never please you!" Despite how often you disregard Vegeta's words. There's

one thing you've always longed for, Vegeta's approval. Something that seems so far out of reach no matter what you do or how hard you try.

"Stop with the crocodile tears." The world around you has grown quiet. No one else dares to utter a word. "This is just like you. Always taking on a pet project. First Tarble, then Raditz, and now Kakarot. What's next? Are you gonna adopt a pet human?"

"Don't you dare utter his name." Your eyes flash with anger, getting right in your brother's face.

"Tar-ble," He extends his enunciation, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. He knows exactly where to hit and how to cut deep.

"Enough!" Raditz's outburst stuns you both to silence. "For once in your life, Vegeta shut your mouth!" Raditz has never spoken to Vegeta like that, not once. "You've always yelled at her to be more responsible. To plan before she acts. And that's what she did! How can you be angry at her for just doing what you've always said? She did exactly what you would've done in her shoes, and you know it."

"Don't you ever speak to me like that, you second-"

"I'm not done! Everything was gone. Our people, our planet, our families. For a while, we thought you were dead, too! She did everything she needed to do to survive. So what? You're angry that she was smart enough to live? Would you rather not have your sister standing here?"

"That doesn't excuse-" Raditz yet again cuts him off.

"We were all just kids. Everything that happened was straight out of a nightmare. She was scared, Vegeta."

Vegeta scoffs. "Saiyans don't experience fear."

Raditz shakes his head. "We both know that's bullshit."

"I don't need this." He kicks a rock, sending it speeding into the distance. "Or you! I don't need either of you. You can both drop dead for all I care."

"I'll see you in hell!" You scream back at him. Before you can shout any obscenities, you feel a small hand on your shoulder.

"Come on," Gohan starts pulling you away. "You can stay with me."

After a bit, you arrive at a decent-sized home in the middle of nowhere. You take one look at the exterior, and the entire place is in disarray. While the interior isn't much better. And you thought Nappa was a slob. "What the hell happened here?"

"Well, you see." Gohan laughs nervously. "Dad isn't really much of a cleaner. It's honestly not that bad, considering it's been abandoned for a year or so." Vegeta would have a conniption if you left your quarters like this.

"Ya, this is not happening. I do not live in filth." You gesture to the vicinity around you. "We are fixing this. I don't care if it takes all damn day." You head straight for the kitchen, picking up a roll of trash bags and tossing them at Gohan. "This is ridiculous. I've seen tyrants keep their prisoners in cleanlier conditions."

"It's not so bad. We can make cleaning fun!" Fun. Fun? This pigsty. It would probably be easier to nuke the whole place and start from scratch.

"You have the same sunshine attitude as your father." You sneer. "I find it vile."

"I like to think of it as being a glass-half-full kinda person." Gohan starts throwing trash into a bag. "It makes things go way quicker. You should try it sometime."

"Maybe after I'm dead." You decided to stop complaining and actually get to work. This is going to be a long day. Let's just hope you can make a dent in this mess. Life on Earth is going to be far more complicated than you ever expected. Maybe cutting your losses and getting the hell off this planet would be worth it. With Frieza out of the picture, you're finally free. You're no longer a puppet being sent to do the bidding of another. And yet, here you are in the middle of nowhere. On this wretched planet. Maybe you're losing your edge?

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