#dbz x y/n

[moonlightpetalz6]

Always There

Character: Chichi

Reader: Female Reader

Warnings: Harsh language, Fluff laced with slight angst

Wc: 2,960

A/n: Hi I love Chichi so much so I wanted to make this fic about her! I hope you can enjoy it!

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The sound of an alarm filled your ears, causing you to let out a small groan as you slowly opened your eyes, grimacing at the bright rays of sun that filled the room of your small apartment. You reach over towards your nightstand to smack the off button before rubbing what sleep remained in your eyes. 'I guess I should start getting ready.' With a tired sigh, you sat up from the comfort of your bed, kicking the blankets off before heading towards your bathroom to start the day. After getting yourself ready and eating breakfast, the phone rang, causing you to stumble around the corner to answer.

"Hello, Y/L/N residence." You answered automatically. A familiar laugh sounded on the other end, causing a soft smile to grace your lips, eyes softening at the beautiful melody. "You sound like you just ran towards the phone, Y/n! How often have I told you that the call won't stop after just one ring?!" You just hummed, leaning your head against the doorframe. "What can I say, Chichi? I'm quick to act." You joked, a small laugh slipping past your lips. Chichi huffs on the other end. You can picture her form standing there, probably cleaning her hands with an apron as she shakes her head with a frown. "I swear I surround myself with impatient people!" She complains, causing your laugh to echo off the walls.

You and Chichi have been friends ever since you were children. The two of you had met during your first day of school when she had smacked a boy who had been picking on you for not having that big of a lunch. Since that day, you two were always seen with each other, your bond closer than anyone's. You were even her maid of honor for her marriage to Goku, that day being one of the happiest yet most painful days of your life.

"Anyways, I was calling to see if you could arrive three hours early for Goten's party! I'm a little behind on preparations, and the boys won't be home until the party starts!" Chichi spoke, her voice hopeful and bright, but after having known her for so many years, you can catch how tired she is. "Of course, I can head over there now if you'd like." You say, glancing at your watch. "Really?! You're my knight in shining armor, Y/n!" The woman cheers, causing a smile to form on your lips, accompanied by a slight blush. "I'll see you in thirty minutes." And with that, you hang up the phone, letting out a small sigh. "Once again, it's me to the rescue." You muttered while glancing at the picture frame by your front door.

The picture consisted of the married couple with you and Krillen next to them, all of you with bright smiles on your faces. You make sure to grab Goten's present, your keys, and anything else you need before putting on your shoes and exiting the small apartment. You hop onto your motorcycle and head towards your friend's home in the woods. 'How long have I been having to help Chichi out? Since their marriage? Or was it since Gohan's birth?' You shake your head at the thought, letting out a deep sigh. You held nothing against the Saiyan warrior, at least not anymore; you became terrific friends from the moment you met. However, there was one small problem. One that no one would ever know about so long as you lived. You loved Chichi. You don't know when those feelings of friendship blossomed into more, but you knew that it would never happen between the two of you as her heart became Goku's the moment they met.

Because of this, you couldn't help but hate him at first. You hated him always putting training and fighting before his wife and kids. You hated the days when Chichi would call you up or even show up to your place crying for her husband on the days he died from whatever danger there had been. You hated how his adorable sons had to grow up or go some of their lives without their dad. It drove you mad before, but now you see it as a regular occurrence. Chichi always told you that even though she had married an idiotic fool, she wouldn't take it back and always held such love in her eyes whenever she would talk about her husband. Because of this, you gave up on that hatred for Goku and focused on giving Chichi and the boys any support they needed.

Before you realize it, you're parking your bike in front of the small and quiet home. You turn your bike off, taking off your helmet with a satisfied sigh. “Y/n!!!” Chichi cheered, waving her hand as she ran from her home towards you. You look at her and smile, jumping off the bike and picking her up in your arms as you spin her around, causing her to laugh at your actions. "Haha! Y/n, it's so good to see you! It's been a while!" She laughed as you carefully put her down. "About three months since I've been here." You admitted while grabbing your things, following her into the home you had become all too familiar with. "So, where is everyone?" You ask, placing your things down while Chichi takes your jacket.

"Gohan is at home with Videl and Pan, Dad is out getting some last-minute things, and Goku took Goten to Bulma's so we can surprise him!" She said, making her way into the kitchen. You hum, nodding your head in response as you join her. "I see. No wonder you needed to call me in." You joked, causing Chichi to elbow you in the gut lightly. "Oh, cut it out, Y/n! You know you're always welcome to come over without having to help with anything!" She scoffs before the two of you get to work in the kitchen, finishing up some of the food. You listen as Chichi complains about how Goten is just like his father and neither of her kids ever wanted to study. This was the usual whenever you were around her. You just smiled, listening to every word, engraving it into your mind.

You loved how passionate Chichi got over her boys and how she only wanted excellent and prosperous lives for them all. "You're a good mother and wife, Chichi." The words slip out of your mouth before your brain can process them. Chichi stopped her rant and looked at you with that gorgeous smile you loved so much plastered across her face. "Haha! You think? Sometimes, I wonder if those boys think differently." She confessed, leaning against the counter while looking out in thought. You watched her silently, wanting to reach out and wrap your arms around her. Tell her she's perfect, strong, beautiful, intelligent, hard-working, but you know better. You know that if you were to do that, you would never be able to get over your love for her, so you remain strong, knowing that it's best for all of you. With a sigh, Chichi jumps up, smacking her cheeks with her hands, causing you to jump, looking at her surprised.

She shakes her head before smiling once again. "Enough of that! Come on, it's almost time!" She laughed, pulling you towards the living room, where the two of you set everything up. "Chichi! I'm back!" You heard her father call. "Hello Ox-King! It's been a while!" You greet the older man in the doorway, watching as a giant smile crosses his face. "Why if it isn't Y/n! It's been a while; come here, sweetheart!" He laughed, pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed lightly, hitting his chest. "Come now! You'll break my ribs if you hug me that tight!" You joked with both of you laughing. Chichi poked her head around the corner curiously before smiling.

"Oh good, you're back! Hurry, everyone will be here soon!" She rushed, pushing both of you further into the house. You roll your eyes at her. "Now look who's impatient." This, of course, earned you a smack to the head.

You watched as everyone started to show up for the party, each greeting you, wanting to catch up after not seeing you in months. You smile and greet everyone before your eyes land on Gohan arriving with his family. "Is that my little Pan?!?!" You cry out, causing the little girl to smile, holding her arms out as she squeals for you. “Y/n!” You scoop her up, nuzzling your nose into her cheek, causing her to laugh. Gohan looks at you and smiles. "It's so good to see you again, Y/n-san. Have you been well?" he asks, touching your shoulder. "I've been good, thank you. Work has been a little busy, though, so I haven't been able to see everyone lately." You confessed, body slumping in defeat. Gohan laughs, tossing his head back as he pats your shoulder. "I see! I see! That's such a relief!" He laughed, causing you to look at him curiously.

Gohan motioned for you to lean closer, which you did as he went and whispered into your ear. "Mom was worried that she did something to upset you, and that's why you hadn't been stopping by." Your eyes went wide at this as you looked at him in shock. "Mom cares about you, Y/n-san." He genuinely smiles as he ruffles your hair as if forgetting you are way older than him. "We all do!" With that, you smiled, nodding before walking back with him. Pan was rambling about something she did at school while you listened to her humming each time she said something that would require a response.

Soon, Goku and Goten arrived, causing Chichi to shush everyone quickly as she prepared to surprise her youngest son. The doors opened, and everyone yelled surprise at the young boy who stood there in utter shock. Goku laughed, asking if his son was shocked. You watched as Goten smiled, thanking everyone as the party started. You walked around talking to many people, enjoying catching up with those you had considered close friends. "Hey, Y/n!" You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to stop your conversation with Bulma. You looked to see Goku standing there with a piece of meat in his hand as he flashed his signature smile, giving you a small wave. "It's been a while! How's it been?!" He asked enthusiastically. You turned to Bulma, excusing yourself, to which she just smiled, nodding her head before walking away. "Hello, Goku! I see you're stuffing your face as usual!" You laugh, going and hitting him in the stomach. He laughs, scratching the back of his head shyly.

"I haven't seen you since I returned to earth. Has everything been okay? Do you have a boyfriend yet?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. This earned a glare as you held your first up vein popping on the side of your head. "Watch it or I'll beat you." You growled, causing the Saiyan to laugh as he apologized while smacking you on the shoulder. "I'm kidding! Kidding! It's just really good to see you! You should stop by more!" He laughed before taking a bite out of the meat in his hand. "And you need to stop dying on everyone!" You scolded, stepping on his foot and causing him to whine. This was the usual relationship between you and Goku. He would tease you with stupid words or pranks, and you would scold him while beating him up.

Goku scratches the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Oh, come on, Y/n, it's not like I do it on purpose." You felt your eye twitch as you crossed your arms, letting out a deep, frustrated sigh. "I understand that Goku, I do." You trailed off momentarily before looking up at him, eyes locking. "But you don't always have to be the world's hero. You can also be a hero for your family, ya know?" You sighed, defeated. Goku just smiled, his eyes filling with care and appreciation as he ruffled your hair like Gohan had done earlier. "You know me, Y/n, I can't help it." Before bending down to your height, he confessed, causing you to get irritated, but you knew it was so that he could whisper something to you.

"Thank you for caring for my family when I fail to Y/n. You've always been there for us, and I do appreciate it. So, whenever you need something, don't feel like you have to do it alone, okay? Just call one of us, and we'll be there!" He laughed. You just looked at him in awe, not expecting such words from Goku. From the moment you met the man, he was a complete idiot, and you told Chichi that when she first introduced the two of you. You shake that off and give a small smile. "Thank you, Goku." He smiled before running over to Vegeta, sitting away from everyone, looking annoyed.

As the party progressed, you sat away from everyone, tired of the day's activities. 'I should probably head back soon…Chichi seems busy, and I haven't been getting proper rest.' You thought while scanning over everyone. Eventually, your eyes land on Chichi, standing with her family, watching Goten go through his gifts with pure joy. You just stared at her, your chest and mind swirling with emotions before pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut. 'Dammit…maybe I should try dating.' You mentally cursed a frown on your face.

This didn't go unnoticed as Chichi glanced over the crowd, her eyes landing on your tired form, taking in the frown on your face. She frowns at this, quietly excusing herself as she makes her way over to you.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?" Her sudden voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked at her internally, wincing as you took in her worried look. You pushed away all your thoughts and feelings as you looked at her, a soft smile replacing the frown on your face. "Hey! Everything's fine; I'm just a bit tired, is all." You hated not telling Chichi the truth, but you knew it was for the best. Chichi frowned at this as she leaned closer, her face inches from yours, causing a blush to appear as you avoided eye contact with her. "W-what is it? Do I have something on my face?" You asked nervously. Chichi doesn't say anything for a minute before she goes and flicks you in the middle of the forehead.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" You cried, rubbing the now irritated skin. "You need to take better care of yourself, Y/n! I swear, ever since we were kids, you never had a proper schedule or even a routine!" She scolded, pointing a finger at you. Surprised, you just looked at her as she went on a scolding spree, crossing her arms. "Honestly, how much longer am I going to have to take care of you?" She sighed, shaking her head. You soon smile as you go and wrap your arms around her shoulders, laughing as you poke one of her puffed-out cheeks. "Oh come on Chichi! I'm perfectly fine! Look, see?! My skin is as clear as day and my health couldn't improve!" You teased a sly smile on your face.

Chichi shot you an annoyed glance as she went and pinched your hand, causing you to whine as you tried to free yourself. "Hey! What was that for?!" You yelled lightly, pulling on her hair. "Ouch! Y/n, why you!" Before anyone could process what was happening a few feet away, you and Chichi were on the ground fighting with each other.

"Mom?! Y/n-san?!" Gohan yelled, surprised, not understanding what happened to cause this. Everyone watched in surprise while Goku laughed, walking towards the two women. "It's just like old times!" He cheered while separating the two of you, holding you both by the backs of your shirts. "She started it!" You both yelled, pointing at the other. Goku just laughed, rolling his eyes at the two. "Come on, girls! You two are too old to be fighting like that anymore." He laughed, causing everyone to go silent as a cold breeze passed, sending shivers throughout everyone's body.

You and Chichi looked at each other, faces blank as you nodded in agreement, causing the warrior to look between the two confused. "Eh? Did I say something wrong?" He questioned. You and Chichi just smiled before tackling Goku to the ground, earning a cry from him while everyone else laughed as they watched the two women tickle the Saiyan, who flailed around on the ground, begging for them to stop. You both just laughed, holding your stomachs in pain, tears in your eyes. You look over at Chichi, watching her beautiful smile fill your heart with pure bliss. You smile, a slight blush on your cheeks as you take her hand, causing her to look at you with a toothy grin as you help each other up.

'Chichi…even though we can't be anything more than friends in this lifetime.' You think as she pulls you towards everyone, her hand gripping your own with her delicate skin. She looks back at you, that excited glint of life in her eyes. "Come on Y/n I made sure to save you some cake!" She laughed as you smiled, running past her hand still in hers. "In that case let's hurry up!" You laughed, wanting to beat the Saiyan men to the last piece of cake that Chichi spent hours making.

'I'll always be with you…loving every second we spend together.'

[geekedoutbunny]

Little Mouse - Turles x Fem!Reader

Paring: Turles x Fem!Reader

Anime: DragonBall Z

Rated M

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of possible emotional trauma, genocide, Fluff, Slight Angst

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You sat in a closet, your breathing silent yet heavy as you silently panted, you were in a slight mess. Light dust layered your clothes, your clothes slightly roughed on you, your blood rushed in your ears, your eyes wide and blown in excitement and fear as you stared at the closed door before you. Your eyes trained on the bottom of the door, the light shining from under being undisturbed as not one shadow has passed by yet. You sat in the middle of the cramped room, your legs bent to fit you accordingly in the small face. You've been on this... ship, for days now. Sitting in a bedroom fit for a king. You weren't allowed to leave the room for nothing. They'd bring you food, and water, there was no need to leave. There were plenty of clothes for you to change into, products and tools for your face, makeup for you to play with, and hygienic products for you to clean yourself and to help with your feminine needs.

There was even a TV, books, paper and pen... There was even a sexy man who came by every night and sometimes in the evening. You were in no need to leave the room, not when everything was already there. You've been on this ship for days, you weren't just sure how long though. There was no clock, no form of time anywhere, and it seemed that it was night all the time out the window. The only reason why you knew it was a ship was because you remembered seeing it on the news... back on your planet... before they came and destroyed it... with a giant fucking tree... It was so crazy, it was like you were trapped in a sci-fi film or something, it was ridiculous, but nonetheless very real. They came and they conquered, within just a few hours, your planet was destroyed, everyone was dead and it was just you left.

He landed before you, like some kind of angle, a fallen one at that. His grey-blue and black armor, his white cape, his scattered hairstyle, his tan skin, his rugged good looks, his muscles... He was a giant, at least 6'0" even. He was massive in weight, height, width, muscles... nothing on him was small. He screamed evil, elegance, control, power... he was like a king or something. He teased you, called you a 'dirty rat', and to be honest, you were filthy. Your hair was a mess, dirt laces in your hair, your skin was dirty, your clothes tattered your shoes missing. You looked like nobody loved you... But they did, and in that moment you began to realize, just how much you took your family for granted. They weren't the easiest to live with, they were hard to talk to, selfish, always took but never gave, and constantly crushed your trust... but for the first time, you lost your irritating family, and you began to realize that they were the only ones who you really had in this world.

But now they're gone... you watched as their bodies practically decayed like a corpse before you in just hours. Why you were unaffected... you never knew, and you still don't. But he liked you, he seen something in you that nobody had ever seen before... He smiled at you with that crooked smirk, he seemed curious of you in a way, his eyes gleamed curiously. A man has never looked at you like that, it was different, it was new... It was exciting even. It was strange yet you liked it... He called himself 'Turles, the leader of the Crusher Core', a space pirate... It would've been laughable but given the situation... You believed him... That's probably why you took his hand when he offered it to you, wanting you to join his crew... To be his 'queen.' And honestly, with nothing left to lose, you took his hand, there was nothing on this planet left for you, it was a wasteland, and the only thing left was his ship and that giant fucking tree... You watched as your planet grew smaller and smaller, held tightly to his chest as you looked over your shoulder out the window.

A shadow passed by and you snapped back to reality, you looked down and sucked in a shuttering breath as you scooted back more in the small room. You were scared yet excited. Scared because you left the room and he clearly told you not to leave, no matter what... and that if you did he'd punish you... However, you were also excited, because of what he may do. It was riveting in a way. You listened to his heavy footsteps against the metal floor, the ground vibrating beneath you as he walked passed your door slowly. "Now, now, now... Little Mouse, why don't you come out, we've played long enough, and I'll need you to come out now... It's nearly lunch time and I've made plans to take you out to eat." He spoke, his accent sounding out as he walked by.

By the sound of his accent, you'd swear that he was of some sort of decedent or was from the eastern side of the galaxy, it was like a form of 'Proper English' or something. It was sexy honestly. You perked up at his words. 'Take me out? He has plans to eat out, and he's thinking of taking you with him?' You thought, your heart skipping a beat. It made you happy to know that he wanted to be seen with you in public... For a while now... You were sure that he was either just keeping you as an easy lay or he was simply just embarrassed to be seen with you... And it honestly was beginning to make you feel less about yourself, but now... "I've made dinner reservations for us to eat, it's a beautiful restaurant and I think you'll enjoy it just as much as I do." He spoke once more. You listened to him walk around the area, you could hear him moving things around, looking in every nook and cranny for you.

You sat up straighter, your clothes making the lightest shuffling sounds, but it was enough to make him stop moving. You held your breath, you honestly forgot how sensitive his hearing was. "Ah... So the idea of eating out has gotten you excited, has it now, little mouse?" He asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice. You wanted to chuckle at that and you almost did, but you wanted to come out on your own... You've honestly gotten used to looking a certain type of way in front of him now. You were usually so clean, smelled good, your hair always combed, clothes elegant. It's been days... but the longer you sit here, you're beginning to realize, that it's probably been longer than a few days, months even... It should've scared you... but you couldn't care, this has honestly been your best life, living like a queen, being treated like a queen... It was addicting and you didn't want to lose that status.

"Little Mouse... Come on out now, we must make it to our reservations on time, and I do wish for you to look your most gorgeous... I want every man's neck to practically break at the sight of you... The jealousy in their eyes when they see that you're on my arm and not theirs." He said, the cockiness in his voice was evident and it made your eyes gloss over as your own imagination ran wild. 'To be marveled at... Like a queen.' You thought, with the new revelation, the new idea, you stood up, dusted your clothes off and you made yourself look presentable. You opened the door, and there he stood. Tall, handsome, strong, mysterious... He looked proud and just as cocky as usual, and you honestly loved it. "There you are love, I was hoping that you'd come to me and not the other way around, because I can promise you... That if I discovered it, I wouldn't be so nice." He said. His smile did not reach his black eyes, he had never actually hurt you before, but you didn't want to test it.

You walked towards him, a proud smile on your face as you laced your arms around his. "I'm more than aware, but the promise of eating out was enough to make me come to you, especially since I now know you aren't embarrassed by me." You spoke. He scoffed as he walked, you kept pace with him. "No why would I feel such a thing? I wouldn't have made you my queen if I had felt such a way." He said confidently as he walked down the hall. You nodded your head. "That's true." You said agreeing with what he said as you both walked down the hall, curving with the walls as you both vanished down the winding hall. In the closet, you were in before, sat a box deep in the corner under a pile of junks. In the box laid an old nearly decayed plastic frame, the glass cracked. In the frame was an old picture of a family. A woman, a man, a young woman a young man, and two small boys. The younger woman was you, your smile big as you stood with your family.

On the other side of the box, the numbers written out read 4-16-2022. On a calendar in your and Turles's bedroom, the date read 8-18-2032.

[kultofkorii]

— Otherworldly Differences

mark grayson x saiyan! reader

• fic type: oneshot & fluff

• summary: crash landing on such a feeble planet wasn't on your to-do list. although this being whose nearly as strong a you confronts you, so you decide to humor him.

• word count: 5.8k

• warnings: mild canon typical violence, threat of violence, blood

• a/n: As you can see I got really carried away. 🧍‍♀���I like DBZ and I like Invincible, so why not combine the two!! Also I've just started watching invincible so sorry if he's ooc.

A shrill, wailing sound yanks you from unconsciousness, vibrating through your skull like an alarm gone haywire. You groan, forcing your heavy eyelids open, and are immediately greeted by the acrid stench of burning metal and scorched earth.

Smoke billows around you, thick and suffocating, curling from the shattered remains of your ship—a twisted hunk of alien steel embedded deep in the cracked pavement.

Your head pounds in protest, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing behind your temples. You press a hand to your forehead, then glance down at yourself.

Dust clings to your skin, mingling with smudges of soot and dried blood. Your armor, now riddled with scorch marks and gashes, groans as you shift.

Damn. That landing must’ve been rough.

Muffled shouts rise above the ringing in your ears. Blinking away the haze, you finally take in your surroundings.

Small, weak-looking creatures encircle the crash site, clad in identical dark uniforms. They hold strange little metal sticks, aiming them at you like they actually expect them to do something.

“Put your hands where we can see them!”

“Step away from the wreckage!”

“You’re under arrest!”

You arch a brow, a slow smirk tugging at your lips. They think they can arrest me? That’s adorable.

With a groan, you push yourself upright, rolling your shoulders. A shower of debris crumbles from your armor, scattering across the crater floor. Your hair, wild and voluminous as ever, whips around your face as you stretch.

"Where in the name of Vegeta am I?" you mutter, voice thick with irritation.

The humans stiffen. Their fingers tighten around their weapons, eyes flickering between you and the destruction left in your wake.

The boldest of the bunch—a man with gritted teeth and an unfortunate mustache—steps forward, barrel trained directly at your chest.

“I said put your hands up!” he barks.

You tilt your head, gaze flicking over him with mild amusement. “Do you know who you’re speaking to?”

Apparently, he doesn’t. None of them do. Because instead of answering, they just keep shouting, their voices a frantic mess of demands and threats.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exhausting. If they refuse to answer your questions, perhaps a demonstration is in order.

Your eyes scan the wreckage, landing on the nearest object of interest—a large, boxy vehicle with shattered windows and blaring alarms.

Without hesitation, you grab it by the undercarriage, lift it effortlessly over your head, and hurl it toward a nearby building.

Glass explodes outward as the car crashes through the structure, embedding itself halfway into the second floor. The ground trembles from the impact, sending fresh cracks spiderwebbing across the pavement.

That gets their attention.

“Holy Shit!”

“She’s a freaking alien!”

“No shit,” you scoff, crossing your arms. “Now, which one of you is in charge?”

Before anyone can respond, a gust of wind nearly knocks you back. A shadow streaks across the sky, descending at high speed.

You turn just in time to see a figure land in front of you, kicking up dust upon impact.

An array of yellow, blue and back filled your vision, toned muscles flexing between the tight material of a suit.

You recognize the stance immediately. A fighter. Interesting.

“You must be the problem everyone’s freaking out about,” he says, arms crossed. His tone isn’t immediately hostile—more wary than anything.

You grin, rolling your shoulders. “Depends. You here to challenge me?”

The guy blinks, visibly thrown off. “Uh, not exactly.”

You frown. “Shame. I was hoping someone here would be worth my time.”

Despite yourself, you’re intrigued. He’s strong—you can sense it. Not nearly Saiyan strong, of course, but there’s something different about him. Something… familiar.

He studies you just as intently, gaze flicking between your tattered armor, your battle-worn knuckles, and—most notably—the towering mass of thick hair atop your head.

His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but he hesitates.

“I’m Invincible,” he offers instead.

You snort. “Bit cocky, don’t you think?”

He sighs. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

A beat of silence. Neither of you moves.

Then, cautiously, he gestures toward the chaos surrounding you. “Look, I don’t want to fight you.”

“That makes one of us,” you say, cracking your knuckles.

Mark exhales through his nose, clearly trying to be patient. “Seriously, can we just… talk?” He gestures at the wreckage, the police, the frightened civilians peeking from behind cover.

“You’re obviously not from around here, and you seem kinda… lost?”

You bristle at the implication. You are not lost. Saiyans do not get lost.

But.

Well.

You don’t exactly know where you are, and it’s slightly concerning that your ship is currently a pile of molten scrap metal.

“…Fine.” You roll your eyes, shoving your hands into the tattered remains of your belt. “But if this is a trap, I’m breaking every bone in your body.”

Mark exhales in relief, though the corner of his mouth quirks upward. “Noted,” he mutters. Then, more amused than he probably should be: “You always this dramatic?”

You smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His lips twitch, as if suppressing a laugh. Instead, he just shakes his head and gestures for you to follow.

You crack your neck, glance at the still-stunned humans, and grin.

Let’s see where this goes.

••••

You hate this place.

It smells like sterilization and fear, the kind of artificially clean air that makes your skin itch.

The walls are a cold, metallic gray, pulsing with dim overhead lights. The whole facility hums with electricity, the kind that suggests they have restraints for things stronger than humans.

And the way they’re looking at you? Like you’re a specimen in a cage? You really, really don’t like that.

You sit in a metal chair bolted to the floor, arms crossed, one leg bouncing slightly as you stare at the wrinkled man in front of you.

His name is Cecil. You’ve already decided you don’t like him.

For the past ten minutes, he’s been droning on, asking questions about your species, your ship, your intentions—like you owe him answers.

You’ve made a game of not responding, watching his patience wear thin.

“You’re really not gonna talk?” he asks, finally, voice dry as dust.

You smirk. “Why would I answer to someone who can’t even fly?”

Cecil’s face twitches. Across the room, Mark—Invincible, as he insists on being called—snorts.

He tries to smother his laugh, pressing his lips together, but you see the amusement flickering in his eyes.

Cecil doesn’t react beyond a slow exhale through his nose. He’s good at this, you’ll give him that. A lesser man would’ve cracked by now.

“I’ll be honest,” he continues. “You’re not our first alien visitor, and you probably won’t be our last. But if you’re planning to cause problems—”

You lean forward, resting your elbows on the table, flashing him a slow, sharp grin. “I am the problem,” you say, voice dripping with amusement.

“And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

The silence that follows is delicious.

Mark shifts slightly. You don’t need to look at him to feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his body tenses like he’s preparing for you to lash out again.

You’re not going to—yet—but the fact that he thinks you might is amusing.

Cecil just sighs and rubs his temple. “Get her out of my sight.”

You stand, stretching with a dramatic groan.

“Finally. This room smells like weakness.”

One of the armed guards by the door stiffens at that, knuckles whitening on his weapon. You give him a slow, pointed grin before turning away.

Mark steps beside you, shaking his head. “You’re so charming,” he mutters, voice laced with dry amusement.

You flash him a smirk. “I try.”

He gestures toward the exit. “Come on, oh mighty warrior. Let’s get you some fresh air before you pick a fight with the janitor.”

••••

Mark insists you need to learn about Earth.

Assimilate, he says. Blend in.

You think it’s ridiculous. Why should you have to adapt to them? You are superior in every way—stronger, faster, smarter. If anything, they should be learning from you.

But… well. You suppose humoring Mark is preferable to rotting away in that dreadful government facility.

So when he insists on introducing you to “the best thing Earth has to offer,” you allow yourself to be dragged along, arms crossed and skepticism at full capacity.

Which is how you find yourself sitting in a place called Mama Luigi’s Pizza.

The walls are plastered with photographs of grinning humans holding enormous, greasy slices of something that looks like food but definitely doesn’t smell like anything worth eating.

The air is thick with the scent of melted cheese and sizzling dough, mingling with the faint tang of tomato sauce.

Mark places a box in front of you with a dramatic flourish. “Alright, first lesson in being an Earthling, food.”

You narrow your eyes at the offering. The circular dish is sliced into uneven triangles, topped with bubbling golden cheese and a thin layer of something red.

You poke it with a finger. It squishes slightly. “What is this?”

Mark sighs like he was expecting this reaction. “It’s pizza. Just try it.”

You glance at him, then back at the pizza. It doesn’t smell awful, but it looks so… soft.

Your diet consists of meat cooked over an open flame, raw energy rations, and the occasional alien delicacy that most species wouldn’t dare touch.

This? This just looks like melted goo on soggy bread.

“Do humans consume nothing of nutritional value?” you ask, lifting one of the slices and examining it like it might try to escape. “How does this pathetic excuse for sustenance fuel you?”

Mark groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not always about nutrition. Sometimes it's about taste.”

You snort. “Taste is secondary to power.”

“Okay, Y/n,” Mark deadpans. “Just take a bite.”

You sniff it warily, then, with great reluctance, sink your teeth into the gooey mess.

The moment the flavors hit your tongue, your brain short-circuits.

Salty, savory cheese. Rich, tangy sauce. The warm, crispy-yet-doughy crust. Your taste buds—so accustomed to the harsh, metallic tang of survival rations—practically explode.

You don’t mean to make a noise, but something between a hum and a low growl of approval rumbles in your throat.

Your grip on the slice tightens, fingers flexing instinctively.

Mark watches with interest as your pupils dilate. “...Well?” he prompts, smirking.

You don’t answer. You can’t. Instead, you devour the rest of the slice in two bites, grab another, and tear into it like a starving beast.

Mark blinks. “Oh. Oh wow.”

The next few minutes are a blur. The pizza—this godly, divine creation—is disappearing at an alarming rate.

You don’t pace yourself.

You don’t breathe.

You just consume.

Mark leans back in his chair, watching in a mixture of horror and awe. “Uh, you do know you’re supposed to chew, right?”

You ignore him, grabbing another slice, cheese stretching between your fingers.

Mark’s brows shoot up. “Are you—oh my god, are you actually growling?”

You pause mid-bite, realizing that yes, you are growling—a low, territorial rumble vibrating from your chest. Your muscles are coiled, posture slightly hunched as if guarding your prize.

You force yourself to relax, clearing your throat. “Instinct,” you say, voice muffled around your mouthful. “Saiyan biology.”

Mark stares at you.

Then at the emptying box.

Then back at you.

“That’s terrifying.”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, completely unbothered. “It is efficient.”

Mark gestures to the now nearly empty pizza box. “That was supposed to be for both of us.”

You glance at the single, lonely slice remaining in the box, then at Mark. Then back at the slice.

You grab it.

“HEY!”

You take an exaggerated bite, chewing slowly, making direct eye contact with him as you do.

Mark groans, slumping back in his seat. “I cannot believe I just witnessed a Saiyan discovering pizza.”

You swallow and grin. “Alright.” You gesture to the crumbs and grease-stained box. “This planet might have some value after all.”

••••

Mark insists you need to learn human customs if you're going to stay on Earth.

You think human customs are stupid.

“Just try to blend in,” Mark says as he leads you down a crowded city street, his voice already laced with exhaustion. “No throwing cars, no threatening people, and for the love of God, no fighting the barista.”

You scoff, ruffling your hair in annoyance. “If this barista dares disrespect me, they’ll have earned the beating.”

Mark sighs. “I’m begging you to be normal for five minutes.”

You don’t dignify that with a response.

The place Mark drags you to is small and cramped, filled with the scent of something bitter and the low hum of human chatter. Coffee shop, he calls it. You call it a waste of time.

The line moves painfully slow. You tap your foot impatiently, arms crossed, eyes scanning the ridiculous menu full of nonsense words like macchiato and venti.

“These names are stupid.”

Mark pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t have to understand them. Just order something.”

Finally, you reach the front. A young man stands behind the counter, looking more exhausted than Mark. His uniform is wrinkled, his expression blank.

He sighs. “What can I get you?”

You lift your chin. “Your strongest drink.”

The barista barely reacts. “Do you want that hot or iced?”

You narrow your eyes. “Is there a difference?”

Mark nudges your side. “Just say hot.”

You roll your eyes. “Hot, then.”

The barista punches something into his register. “Name for the order?”

You blink. “Why do you need my name?”

“It’s so we can call it when your drink is ready.”

You frown. “You mean I have to wait?”

The barista, clearly dead inside, just blinks at you. “Yes?”

You lean forward slightly. “Do you know who I am?”

Mark audibly groans.

The barista, now vaguely alarmed, glances at Mark for guidance. Mark shoots him an apologetic look before turning to you, voice dangerously close to pleading. “Just give him your name and be cool.”

You stare at the barista. The barista stares back. Then, slowly, you smirk. “Fine. My name is Y/N the Warmonger.”

Mark visibly deflates.

The barista, now beyond caring, just types something into the register. “That’ll be $4.75.”

You blink. “That will be what?”

“Four dollars and seventy-five cents.”

Mark pulls out a small green rectangle and hands it over before you can start breaking things. “I got it.”

You watch as the barista takes the rectangle, swipes it through a strange machine, and hands it back.

You lean over, voice low. “Did he just steal from you?”

Mark drags a hand down his face. “That’s how money works.”

“Money is a scam.”

Mark gestures for you to step aside as the next customer moves forward. “Welcome to capitalism.”

You huff, tapping your fingers against the counter as you wait. “How long does this process take?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

Mark shrugs. “How busy they are.”

You look around. There are only three other people waiting. “This is pathetic.”

“Do you have to say everything you think out loud?”

“Yes, I do.”

Mark stares at you for a long moment, then sighs. “Just… stand here and don’t start a fight.”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “I won’t start a fight.”

Mark looks at you like he doesn’t believe you at all.

Minutes pass. The baristas move at a snail’s pace, making drinks with far more effort than seems necessary.

Your patience—what little exists—wears thin.

Finally, someone calls, “Y/N the Warmonger?”

You smirk, stepping forward. “Ah, finally.”

The barista places a small cup on the counter.

You eye it. “That’s it?”

Mark claps a hand over his face. “Please don’t—”

You grab the cup and inspect it. It’s small—far smaller than you expected. And it’s hot, heat seeping through the flimsy material. You narrow your eyes at the tiny opening in the lid. “This is ridiculous.”

Mark nudges your arm. “Just take a sip.”

You do.

And immediately gag.

Mark snorts. “Not a fan?”

You shove the cup back at him, wiping your tongue on your sleeve. “It tastes like burnt dirt.”

“That’s coffee.”

“Why do humans drink this?”

Mark shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink. “Some of us like suffering.”

You glare at the cup. “This explains so much.”

Mark is laughing now, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe coffee isn’t your thing.”

You sneer at the cup as if it personally offended you. “I will destroy this establishment.”

Mark grabs your arm. “We are leaving.”

••••

Mark should’ve known better than to mention Halloween in passing.

The moment the words leave his mouth, you stop walking, whip around, and grab his shoulders so fast he barely has time to react.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Your grip tightens, eyes burning with intensity. "So you’re telling me there’s a day—a whole day—where I can wear anything I want, and people just… give me things?"

Mark blinks, looking mildly concerned for his well-being. "Uh… yeah? That’s… basically Halloween."

Your expression is deadly serious. "This is the best planet in the universe."

Mark sighs, prying your fingers off his shoulders. "You really don’t need to be this dramatic."

You scoff, crossing your arms. "I absolutely do. This is groundbreaking information, Mark. Do you understand how insane this sounds? Where I’m from, if you want something, you take it—or you beat someone into the ground until they hand it over."

"Yeah, we call that robbery," Mark mutters.

You ignore him. "But this? This is a sanctioned event?"

He shrugs. "Pretty much. Kids dress up, go door to door, and get candy."

Your head tilts. "Candy?"

Mark pauses, realizing something horrifying. "Wait. You’ve never had candy before?"

You raise a brow. "Should I have?"

Mark grabs you hand, a new found conviction stirring his heart. "Okay, new plan. We are absolutely fixing this."

The next thing you know, you’re standing in the middle of a store filled with costumes.

Mark drags you through the aisles, dodging plastic skeletons, fake cobwebs, and a disturbing number of severed limbs. You pick up a dismembered hand, inspecting it with mild curiosity.

"Humans celebrate death?" you ask, turning it over in your palm.

Mark huffs a laugh. "Kinda. Halloween’s all about spooky stuff. Ghosts, monsters, horror movies—"

"Horror movies?" you echo, dropping the fake hand.

"Yeah, it's filled with things that's supposed to be scary—like, creepy stories, jump scares, murder-y villains—"

Your eyes light up. "You have a murder holiday?"

Mark sighs, rubbing his temple. "That’s not—never mind. Just pick out a costume."

You survey the wall of options, eyes scanning the bizarre selection.

"What’s a ‘sexy nurse’?"

Mark chokes, face growing warmer. "Not that one!"

You grin, baring sharp canines. "Ohhh, so it's not just a murder holiday."

Mark groans, dragging you toward another aisle. "We’re not doing this."

After an obnoxiously long debate (and Mark vetoing several of your more violent ideas), you finally settle on something appropriately intimidating.

A black cape, sleek armor, and a terrifying mask with glowing red eyes.

Mark squints at the tag. "Darth Vader?"

You tilt your head. "This man—he was a warrior, yes?"

"Uh… kinda?" Mark hesitates. "More like an evil space dictator."

You grin. "So, a king."

Mark sighs. "I feel like I should stop you, but… honestly? You’re weirdly perfect for this."

You flick the cape over your shoulder, nodding in approval. "Yes. Lord Vader is ready to conquer this...Halloween."

Mark pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please don’t start referring to yourself in the third person."

You smirk, already deep in character. "Lord Vader does as he pleases."

Mark groans.

Hours later, you’re stalking the streets with a plastic skull bucket (Mark refused to let you carry an actual skull), and your energy is through the roof.

"Look at them, Mark!" You gesture wildly at the groups of costumed children. "They fear me!"

"They don’t," Mark corrects. "They think you’re cosplaying."

You scoff. "They should fear me."

"That's called fear mongering."

You ignore him, marching up to a door and pounding on it like you’re issuing a challenge.

A kindly old woman answers, beaming. "Oh, what a lovely costume! And who are you supposed to be, dear?"

You puff out your chest. "I am Lord Vader! Kneel before me, mortal!"

Mark, standing behind you, mutters, "I can't do this."

The woman chuckles, unbothered, and drops a handful of candy into your bucket. "Well, Lord Vader, enjoy your treats!"

You stare down at the loot. Then at Mark. Then back at the candy.

Your voice drops to a whisper. "It worked."

Mark claps a hand on your shoulder, smiling lightly at the child like wonder in your expression. "Welcome to Halloween."

••••

Mark fascinates you.

You don’t know when it happened, or how, but somewhere between the endless sparring matches, the insufferable Earth lessons, and the way he constantly calls you out on your arrogance, you started… caring.

It’s infuriating.

He’s not a Saiyan. He’s soft. Idealistic.

Sentimental in a way that would get him killed on any real battlefield. Yet, he doesn’t break. No matter how many times he's knocked down, he always gets back up.

He’s stubborn. Stupidly determined. And worse—so much worse—he’s kind.

And every time he smiles at you, your stomach does this weird thing that you refuse to acknowledge.

You blame it on Earth’s atmosphere.

You’re sitting on the edge of a rooftop, the city sprawled out beneath you, golden from the streetlights. It’s late—too late—but neither of you seems particularly eager to leave.

Mark leans back on his hands, staring up at the stars. “Y’know, I used to think I was strong.”

You snort, swinging your legs over the ledge. “Used to?”

He gives you a sideways glance. “Yeah, and then I met you.”

You smirk. “Ah. A humbling experience, I’m sure.”

Mark groans. “I hate that you’re so smug about it.”

“But I earned the right to be smug,” you counter, grinning. “Besides, I’m doing you a favor. You should thank me for showing you how weak you are.”

Mark scoffs. “Oh yeah, thanks so much, Your Highness. I love getting my ass kicked on a regular basis.”

You shrug. “You should. It builds character.”

Mark huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “You love messing with me, don’t you?”

You tilt your head. “Of course.”

“Why?”

You blink. The question catches you off guard.

Mark watches you expectantly, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you—less irritated, more curious.

You feel a strange warmth creeping up your neck.

You click your tongue. “Because you react.”

His brows furrow. “What?”

You wave a hand at him. “Most beings—weaklings—would just fear me, but you? You get angry. You argue. You fight back.” You smirk. “It’s entertaining.”

Mark shakes his head, exasperated but smiling. “You are so weird.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He leans back again, gaze shifting to the sky. “It’s not.”

Something in your chest tightens.

You don’t like the feeling.

The next time you spar, it’s different.

You’ve fought Mark dozens of times now, and it’s usually predictable. You win. He loses. He gets slightly better each time, but the outcome never really changes.

Except… today, he lasts longer.

His movements are sharper, more controlled. His dodges are precise. His counters actually make you work.

You grin, blood pumping, excitement thrumming under your skin.

“Finally,” you breathe, dodging a punch by a hair. “I was starting to think you’d never improve.”

Mark exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, well, I’ve had a very aggressive training partner.”

You smirk, throwing a kick that he barely manages to block. “And look at you now! Almost respectable.”

“Almost?”

You grin. “Let’s see if you can prove me wrong.”

He lunges again, and for the first time, you let yourself enjoy it—not just the fight, but him. The way he moves. The way he refuses to back down. The way he looks at you, like he’s actually enjoying himself too.

And then he smiles.

Not a smirk, not a cocky grin, but a real smile. Bright. Genuine.

And something in your stomach flips.

You stumble.

Not much—barely a misstep—but enough. Mark seizes the opportunity, slamming into you with enough force to send you skidding backward.

You catch yourself before you hit the ground, flipping midair and landing in a crouch. Your heart is pounding—not from the fight, but from the fact that you hesitated.

You never hesitate.

Mark grins, slightly out of breath. “Hey, did I actually get you just now?”

Your fingers twitch. You force your expression back to neutral. “No.”

Mark raises a brow. “Are you sure?”

You glare. “Absolutely.”

He smirks. “You totally hesitated.”

You stand up, rolling your shoulders. “You wish.”

Mark chuckles. “Oh, I know I did.”

You hate that he’s right.

You hate that you let him be right.

And most of all…

You hate that your stomach does that thing again.

••••

You don’t care about Earth.

That’s what you’ve told yourself, over and over again, ever since you crash-landed on this ridiculous planet full of weaklings. You don’t care about its people, its customs, or its foolish attachment to peace.

But then someone hurts Mark.

And suddenly, none of that matters.

It happens fast.

One moment, you’re watching him trade blows with some costumed idiot—some third-rate, no-name waste of oxygen who dares to think they can beat him.

And then—

Mark hesitates. Just for a second.

And in that second, the bastard slams a fist straight into his ribs with enough force to send him crashing through a building.

Your vision goes red.

Your usual smugness—your sharp, teasing quips—vanish. There's no room for anything but pure, feral rage.

You don’t think.

You react.

The air around you crackles as you launch yourself forward, faster than the fool can process. One second, they’re standing there, smug over landing a hit on Mark—

The next, you have them by the throat.

Their eyes widen, hands clawing at yours, feet kicking uselessly in the air. You squeeze, just enough to make them panic.

“You think you’re strong?” Your voice is low, almost a growl, vibrating with barely restrained fury. “You think you can just touch him?”

They make a choked noise, eyes bulging. You hate looking at them. This weak, insignificant thing that had the audacity to harm what’s yours.

Your grip tightens. The building behind you trembles from the sheer force of your energy surging outward. Hair flickering between its normal color and golden for a split second.

Mark coughs somewhere in the rubble. "Y/N—"

Your head snaps toward the sound. He’s trying to push himself up, one arm wrapped around his ribs, blood smeared across his cheek.

He’s looking at you now, eyes wide, expression torn between disbelief and something else—something softer.

You don’t like it.

You scowl, then turn back to your prey. You could end this fight right now. Just a little more pressure, and they’d be nothing but a crumpled mess of bone and flesh.

But Mark—damn him—is still watching.

And for some stupid reason, you care about what he sees.

With a growl, you throw the bastard across the street. Their body smashes through a lamppost before skidding to a limp halt. You don’t bother checking if they get up. If they know what’s good for them, they won’t.

The moment they’re gone, you stalk over to Mark, who is still gawking at you.

“Did you just—”

"Shut up," you snap, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet.

He stumbles slightly, and you automatically shift to steady him, one hand gripping his forearm.

He’s warm under your fingers, his breath still uneven from the fight. His eyes lock onto yours, searching.

Your jaw tightens. "If you die, I’ll be very pissed off."

Mark blinks, then—despite the blood on his lip, despite the bruises already blooming across his skin—he grins.

“You care about me,” he says, tone dripping with amusement.

Your eye twitches.

"You care about me," he repeats, sing-song, like he’s delighted about it.

You shove him, hard enough to make him stumble back. "I will end you."

Mark just laughs, wiping blood from his mouth. "Yeah, sure. Right after you finish avenging my honor."

You hate him. You hate that he’s right. You hate that you let yourself care.

And most of all—

You hate the way your stomach flips when he looks at you like that.

••••

It’s late—too late for anyone else to be awake—but you don’t sleep much. Not like humans do.

So you sit alone on the edge of his rooftop, arms resting on your knees, staring up at the sky. The stars above are bright tonight, scattered across the inky black like shattered glass.

They stretch endlessly, far beyond Earth, far beyond this tiny planet with its weak gravity and fragile people.

Somewhere out there, a long time ago, there was a place you should have called home.

But Planet Vegeta is gone.

You don’t remember it. You were too young when it was destroyed, sent away before the blast could reach you. By the time you were old enough to ask questions, there was nothing left to return to—just empty space where your people once stood.

You should be used to it by now.

But some nights—like this one—your chest feels hollow.

The soft thud of footsteps behind you barely registers. You already know who it is.

Mark drops down beside you, not saying anything at first, just watching the sky with you.

The silence stretches between you, comfortable in a way you wouldn’t have expected months ago.

Then, quietly, he asks, “You ever think about going back?”

You exhale slowly, gaze never leaving the stars. “Not really an option.”

Mark tilts his head. “Why not?”

Your fingers clench slightly. “Because there’s nothing to go back to.”

His expression shifts. "Oh."

You don’t like the pity in his voice. You shoot him a sharp glance. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t lose my planet—I never had it to begin with.”

Mark studies you, his expression unreadable. "Still. That’s… a lot."

You scoff. "I manage."

Silence.

Then, softly—“Then maybe Earth is your home now.”

Your head snaps toward him, expecting mockery, but there’s none. No teasing, no sarcasm—just sincerity. Just Mark.

He looks at you like it’s an obvious answer, like it doesn’t matter that you’re not human, that you don’t belong here.

For the first time, you don’t scoff.

“…Maybe.”

••••

Mark is fidgeting.

You’ve been watching him shift awkwardly in place for the past two minutes, and you can’t decide whether you’re more entertained or secondhand embarrassed.

His hands keep clenching at his sides, like he can’t decide if he wants to put them in his pockets, cross his arms, or just gesture wildly. He rubs the back of his neck so much that you’re convinced he might actually rub his skin raw. And the way he’s shifting his weight from foot to foot?

Pathetic. Yet...cute.

Your brow arches. “Are you gonna say something, or are you just gonna stand there looking constipated?”

Mark flinches like you just punched him in the gut. “I—I have something I need to tell you.”

You cross your arms, tilting your head, unimpressed. “Clearly.”

He takes a deep breath, like that might somehow help him, then lets it out in a rush of air that makes him seem even more stressed.

His shoulders are too tense, his expression too strained, and his heartbeat—oh, his heartbeat is practically hammering through his chest. Is he nervous?

He’s never like this during fights. Even when he’s getting thrown through buildings, he usually keeps his cool, and pushing through with sheer stubbornness. But right now?

Mark looks like he might actually pass out.

“So, uh…” He drags a hand down his face, sighing. “I think I—no, I know I—uh—”

Your smirk widens. You can’t help it. “Spit it out, Invincible.”

That seems to make it worse. He groans, eyes squeezing shut, head tilting back like he’s begging the universe for patience.

Then, he just blurts it out.

“I like you, okay? A lot. A lot more than normal, And I know you probably think I’m beneath you, but—”

You don’t think.

You act.

Before he can finish whatever self-deprecating nonsense he was about to say, you grab the front of his suit and yank him forward, crashing your lips against his.

It’s instinct. It’s reaction. It’s the only thing you can do when faced with something that makes your chest feel tight.

For a second, he freezes.

Then, he melts into it.

His lips are warm, slightly chapped, and he’s so still. You realize he’s holding his breath, and maybe you are too. The world around you fades into nothing, like the only thing anchoring you to reality is the heat of his mouth against yours.

And then it’s over.

You pull back so fast you nearly trip over your own feet, letting go of his shirt like it just burned you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your face—damn it, why does your face feel hot?

You clench your fists, resisting the urge to cover your mouth, your brain screaming at you for what you just did.

Mark just… stares.

His mouth is slightly open, his eyebrows raised, his lips still parted like he’s still processing what just happened. There’s a deep flush creeping up his neck, painting his ears red, but—he’s not speaking.

Oh, universe.

Why isn’t he speaking?

Panic creeps up your spine like a slow-burning fire. You shouldn’t have done that. What if you—what if he—

“…You kissed me.” His voice is dazed, barely more than a whisper, and that’s when you snap.

You stiffen, looking anywhere but at him. “You were—talking too much.”

Slowly—too slowly—something shifts in his expression. The stunned silence fades, melting into something smug. His lips curl at the edges, the flush on his cheeks still present but no longer uncertain. It’s a look of pure, unfiltered victory.

His voice is annoyingly triumphant. “You like me.”

Your entire body locks up.

“No,” you say immediately.

Mark steps closer. “You so do.”

“I don’t,” you insist, but the way you’re backing up is not helping your case.

Mark follows, his confidence growing with every second. “You totally do. Oh my god.” He drags a hand down his face, but it’s not exasperation—it’s exhilaration. “I knew it.”

“You don’t know anything,” you mutter, face burning.

He grins. “You are so cute right now.”

Your hands clench into fists. “I will end you.”

“Oh, sure,” he teases. “But not before I kiss you again.”

You whip around so fast your hair nearly smacks him in the face. “I hate you.”

He has the audacity to laugh. A full, bright, obnoxiously victorious laugh.

“No, you don’t.”

Your mouth opens—probably to snap something back—but Mark just leans in, smirking.

“If it makes you feel better,” he muses, “I really enjoyed it.”

You go completely still, face burning impossibly warmer.

Mark grins wider, “And I know you enjoyed it too.”

Your eye twitches.

He laughs again, and you hate how much you don’t hate the sound of it.

[xcherricutie]

⟡ 𓆩 angelic toxins 𓆪 ⟡

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

[Yandere!Son Goku × F!Reader]

[word count - 2k]

[synopsis - Love is a foreign concept to Goku. So he doesn't understand why you make him so sick, why he can't stand to be around you and not have you in his arms. His love twists into something out of his control when he loses you]

[tags - yandere, possessive behavior, obsession, blood, death, toxic love, angst]

[notes - I wrote the first 800 words of this at 1 in the morning, and the second half I kind of forced myself to write. I've had a lack of creativity, inspiration, and been in a writing rut for a few months now, so it may not be the best. I tried lol]

[Semi-proofread]

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Something about you pulled Goku in like a reel. Like you knew exactly what you were doing, slowly and carefully pulling Goku into a deep trap from which he could never escape. The deeper he fell, the more he wondered what sort of toxin, what sort of poison you must've slipped him that made him so dizzy for you. Just your mere presence sent his heart and mind into a spiral that went deeper and deeper, digging a hole in his heart. 

You invaded his mind at every waking moment. There was no peace from the insanity that you wreaked within him. No matter how much he ran, it felt like you were at every corner, waiting for him to fall back into your arms. The kicker? You didn't even know you did this to him. It was obvious in the way you acted; only getting as close as a friend comfortably could. You never initiated physical contact, never said anything remotely flirtatious. You were a best friend for all intents and purposes. 

Goku was not an emotional person. It wasn't something he quite understood. He didn't know how to react when overwhelmed with intense emotion. It festered deep inside him, worsening with every dream you appeared to him in, like an angel descending from the heavens just for him. Goku couldn't place what it was that had him following you like a sick puppy. He equally loved everything about you, from your bubbly, kind but shy personality, to the way your hair framed your face, shielding your sweet, soft skin from the setting sun. You truly were an angel in his world. 

After his emotions had overwhelmed him to the point of melting an irreparable hole in his heart, he had finally asked for help from his closest friend and confidante, Bulma. And that was when the final piece that he had been unable to see this whole time finally revealed itself, like a blindfold had been lifted from his eyes. He was madly in love with you, and had been for nearly two years. Two years of suffering in silence, watching you from the corner of his eyes at their gathering of friends. Two years of his chest aching with a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced watching you give everyone attention but him. Two years of his love festering and spiraling almost out of his control. Emotions weren't Goku's strong point. In fact, they were known to be explosive before. 

It all had happened so fast. Goku's life was always a blur, but it was too much, too fast. A fight had broken out, and Goku had to get involved. It unraveled faster than he could control. 

People die. It's a natural cycle of life. You live, you experience life, and you die. Goku had seen his fair share of death before, and often had to go out of his way to reverse it via the Dragon Balls. But this was different. Because this time, it wasn't just anyone, it was you. 

The very second Goku realized what had happened, he was at your side in an instant. You were just a small, frail human. Humans were fragile. You weren't supposed to be there, you weren't supposed to follow Goku, you should've stayed put where he had told you to. You never listened to Goku, and now it would cost you gravely. 

Blood trickled out of places you didn't know possible, namely your ears. They rang louder than the explosions going off in the distance. You couldn't hear Goku's voice as he lifted you by your shoulders, pain streaking through your body, burning you alive. You couldn't move your fingers; you couldn't beg your arm to lift itself and wipe the tears that streamed down his bloodied cheeks. 

People die, it's natural. You live and experience life. But you felt as though you had squandered your chance to truly live. You had been a coward, and never spoke of the feelings that had lingered within your heart, lest they be unrequited. 

Your lips, cracked and sticky with blood, parted as a whisper of your broken voice slipped out. You could only hope your words reached him, and your voice hadn't already failed you like your hearing had. 

“I love you, I'm sorry.” 

You felt Goku's fingers digging into your skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, lashes wet with tears, teardrops dripping down from his cheeks. A single thought crossed your mind as you realized you had never seen Goku cry. After all, he wasn't an emotional person. 

He pulled you close, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. Heat brushed against you, clashing with the freezing cold sensation that had begun to settle within you, like you were slowly sinking into a frozen pond. Spots blurred your vision, melting away into a darkness unlike anything you had ever experienced, like you were falling into a sleep from which you would never wake, your permanent slumber. Goku's jaw moved, like he was speaking, but no words reached you. Only pure silence, and the fading feeling of his warmth. It was cold, but you couldn't remember why anymore, and you couldn't remember why you missed the warmth. 

A moment of silence passed, and it was just the two of you in the entire world. If only it were other circumstances that caused this feeling, of being alone with you. And now you were slipping away, leaving him all alone. 

Then that moment passed, taking it with you. Your body grew cold and stiff, your last breath the scent of Goku as he held you. Laying you down to rest, his eyes lingered on the dull color of your own. It was the first time Goku had seen the life fade from someone's eyes, the vibrant color that had once made him smile now a far cry from the lifeless eyes that gazed up at him. 

Within the festering of his own emotions, a coil pulled tight, his fingers digging into your cold arms. If only he had paid more attention, noticed the danger you were in. If only he were stronger. You had depended on him, and he failed you. It was all his fault. 

And suddenly, that coil snapped, like he had blacked out. He didn't remember what happened, and only came to the day after. He thought it was a dream, until it was broken to him that you were still gone. Everything hit him all at once just like before, his chest burning, like his heart was simply going to pop. 

Against Bulma's recommendations, telling him he needed rest, Goku had left with the Dragon Ball radar. It was just like all the other times. He had seen people die before, and many times he had brought them back with the Dragon Balls. 

The minute your eyes peeked open once again, the vibrant color that Goku had come to know returning, you were suddenly smothered in a searing, suffocating kiss. Fingers dug into your soft flesh, holding you down against himself as Goku burned a kiss into your lips. You were all his now, and he swore to himself you would never leave his sight again. 

Your life never returned to normal. Goku was your best friend, you knew him as well as you knew yourself, but something wasn't right anymore. He didn't feel like the same person. Something about him had changed after your death. 

You first noticed a difference when he never left your side, and you swore his eyes never left you. The first few days after your resurrection, Bulma had requested you to stay at her place just to make sure you were all good. Goku never left your room, not even when you were sleeping. One night, you stirred awake, an unsettling feeling sinking into your stomach. Alarms blared in the back of your mind, the very base of your instincts telling you that there was a predator nearby, about to pounce. You could feel it, his eyes on you. Burning holes through your back. Never leaving you alone. 

You forced your panic deep down and closed your eyes, telling yourself to sleep. It was just Goku. He was your best friend. You knew him like you knew yourself. You thought you did. But this was new. 

Now every night, you were waking up around the same time, feeling his stare on you. Until the third night, when you awoke, something felt different. You no longer felt his eyes on you. 

Instead, you felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you against his chest. Your blood ran cold, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You tried to calm your heart, reminding yourself that you were a couple now, but the way he had been acting every night made you wary. Was he awake? Did he know you were awake? 

Slowly, hesitantly, you turned your body over, turning to face Goku. You let out a nearly audible sigh of relief to see his eyes shut, mouth wide open as he snored softly. Perhaps you had been wrong about everything, and was simply paranoid thanks to your death. There was also the chance that Goku was paranoid as well, and hadn't been able to sleep the last few days. 

The thought helped to calm you, allowing yourself to relax against his chest. For a moment, it felt as though your life was finally falling back into normalcy. You failed to notice his grip on you tightening, his eye peeking open to look down at you. 

It felt like an eternity before Bulma finally dismissed you, saying you were in good health. You were excited to finally get to return to your home and get some proper rest. 

Then Goku followed you home. He was immediately following after you as you left for your home, whining about you leaving him. He gave you that goofy grin you always knew, but something about it felt off, disingenuous. You pushed it down, chalking it up to paranoia again. 

You let Goku into your home. It wasn't his first time being there, but this time, it felt like you had unleashed something into your house, like you were the prey that had its territory invaded by a predator. The grin that he gave you as he closed the door behind him, not bothering to hide as he locked it making your heart sink. 

He promised that it was just to keep you safe. You were fragile, as he had put it. It suddenly felt like you were trapped in your own home, the walls closing in on you as he stepped forward. He promised you he would never let anything happen to you again. You were all his now. He promised it. 

His fingers gripped your arms tightly, nausea swirling within you as love festered within him. Love turned into possessiveness, and possessiveness turned into obsession. He was hooked on the poison that was you, his delicate angel that he had to protect. 

His lips were against your own, teeth digging into your bottom lip, your eyes watering. Where had your love gone? This wasn't the same man you had fallen in love with before your death. You thought you knew him as well as yourself. You truly thought you did, but this wasn't what you knew. 

“I love you, I'm sorry.” 

Goku apologized. He knew his love had spiraled out of control. After all, it was a well-known fact that, despite not being an emotional person, his emotions could become explosive. He would never be able to let you go again. You were his, and he was yours. 

Something about you drove him to madness. Like you knew exactly what you were doing, faking your innocence, but he knew it was real. You were his innocent angel, who had no idea what sort of effect you had on him. But you loved him, and now you had fallen into a trap of his own setting. 

You were an angel, and he wasn't afraid to taint you with his love.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ -cherricutie

[morchilluv]

With Nothing but My love - Goku

Warnings: None really. Just a slow burn, and fluff!

Synopsis: Goku and you had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. From childhood adventures to shared secrets, you had a bond that felt unbreakable. Just when your feelings for him started to grow beyond friendship, your parents sent you away, leaving you with no choice but to part ways. So when the day finally came that you reunited, you were completely caught off guard—not by the friendship that picked up where it left off, but by the handsome man Goku had become.

A/N: My Goku fixation is coming back. This fic is inspired by Manolo and Maria because they're just so endgame. It doesn't contain a love triangle, it honestly just skips time over and over again until they confess. I also added 2 alternative ways on how you guys finally confessed!

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Goku and you had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. From childhood adventures to shared secrets, you had a bond that felt unbreakable. But, as life often does, things changed. Just when your feelings for him started to grow beyond friendship, your parents sent you away, leaving you with no choice but to part ways. So when the day finally came that you reunited, you were completely caught off guard—not by the friendship that picked up where it left off, but by the handsome man Goku had become. He was taller, more muscular—no longer the goofy kid you remembered, but a force of nature. And, despite your own growth, you couldn’t deny how impossible it was to ignore the way he made your heart race now.

You stood at the entrance of the town, the familiar sights feeling strange after all these years. Your heart beat a little faster with each step, knowing Goku was back in your life. You’d heard rumors he was around, but seeing him again? That was something else.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice call your name.

You turned, and there he was—Goku. Taller, broader, his once-boyish grin now a confident, easy smile. He was different. A powerful presence radiated from him now, and it made your breath catch.

He jogged up to you, his smile softening. “You’ve changed,” he said, his voice gentle. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

You blinked, still trying to process the sight of him. “I could say the same about you,” you said, your voice softer than you intended.

Goku laughed, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Guess we both grew up, huh?”

The years melted away in that moment, and before you could stop yourself, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. It felt so right, so natural—like no time had passed at all.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “I’ve missed you,” he said quietly.

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered, realizing just how true that was.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

During another training session, Goku and you were sparring. As usual, there was a playful back-and-forth, with Goku dodging your attacks and you trying (and failing) to land a blow.

Meanwhile, your guys' friends were sitting on the sidelines, watching in amusement.

"I think they're both too stubborn to admit it," Krillin said with a knowing grin. "I've been watching this for weeks, and it's obvious. Goku's just waiting for her to say something."

"Yeah, and she's doing everything she can to ignore it," Bulma added, leaning back against a rock. "I swear, if they don't get their act together soon, I'm gonna start charging them for relationship advice."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the scene. "Why would they not admit it? It's obvious. She loves him. And he's completely in love with her. They're both idiots."

Piccolo nodded, though his expression was unreadable. "They're not the most observant when it comes to this stuff."

Suddenly, a punch landed squarely on Goku's chest, knocking him backward a bit. He looked up at you, laughing it off, clearly not noticing the tension.

"I think she likes me," Goku said loudly, still grinning. "But, uh... she won't admit it."

Your face turned a deep shade of red as you yelled across the field, "Goku! What the heck are you talking about?!"

Bulma and Krillin exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. "See? Even he knows it," Krillin said, pointing at the two of you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

It was late one night, and the group had just finished another intense training session. Everyone was winding down, but you and Goku found yourselves alone, sitting outside under the stars.

The cool night air wrapped around you as you sat in comfortable silence, side by side. You weren’t sure what it was, but something felt different tonight. Maybe it was the way the moonlight hit Goku’s face or the fact that you guys had spent so much time together lately. Either way, it was hard to ignore the growing tension.

“So,” Goku began, shifting his weight and leaning closer to you. “You think you could beat me if we went full out? I mean, you’re getting stronger, I’ll give you that.”

You smirked, a little playful and a little daring. “Are you really asking me if I can beat you? You’re supposed to be the strongest fighter. I just don’t want to embarrass you.”

Goku laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter. But as he turned to face you, he misjudged the space between you guys and accidentally brushed his hand along your thigh. His eyes widened as he realized what happened, but he didn’t pull back. He simply looked at you, his gaze intense.

You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. The way Goku looked at you—it wasn’t playful anymore. It was as if he was silently daring you to do something about it.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain control of the situation, but all you could do was respond by leaning in, pressing your body just a little closer to his.

“You’re getting awfully comfortable, Goku,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Goku didn’t answer immediately, his fingers lingering just above your skin. He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your cheek in the most teasingly slow way possible.

Before you could pull away, Goku whispered, “You know I can’t stop myself when I’m this close to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “You think I’m that easy, huh?”

Goku smirked. “You’re anything but easy.” Then, his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. “But I’m gonna make you admit it sooner or later.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

One evening, the group decided to play a friendly game of dodgeball. You and Goku ended up on opposite teams, and things quickly turned competitive. Every time you faced off, sparks flew, not just from your rivalry, but from the undeniable chemistry between you.

After one particularly heated exchange, where Goku intentionally threw the ball just a little too hard at you, you wiped your face, eyes glinting dangerously. “You really want to play dirty, huh?”

“I’m just getting started,” Goku said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He grinned and pulled his shirt off over his head, giving you a teasing wink. “You ready to lose, then?”

Your jaw dropped, your eyes scanning his sculpted chest, but you quickly regained your composure. “You think you can throw me off with your muscles? You’ve got another thing coming, Goku.”

Goku’s smirk deepened. “You sure about that?” He tossed the ball to you, and the game grew more intense, both of you using every opportunity to make the other blush. Every throw felt like a challenge, every dodge like a dance. You guys were getting dangerously close to crossing a line, your bodies brushing against each other as you tried to outplay each other.

Finally, in one moment of utter chaos, Goku reached out to catch the ball you threw. His hand brushed against your waist as he pulled you closer, locking eyes with you for a brief second, the tension palpable.

“Alright, alright, Goku,” you said in a low voice, too close to his ear. “You win... but you owe me. Big time.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

Goku’s laughter echoed in the training field as he dodged a punch from you. The two of you had been sparring for hours, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the way he kept getting just a little too close and his hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder when he showed you a new move. Or maybe it was just that every time you guys locked eyes, it felt like the world slowed down for a second.

“Hey, don’t go easy on me!” you grinned, but Goku’s gaze was soft as he watched you.

“I’m not. I’m just... happy you’re here.” He scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, his voice unusually quiet.

You blinked, a little caught off guard by his tone. “What?”

Goku’s cheeks flushed red, and he waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing, nothing! Just... you’re a really good fighter. And, you know, I’ve missed spending time with you.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering. “I’ve missed it too, Goku.”

For a moment, the tension in the air shifted, and the distance between you felt like it had shrunk. Goku looked away quickly, his nervous energy returning, but that moment lingered between you guys like an unspoken promise.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

A few days later, Goku and you found yourselves alone in the training room, sparring—once again, it felt a little different. You guys were closer than usual, and the air between you was electric. Every time Goku dodged an attack, he was a little too close. When you blocked his punch, your hands brushed in a way that sent a jolt through your body.

You stepped back, your heart racing. “You’re getting way too close,” you teased, trying to hide the heat in your face.

“Am I?” Goku’s grin was dangerously charming. “I didn’t notice.”

Your breath caught as he stepped closer again, his muscles flexing as he effortlessly dodged your strikes. This time, he wasn’t just dodging—he was leaning in, trapping you against the wall. “What if I told you I’m not just trying to dodge?” Goku whispered, his lips hovering near your ear.

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to show it. “Then... I’d tell you to step back.”

Goku didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in just a little more, his breath warm on your neck. “You know I’m not going to let this go, right?”

You swallowed, a twinge of heat spreading down your neck. You could feel the tension rising, and it was getting harder to ignore the electricity crackling in the air. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice was shaky.

Goku kissed your cheek, his lips lingering for just a second. “I think you like it,” he said softly, a playful smirk on his face.

Your heart raced. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, trying to push him away, but your hands shook, betraying you.

Krillin and Bulma, who had been watching from a distance, exchanged knowing glances. “They’re totally going to end up together,” Bulma said, rolling her eyes.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

Later that day, the group was having a quiet dinner, and the atmosphere was relaxed—until Goku and you got into a little playful argument. It started with something trivial, as it often did, but soon, it escalated into something more personal.

“Come on, I know I’m right!” Goku insisted, nudging your shoulder with his elbow.

You smirked. “Oh, you think you’re right, huh?”

Before Goku could respond, you leaned forward, your face dangerously close to his. “I think you’re wrong. I’ve always been right.”

Goku’s eyes widened for a moment as he stared at your lips, the space between them shrinking with every heartbeat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to argue or kiss you. The tension between you was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Then, with the entire group watching in silence, you slowly leaned back and chuckled. “I’m always right, Goku. And you know it.”

You stood up to leave, but Goku followed you, standing just a little too close as he whispered, “You know I’m gonna win, right?”

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with him. “You’ve already lost, Goku.”

Before you could leave, Goku grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you back toward him. The others watched in stunned silence as he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a swift, fiery kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was passionate, all-consuming. And when you guys pulled away, both of you were breathless, both of your hearts pounding.

“Alright,” Bulma said from the other side of the table, clearly not surprised. “I think we can all agree on one thing: Finally.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alternative Confession ੈ✩‧₊˚

The next day, the group went out for a quick mission—nothing too serious, just a small task that required a little teamwork. Of course, Goku and you ended up being paired together.

As the two of you worked together, dodging enemies and supporting each other, it was impossible to ignore the growing tension. Every time you exchanged a look, every time Goku’s hand brushed against your back as you worked in sync, the connection between you guys grew stronger.

Finally, during a quiet moment when both of you were taking a break, you turned to face Goku. “So, are you ever going to stop teasing me?” you asked, crossing your arms, trying to keep your cool.

Goku, still sweaty from the fight, wiped his forehead and gave you a cocky smile. “What, are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad,” you said, but your voice was a little softer than usual. “I’m just tired of waiting for you to do something about all this.”

Goku blinked, a bit confused. “Do something about what?”

“About us, Goku,” you muttered, feeling the heat creep into your cheeks. “This—whatever this is between us—can’t keep going on like this.”

Goku stepped closer, his smile fading into something more serious. “And what do you want me to do about it?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t feel the same way,” you said softly. “I’m done pretending.”

Goku reached out, his fingers brushing your jawline as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re right,” he murmured, before closing the distance and pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that was no longer tentative or playful. It was deep, full of desire, and full of everything you had been holding back for so long.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

The stars twinkled above the two of you, your gentle glow the only light in the quiet night. Goku had a way of making everything feel so... simple. And in this moment, with the weight of everything you'd been through, it almost felt like it was just you guys, no world-ending threats, no training, no distractions—just this moment.

Goku shifted uncomfortably, his usual carefree grin a little absent as he fidgeted with his hands. He wasn’t used to this kind of thing, but he knew it was right. He’d faced powerful foes, travelled across galaxies, but there he was, battling something far scarier—his own heart.

“I don’t have anything special to give you...” Goku began, his voice quieter than usual. He gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t have a ring or anything like that. But what I can give you...” He stepped forward, eyes locked on you, his expression serious. “...is all of me. My heart. My strength. Everything I have. Because you’ve always been there for me, and I want to be there for you, always.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. Goku, the warrior who never backed down from a fight, now standing before you, vulnerable, his heart laid bare.

Goku shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a little unsure, but the love in his eyes was undeniable. "I don’t need a ring to show you how much I care," he added with a soft smile. “No matter where you are, I’ll be there. No matter where life takes us, even if I have nothing else, I will come to you with nothing but my love. Will you marry me?”

[newkatzkafe2023]

What about a monkey queen with a husband that acts just like Vegeta!! He’s mean to everyone else but when he’s with her, he’s all soft and sweet!

When a man loves a woman 🎶🎵🎶

(Lmk Wukong) You were always a harsh and stern man, especially when your a prideful warrior king. That was until you got married to a pretty little monkey girl, Wukong was a quite mischievous girl and a brilliant fighter. You loved that about her and made sure to court her as soon as possible which she eventually accepted, and hence the start of your marriag you were the only one who treated her with never ending patience and kindness. Wukong had never felt so blessed in her entire life, in her fairytale marriage with you.

(MKR Wukong) You quickly became her ideal man, someone tough as nails, but treat her ever so sweetly. You immediately had an interest in Wukong especially her confrontational and excitable demeanor. In your eye she was a beautiful rare gem that you immediately wanted and worked to woo her over, which didn't take long as you challenge her to battle. Boi were you making her purr as you both fought against each other, you both fell in love and after months of dating you both got married behind the monk's back as you celebrated your love together.

(NR Wukong) The fact that she could kill you at anything is what caught your attention in the first place. The fact that you would be stern with her but still treat her gently was what brought her attention to you, and your muscles ain't a bad touch to your appearance. You loved how unpredictable and carefree she is especially when you get to watch her tear apart those who underestimate her, overall it was hot. Wukong has no problem showing affection to you lovingly and she also loved to watch you savagely fight her enemies especially if she was insulted. Let's just say she never bother to wear her underwear ever again😉

(HIB Wukong) You both are a surprisingly good match for each other. you're both tough, stern, and distant, but deep down, you both have good hearts that just need the right love and care. Your pride does get in the way at times, but you know when to back off from Wukong, but you loved that about her. You would both spend time with each other as you treated her so well as a queen that would often leave her in disbelief. You also would get angry and protective over her and the children and put your life on the line for your little family, and that was more then enough for Wukong to love.

(Netflix Wukong) WoW she actually needs someone like you, especially when you would get angry with others for insulting her. You quickly grew very protective of Wukong treated her with never ending kindness and love, along with being a husband in battle arms. You would delightfully kiss her wounds and gladly take care of her, which would make unshed tears would appear in her face. You loved her for her pride, her lust for battle and never judge her for anything she does, and Wukong would love you forever.

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh you are so hot and violent and sooo perfect to her. You would have Wukong's heart from the very morning you knocked that one celestials teeth out, she was just so turned on by a man who's not afraid to kill. While you love a woman who could definitely kill you and you would both wildly mate in love and bloodlust, happily fulfilling your desires for each other.

(Destined one) Well, this is quite the head scratcher if i ever seen one. I'm not sure how you could ever win over the Destined one. You were interested in her for her combat skills and powers as she fought against the celestial gods. Though you made plans to win her over with small gifts and kindness to her, as you both got to know and bond with each other. The Destined one would blush and come to see you more and more and before you both knew it, your relationship grew in love and support for each other. In the end she married you and now spends her days receiving your Affection and protection.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG👊

[pitchouna]

Hiii soo... What about a soft yandere goku headcanons??

Yandere Goku x Reader!!

Warnings: Violence / blood Words: 2398 masterlist AHHH SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE I HAD SO MUCH STRUGGLE WRITING THIS DUE TO LACK OF INSPIRATION BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LOVE THIS!! I know you've asked for soft but... I DIDN'T FIGURED HOW TO DO IT 💔💔

Poor you.

Wouldn't it be scary to have one of the strongest beings of the universe a yandere?

You noticed Goku's behavior changing gradually. How he suddenly interrupted you if you were talking with another living being, his constant need to be by your side, he even started to train just a little less to spend time with you!! Which is clearly not normal. And everyone was thinking the same thing. Suddenly, one morning, you wake to find Goku standing over your bed, watching you sleep. Startled, you ask, "What are you doing, Goku?" He grins and replies, "I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I wouldn't be able to live without you..." He said in a unusual soft voice that made you feel uneasy as he kissed your forehead.You feel a mix of emotions as he kisses your forehead there was a sense of love and appreciation, but also a hint of uneasiness. Goku's behavior had been so intense and possessive lately, and that kiss felt like a reminder of his unwavering devotion to you, whether you liked it or not. You gently pushed Goku away and sit up on the bed, trying to compose yourself. You look at him, concern written all over your face. "Goku, I understand that you love me, but this possessive behavior has to stop. It's suffocating me." So he stopped, making you sigh in relief.

With each passing day, Goku's behavior grew more possessive and jealous. He would check your phone without permission, question your whereabouts even during work hours, and become upset when you spent too much time away from him. You tried to address his behavior, but he would dismiss your concern with phrases like "I just love you so much" and "I can't help but worry." You begin to feel suffocated by Goku's possessive behavior. It had gone beyond worrying and turned into a form of control. You tried to confront him about it, but he simply dismisses your concerns with lovey-dovey phrases, making it seem like his behavior is a sign of affection. You felt pressured to agree, as Goku's insistence and even his use of bullying tactics left you feeling as though you had little choice in the matter. With a heavy sigh, you grudgingly agree to watch his training session, feeling as though you're being forced into it through his possessive behavior. As you watch, Goku's training session started innocently enough, but as it progressed, you noticed how his eyes seemed to follow you constantly, making sure you were still there. There was a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. Even his training drills seemed to shift towards showcasing his strength and power, as if he wanted to demonstrate how he could keep you protected at all costs. Feeling uncomfortable, you couldn't help but feel like a valuable possession he was guarding fiercely.

"M-maybe you should stop training now right?.. You've been training for hours!!.." You said akwardly thought Goku do not notice your uncomfort. Which made Goku stop and looks at you confused. "Here! Take this bottle of water you did not drank since.." You got off of the rock you sat on, made your way towards him and handed him a bottle of water. This sweet action made him smile "Thank you Y/n for worrying about me! I love you so much!" He said about to hug you but this time you stopped him. "Y-you're full of sweat that's gross!!" You said which made Goku chuckle. But in reality, he was sad you refused to hug him. "Haha, you're right, I am pretty sweaty..." Goku laughed it off, his tone carrying a note of disappointment, but he understood that you were not comfortable physically, given his current state. He took the bottle of water demolished it, rehydrating himself after the intense training session. "Pwahhh!! Thank you for the water, Y/n. You're always so thoughtful!!" He said with a satisfied Huff making you forget about his weird behavior. "No worries Goku you need to stay healthy..." You've said in a sweet voice. "Now let's go back home you need to take a shower. You stink." You've said bluntly making Goku giggle.

One evening, you were out with friends, laughing and enjoying yourself, when suddenly Goku appeared, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted you. Without hesitation, he made his way over to your table, pulling up a chair and squeezing into the tight space next to you. Your friends exchanged puzzled glances, sensing something off about Goku's possessive presence and sudden intrusion. "G-goku?.. Has something happened home?..." You've asked in a worried yet confused tone due to his unexpected appearence. "No, nothing happened. I just missed you. I wanted to be with you, that's all." He replied, his hand finding its way to your thigh, causing you to stiffen slightly. Your friends exchanged glances, noticing the odd situation unfolding before them. "U-uhm it's cute of you but we'll see each other home later alright? I'm currently spending time with my friends and-" "No. I don't want to wait. I want to be with you now." His response was firm, and there was a hint of possessiveness in his voice. Your friends looked uncomfortable, sensing the strained atmosphere caused by Goku's possessive behavior.

You've sighed, disappointed of how the events turned. The happiness that you've finally managed to see your friends vanished, and was replaced with a hint of sadness that your friends noticed. "Alright girls, it was nice to see you all but as you can see I need to go now.. Have fun!!" You've did your goodbyes as you and Goku exit the restaurant. As you and Goku made your way out of the restaurant, the air remained tense. Goku continued to hold onto your thigh possessively, his grip not loosening. You couldn't help but feel suffocated by his possessive behavior, and your sadness turned into irritation. "Goku, is it really necessary to hold onto me like that? It's uncomfortable..." You expressed your annoyance, trying to maintain a level of calmness. "Hmmm fine... But let's hold hands instead!!" He said taking your hands in a firm grip. Despite your frustration, Goku's suggestion seemed like a compromise. Reluctantly, you allowed him to hold your hand, hoping this would alleviate the tension. You walked beside him, feeling a mix of annoyance and resignation at his possessive behavior.

On your way home a shop was being robbed catching both your attention. The police struggled against the robbers and you saw a young girl getting shot in the legs. Making you both you and Goku gasp in horror, your instincts made you run towards the little girl, getting out of Goku's grip making him surprised, he tried getting to you but you were a very fast runner. On your way towards the little girl, you got shot in the shoulders making you scream in pain, and it made Goku snap. His eyes widening in fury as you preshot what could happen next. You knew what this man was capable off and it was what scared you the most. "Goku!!" You've yelled in struggle due to the pain. "Whatever you're planning to do, don't do it!!" You yelled like there was no tomorrow, due to the pain and the fear of what would become the robbers. Instead, he did something you did not expect to, as he teleported and soon came back with senzu beans, giving one to you and the little girl which made you sigh in relief.

"Is everything alright Y/n?.." Goku asked firmly, but a tone of true worry could be heard. His eyes showed a fury that scared you. "Y-yes I'm alright now... Is the little girl okay?" You questionned him, as he nodded making you sigh in relief. But he turned towards the robbers mumbling, "I really do not want to do this.." in such a serious tone you did not like. "Goku wait!!-" You screamed but it was too late. He was already attacking the robbers, making them unconscious and then hitting them over and over, to calm his furry. Due to this bloody sight, the little girl ran away crying, and the police was left shocked, some officers went into their cars and left, some were just frozen. Just like you were. There was so much blood everywhere you wanted to vomit. Some of the officers left, passed out due to shock and some vomited. The robbers were probably dead now. No they are for sure, but you knew that wasn't going to stop Goku. He'll continue to hit them until we can't recognize their faces anymore. And that continued for minutes. There even was some blood on your skin and on your clothes due to how hard he was hitting their bodies, and you were too speechless to scream. You were frozen.

After 20 minutes of merciless hits, Goku finally stopes hitting them as he was breathing heavily. He got up, looking at the now unrecognizable corpses, they didn't even looked like corpses anymore. The sight was horrible you had a glimpse of Goku's face, it was very bloody, and his eyes looked so empty. It was void itself. This sight made you shiver. Wondering who was this man before you. Because it was nothing near the Goku you've known, you've married, you've loved and made children with, it was nowhere near the savior of the whole universe, no.. What you were looking at is a monster. He turned towards you making you yelp. He started walking towards you, your instincts made you back away. This sight of you made his eyes widen, as sadness was evident on his face. "Why are you backing away Y/n?.." He said in a heart-broken voice. You did not answer. Your voice literally disappeared due to the fear. He continued walking towards you, and you continued to back away until you hit the wall. He crouched to your level, and cupped your cheek in his bloody hand. Which made you yelp once more.

Goku smiled sweetly. "No worries Y/n... The danger is gone now! You have nothing to worry about anymore." How could someone speak so sweetly after making such a horrible murder?? "Why....?" You mumbled. Which caught Goku's attention. "Hm? What's up Y/n?" He asked confused. "Why did you do this??.." You've asked as tears started to stroll down your face. "Wahhhh!! Don't cry Y/n!! Shh shh... I'm here I'm here..." Goku hugged you and wiped the tears off your face, adding more blood on it. "And it's because they hurt you Y/n... If they didn't I would just have helped the police.. But they did so I had to put them in their place." He said in a sweet tone patting your hair, which also put blood on it.

"Oh, look how much of a mess we are now!!" Goku chuckled sweetly which made you even more uncomfortable. How could he be so calm?! The scene you just saw was so violent. It was not normal!! "Let's go home and take a shower together Y/n.." Goku said sweetly carrying you bridal style. As he tried to sense Goten's Ki to get back home. "Oh that's right, he's sleeping at Bulma's with Trunks today.. Well that's alright I just need to fly then!" He then made this way toward you house as you were still shocked. You soon passed out during the flight due to being traumatized, Goku pouted, thinking it was the fault of the robbers of hurting you, yet it was his. At home, he cleaned you and himself in the bath, the water becoming red. After finishing washing both of you, he dried you up, and then went to the bed, clinging to you like there was no tomorrow, and nuzzled his head in your hair, taking on your sweet scent making him soon fall asleep.

You woke up in the night not long after, you were sweating and breathing heavily, which made Goku woke up confused. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and asked, "What's wrong Y/n?.." "I-I dreamed how robbers hurting me and a little girl and then you've attacked them brutally until-" Goku shushed you, taking the opportunity to let you think it was not real and patted your back. "It was just a nightmare Y/n... Everything's fine right now... I'm here..." He reassured you gently kissing your forehead, as your breath slowed down showing that his comfort worked. "Let's sleep now or else we'll wake up very late tomorrow alright?" You've hummed and nodded closing your eyes as Goku's arms went protectively around you, keeping you safe. He smiled knowing that he will sleep like a baby tonight.

After all, who was he to make you think your nightmare was the truth?

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XII | It’s Only Temporary

Warning(s): Cursing

Synopsis: Piccolo suddenly visits you out of the blue one day, wanting to tell you something important.

The sun hung low in the cloudless morning sky, casting warm streaks of gold through the tall windows of the dojo. Even at this hour, the summer heat lingered in the air, making the wooden floors faintly warm beneath your bare feet. The only sounds were the rhythmic creaks of the ceiling fan overhead and the distant rustling of leaves outside.

Saturdays were your favorite kind of mornings—quiet, peaceful, and completely yours.

With your students having their well-deserved rest days on weekends, the dojo was always empty. It gave you the perfect chance to clean the mats, reorganize equipment, or—more often than not—get some solo training in. The solitude had always been something you enjoyed—just you, your own steady breathing, and the echo of your movements filling the empty space.

Then, the gentle creak of the door sliding made your head snap toward the entrance, breaking you from your warm-up stretches. For a brief second, you thought maybe one of your students had forgotten their rest day—but the towering figure standing in the doorway was the last person you expected to see.

His presence was so unexpected that for a split second, all you could do was blink at him in surprise. His name left your lips in a breathless murmur.

"Piccolo?"

He stood there in the threshold, arms crossed as usual—his broad frame framed perfectly by the warm morning light spilling in behind him. His heavy white cape billowed faintly from the breeze outside before settling against his back. His dark, onyx eyes swept across the empty dojo, lingering on the mats and the small training equipment scattered around.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. He simply stood there, as if silently contemplating whether he had made the right decision coming here in the first place.

Your initial surprise quickly melted into a warm smile, tilting your head slightly.

"Hey... what in the world brings you here?"

Piccolo's sharp gaze flicked toward you, meeting your eyes—always so intense, yet never harsh. He didn't answer right away, his arms still firmly crossed over his chest. You swore you caught the faintest twitch in his brow—like he was still trying to figure out why he had come in the first place.

You waited, patient as always.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low—gravelly as ever, but with an edge of something... uncertain beneath the usual stoicism.

"...You said you trained early on Saturdays."

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. It was such a small, offhand comment—something you barely even remembered mentioning to him weeks ago. You hadn't expected him to actually remember that, let alone seek you out because of it.

A small warmth flickered in your chest, softening your smile.

"I did, didn't I?"

You straightened up, brushing your hands against your thighs as you took a step closer to him.

"Still... that doesn't explain why you're here." You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. "Unless you suddenly decided to pick up cleaning duty?"

Piccolo's brow twitched slightly—just enough to let you know he was biting back a retort.

"Tch... Don't push your luck."

You chuckled softly under your breath, shaking your head. Piccolo wasn't the type to seek out company without a reason. He was always so self-sufficient, content with solitude or his own rigorous training in the wilderness.

Yet here he was—standing in your dojo.

You studied him for a moment longer, trying to piece together his reasoning. His arms were still crossed, his posture a little too rigid—like he was standing guard rather than simply visiting.

There was something... different about him today.

You were tempted to ask what was on his mind but you decided not to press him—not yet.

"...So?" You broke the silence again, your tone light but curious. "Are you just here to watch, or did you come to join in?"

Piccolo's gaze flicked away, his brow furrowing—like he was debating whether or not to answer honestly.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose—almost like he was annoyed at himself for what he was about to say.

"I want to spar."

You blinked, caught completely off guard. Of all the reasons you could have expected, that was not one of them.

"Spar...?" You repeated slowly, as if you needed to make sure you heard him right.

Piccolo's expression didn't change—stern and unwavering as always—but there was a subtle tension in his jaw, like he was waiting for you to laugh or brush him off.

But you didn't.

Instead, a slow smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"Well... color me surprised." You folded your arms, mirroring his stance in playful challenge. "Didn't think you'd ever voluntarily ask for that."

Piccolo's brow twitched again, his gaze narrowing slightly. "I wouldn't have come if I wasn't serious."

There was no hint of teasing or condescension in his voice—just pure, blunt honesty.

He meant it.

Your smile softened at that, the warmth flickering a little brighter in your chest. It wasn't just the request itself that caught you off guard—it was the fact that he had come here entirely on his own.

Piccolo had always been your silent observer—always watching from the sidelines during your classes, never interfering unless absolutely necessary. He had seen you train your students countless times. He had even helped sharpen your techniques once or twice when you asked—but those moments had always been brief, more instructional than anything else.

But this...?

This felt different somehow.

You glanced toward the mats, then back at him—your smile turning playful again.

"Well... if you're offering, who am I to say no? It has been a while since we last sparred properly. Curious to see if my technique has improved since then?"

Piccolo's eyes flicked back toward you, the faintest glimmer of amusement hidden deep beneath the stoic mask.

"Don't expect me to hold back."

Your heart gave a small flutter—not out of intimidation, but excitement.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Without another word, you turned on your heel, padding barefoot toward the center of the mat. The soft creak of wood filled the quiet air as Piccolo's footsteps followed behind you.

The heat of the morning pressed against your skin, the distant hum of cicadas filling the stillness.

You stole a glance back at him as you stepped into position, your pulse quickening ever so slightly.

He had sought you out.

And whether he realized it or not, the fact that he was here—asking for this—meant more than either of you were ready to admit.

A small smile played at your lips as you dropped into your stance.

"Alright then... let's see what you've got."

Your smile lingered as you watched Piccolo reach for the shoulder pads of his weighted cape, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The fabric billowed slightly before he shrugged it off completely, letting it fall to the mat with a muffled thud. His turban followed soon after, landing beside it with just as much weight. The floor beneath your feet vibrated faintly from the sheer density of the discarded garments—a reminder of just how much Piccolo constantly carried with him, both in a physical and metaphorical sense.

Your eyes flickered back to his now-unburdened form, noting the way his posture seemed just a fraction lighter without the additional weight. His arms were now hung at his side as he regarded you with that ever-serious expression, but there was something else there—something that lingered in the way his smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, subtle yet unmistakable.

"You're awfully confident about yourself," Piccolo remarked, his gravelly voice carrying just the faintest edge of amusement.

You grinned, rolling one shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Of course! This is purely skill-based combat. Look, I know I can't beat you at your full potential—I'd eat shit the moment you disappear from my view."

For a split second, there was nothing but silence. And then—

You could've sworn you heard it.

A chuckle.

It was faint, barely more than a breath, but it was there.

The sound sent a small jolt through your chest, your heart swelling at the rare display. Piccolo's expressions were always so carefully controlled, his reactions so measured, that hearing something as simple as a quiet laugh felt like an unexpected victory.

Your grin widened. "Wait, was that a chuckle? Did I just—did I just make the Piccolo laugh?"

He shot you a flat look, but there was no real bite behind it. "You're hearing things."

"Oh no, I definitely heard it." You tapped a finger against your temple, feigning deep contemplation. "A genuine laugh, too. Not one of those sarcastic, 'I'm-amused-but-won't-admit-it' snorts."

Piccolo exhaled sharply through his nose—whether out of irritation or mild amusement, you couldn't tell. "Are we going to spar, or are you just going to waste time patting yourself on the back?"

"Both," you quipped, rolling your wrists as you loosened up your stance. "I mean, come on—this is a momentous occasion. Should I start keeping track of every time I get you to laugh? I could make a chart."

Piccolo gave you a look that said I will end you.

You laughed, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you settled into your fighting stance. "Alright, alright—I'll drop it." Your grin softened just slightly as you met his gaze. "But... for the record, I like hearing it."

Piccolo blinked, something unreadable flickering across his features. For a moment, he didn't move, didn't speak. And then—so subtly you almost missed it—he exhaled, shaking his head as if to brush off whatever thought had passed through his mind.

"Tch... don't expect it to happen again."

You smirked, feeling the familiar rush of excitement coil in your gut as you steadied your breath. "We'll see about that."

Then, without another word, you lunged.

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Your chest rose and fell in heavy, labored breaths as you bent forward, hands braced against your knees for support. Every inch of your body burned from exertion, muscles screaming in protest, but despite the exhaustion weighing down on you, there was a triumphant glint in your eyes.

"Fuck—you're still stronger than me." You panted, wiping at your brow with the back of your hand before straightening up slightly. "I still don't understand how I beat you that one time!"

Piccolo, who seemed far less winded than you (because of course he was), merely crossed his arms over his chest, his usual impassive expression in place. Without a word, he reached out and offered you a towel—small, clean, and neatly folded.

You blinked at the gesture, surprised by the simple but thoughtful act before quickly taking it. "Oh, thanks." With a relieved sigh, you patted the sweat off your face, savoring the brief moment of respite.

"You beat me?" Piccolo echoed dryly, brow arching slightly. "You were using your energy back then."

You paused mid-wipe, eyes narrowing as you pulled the towel away to give him a skeptical look. "Uh-huh... and?"

Piccolo remained as unreadable as ever, his stance unwavering. "You didn't know how to control it back then."

There was a beat of silence as his words sank in. Then—

Your eyes widened. "Wait... are you implying I cheated?!"

"I never said that," Piccolo responded smoothly, his voice as calm and steady as ever.

You gasped, pointing an accusing finger at him. "But you aren't denying it either!"

His expression remained neutral, but you could see the telltale flicker of amusement buried somewhere deep in those dark eyes of his.

Your jaw dropped, scandalized. "Wow. Wow. You're just gonna sit there all smug and act like I didn't earn that win fair and square?"

Piccolo gave a slight shrug, his arms still crossed. "I'm just stating the facts."

"You're implying the facts," you shot back, wiping the last of the sweat from your face before dramatically tossing the towel over your shoulder. "Let's be real—if you really thought I 'cheated,' you would've said something back then."

Piccolo exhaled sharply through his nose—a noise that might've been a scoff, but with him, it was hard to tell.

"I let it slide."

"Ohhh, you let it slide?" You placed a hand over your chest, feigning offense. "How gracious of you, oh mighty Piccolo. I should count my blessings that you allowed me that one moment of glory."

He rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly—almost a smirk. "Are you done?"

You narrowed your eyes up at him, a defiant glint flickering behind them before you let out a small huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a reluctant pout.

"...For now."

You turned away with a stubborn tilt of your chin, still stewing over your supposed victory in that long-ago match. The memory played on repeat in your mind—every detail, every move, every second of triumph that you were absolutely sure had been earned fairly. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice the way Piccolo was watching you.

His gaze lingered longer than usual, studying your expression in a way that seemed almost... thoughtful. The sharp, assessing glint that usually dominated his dark eyes had softened, just slightly, as if something about you in this moment struck him differently.

And then—he remembered.

The real reason why he had come here today.

"(Y/n)."

His deep, steady voice cut through the silence, pulling you abruptly out of your thoughts.

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you turned to meet his gaze, the teasing defiance from earlier slipping into curiosity.

"Sparring wasn't the only reason I came here today."

There was something different in his tone this time—something uncertain. It was subtle, barely noticeable to anyone else, but you caught it. That slight hesitation, the way his voice faltered for just a fraction of a second.

That had your full attention.

Your brows furrowed as you studied his expression. Piccolo was never one to struggle with words; he was always direct, always composed. But now, his jaw tightened and loosened, his gaze shifting ever so slightly. The faintest creases formed at the corners of his eyes—not from frustration, but from... hesitation?

That alone was enough to make your chest tighten.

Something was wrong.

The silence stretched between you like an invisible weight pressing against your ribs, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, finally—after what felt like an eternity—he spoke.

"I'm... leaving."

Everything inside you froze.

Your body, your thoughts—everything came to a screeching halt, as if his words had knocked the breath right out of you.

Your mind raced in a million different directions at once. Leaving? What did he mean by that? Where? For how long? The possibility of permanence loomed over you like a storm cloud, and you had to physically force yourself to push it back.

No.

You could not freak out. Not now.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry as you barely managed to stammer out, "Y-you're... leaving? Like... permanently?"

The moment the words left your mouth, Piccolo visibly stiffened, caught off guard. His normally unreadable expression wavered for a brief second, his eyes widening just slightly. A sweatdrop formed on his cheek as he hurried to clarify, his voice firm but laced with the smallest trace of exasperation.

"What? No, that's not—"

Before he could finish, the tension in your chest snapped, and a wave of overwhelming relief crashed over you.

"Fucking hell, Piccolo!" you blurted out, pressing a hand against your forehead as your shoulders sagged. "You had me worried! I thought you were leaving for good!"

Piccolo's brow twitched. A very distinct look of irritation crossed his face as he let out a slow exhale through his nose.

"...You didn't let me finish," he muttered, voice laced with mild annoyance.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down as guilt crept in. Maybe you had jumped to conclusions too quickly.

"...Sorry," you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

Piccolo closed his eyes for a moment before exhaling again, this time as if regaining his composure. When he opened them, his gaze met yours again, steadier now.

"I'll be heading north to train for a few days," he finally explained. "There's a high chance I won't be around to help."

His words settled in, and this time, you actually processed them properly.

Not permanent. Not forever. Just a short trip.

But still...

Your relief didn't fully ease the lingering feeling in your chest.

"So, you train up north?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "Wouldn't you be freezing while you train there?"

Piccolo merely folded his arms across his chest, his usual stoic expression unchanging. "My skin is thick enough to withstand the low temperatures unaffected," he stated matter-of-factly. "Unlike humans that require proper protection from the elements."

You blinked, considering that for a moment. "Huh." You leaned back slightly, nodding in mild admiration. "That's actually pretty cool."

Piccolo arched a brow at your choice of words.

"Cool," you repeated, smirking at your unintentional pun. "See what I did there?"

He exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly unimpressed, but you could've sworn you caught the faintest twitch of his lip.

Shaking off your amusement, you turned your attention back to the more important question lingering in your mind. "Okay, so you can withstand the cold. Cool." You grinned when you saw the faintest hint of an eye roll. "But, um... how many days will you be gone exactly?"

Piccolo closed his eyes, his expression contemplative. "Hard to say. It could take five days... maybe a week. Depends on the type of training."

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze immediately zeroed in on you.

The playful glint in your eyes had faded, replaced with something more distant—far away, as if your thoughts had drifted elsewhere. And deeper beneath that, he caught something else. Something subtle.

Sadness.

It was brief, barely noticeable, but he felt it.

His chest tightened.

Why?

Why were you sad?

It was only for a few days—nothing unusual for him. He had done this countless times before, retreating into solitude to train, pushing his limits further and further. This was nothing out of the ordinary. So why... why did seeing that expression on your face suddenly make him feel so—

He parted his lips, intending to speak, but before he could, you beat him to it.

"Just don't push yourself too hard during your training, alright?"

Your voice was soft, filled with that same warmth you always carried. And just like that—just as quickly as it had appeared—the sadness in your eyes was gone, replaced by a gentle, reassuring glow.

Piccolo blinked.

For a moment, he almost doubted what he had seen. Had it been his imagination? A trick of the light? Or had you really looked that sad just seconds ago?

His gaze lingered on your face, searching for any remaining trace of that fleeting sorrow, but there was nothing now—only your usual, unwavering kindness staring back at him.

It was... unsettling.

Not because of the shift itself, but because of how effortlessly you had masked it.

And that realization stuck with him.

Piccolo considered pressing the issue—asking you outright about that momentary flicker of sadness he had seen—but ultimately decided against it. If you had brushed it aside so quickly, maybe you didn't want to talk about it. Maybe you weren't ready to.

Instead, he exhaled through his nose, shifting his weight slightly. "Hmph. You don't have to worry about me," he said, his tone firm, yet lacking its usual edge. "I've dealt with harsher training before."

You let out a small chuckle, placing your hands on your hips in mock exasperation. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a big, strong Namekian who can survive anything and handle his own in a fight." You waved a hand, as if to dismiss his typical warrior bravado. But then your voice softened, the teasing fading into something more sincere.

"But still..."

Your gaze met his, and he immediately noticed the shift. Gone was the playful lightheartedness. Instead, there was something else—something warm, something real.

"I worry, Piccolo," you admitted, voice quieter now. "Because you're my friend. And I don't want anything bad to happen to you, okay?"

Piccolo didn't move, didn't say a word.

He only stared.

It was strange, how those simple words seemed to settle so deeply inside him. He wasn't unfamiliar with concern—Gohan had always been that way, ever since he was a kid. But hearing it from you...

It was different.

Maybe because, unlike Gohan, you weren't someone he had taken under his wing. You weren't looking at him as a student to a teacher, or even a warrior to a comrade. No, you were looking at him as something else entirely.

As a friend.

The word shouldn't have felt as foreign as it did.

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Just promise me you'll take it easy and not push yourself, okay?"

Your eyes shined with unwavering sincerity, and for a brief moment, Piccolo found himself... at a loss.

Not because he didn't have an answer.

But because, despite all the years he had spent in solitude—despite the battles, the meditation, the relentless pursuit of strength—he wasn't used to people saying things like that to him.

Finally, after a beat of silence, he spoke.

"...I promise."

His voice was quieter than before, but steady, holding a rare softness that only you would notice.

Your lips curled into a smile, satisfied with his response.

Piccolo wasn't sure why, but seeing that smile—knowing that such a small assurance from him was enough to ease your worries—made something settle in his chest.

And for the first time in a long while, he found that he didn't mind it.

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@nerdy-girl-named-pumpkin

[actuallysaiyan]

Drabbles day 20: Waterfall

pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader warnings: fluff, slight angst

He’s feeling moody, but you wonder if there’s ever really a time he doesn’t feel moody. Still, you decide to follow the Prince of all Saiyans, just to spot where he goes whenever he wants to be alone. You think you’re being clever by trying to hide your ki, but he’s smarter than that. He knows that you’re following him.

You both arrive at this beautiful cliffside tucked away in the jungle. The rush of the waterfall fills your ears as you land nearby. You look around at all the fauna and flora. A few birds cry out as you and Vegeta arrive, and this makes you laugh. Vegeta turns around and he’s got a playful smirk on his face.

“So, you wanted to see where I go when I want to be alone, hm?” he asks you, his eyes alight with something you’ve never seen before.

You smile shyly, “Yes.”

He takes your hand, and you feel just how soft his gloves are. You give it a gentle and comforting squeeze before you two fly to the top of the waterfall.

“Let me be alone with you,”

[dessertpanda]

Entitled Bitch (PT4 Of Goku x V Daughter)

PT1 PT2 PT3 Master List

    =Warning of Violence, Child Abuse, cursing, and mention of sex, NonCon but not actrally, mention of slave= Goku x Vegetas daughter Pt3

"MANA HELPP" Y/n and Goku where both snapped from there lovers look at the call that came from Goten, "LET GO OF ME!!" They where both making there way where to Goten was calling from, There in the arms of a furies Bulma was Trunks, she was holding him by his shirt collar. "How dare to speak of matters you have not business in" Bulma hissed. Trunks could escape but not without hurting the woman, so he continued to struggle and held nothing but hatred in his eyes. "I can talk about my mama as I please" He resorted back. The two accessed the situation, Goten was standing near the two, as Vegeta was in a corner simply observing, and Chi-Chi had found her way in a little after Goku and Y/N due to Goten calls. "She isn't your MOTHER" Bulma screamed shaking the boy, "WHY CAN'T YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD??" She was red in the face, "SHE IS MY MOTHER!!! SHE MAY BE MY BLOOD SISTER BUT SHE'S MORE OF A MOTHER THAN YOU EVER WHERE" Trunks had tears, he hated when they talked bad about Y/N, he hated that, he hated they had any right to talk badly about this family, HIS family. Before Bulma could continue, there was a dark aura and sudden warm arm that wrapped around Trunks mid section. Both tensed with fear, "Lets have you put my son down now yea?"  she had a sick smile on and using her other hand she took a tight hold on Bulmas wrist, "Now" She squeezed causing Bulma to wince before letting go of Trunks, who was now safely in Y/N arms. The two women continued to glare at one an other, "I will not allow you to destroy what we have created" Y/N hissed, setting Trunks down and allowing him to run over to where Gohan and Goten stood. "What you created?! I created him! me and MY husband DID!" She screamed taking a shallow swing at Y/N which she easily dodged. "YOU RUINED IT ALL, STOLE MY SON FROM ME" She had tears streaming down her face, she hated Y/N but yet, she had no clue as to why. "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU WITH MY ENTIRE BEING" She took Y/N by her collar and screamed at her face. "JUST LEAVE OR DIE!" as if there was an echo in her mind, Y/N heard those words over and over,  She never had flashbacks, she had killed the girl she was, but it wasn't Bulma screaming them... no it was her creator, her Father.

~Flash Back~

"Lord Friza, what should we do with her?" Radiz asked, holding a little Y/N in his arms, as she happily played with his hair. "Whatever you please, as long as she's fit to breed in years to come" He dismissively waved his hand. "But Sir, she'll be only 6, She's far to young" Radiz stood, protectively holding the girl close. "I don't care" Friza tail swished violently, "I want an army of Sayian hybrids, she'll have to mate with your so called prince" Radiz looked horrified, she was so young, surely he was simply joking, not really expecting Vegeta to have sex with her. "Leave my presence you filthy monkey, and insure that the prince under strands his role" Friza smack Radiz with his tail, which caused Y/N to scream. "AH" She held onto to Radiz more tightly. Friza glared at the two at screamed "JUST LEAVE OR DIE" before He began to move out of the room. She was shaking in his hold, she was smart, she understood what Friza wanted from her but she still played the innocent role. Radiz marched into the Sayians shared room, slamming the door open and startling the other two. "Radiz what the hell?" Vegeta was sitting on a chair, fighting with his scanner. "D-Did you guys know?" Radiz set Y/N down on his bed and watched with sad eyes as she crawled to the corner to keep distance from the three large men. "Know what?" Nappa asked, waking up from his nap, thinking they where under some kind of attack. "What Vegeta is expected to do with the poor girl?" Radiz saw Y/n began to shake, curled up into herself as a way of protection, she was strong, horrifically so, but she was timid, because she was fearful of the punishment that Friza would force on her. "What the hell are you talking about Radiz, and why is the brat in here?" Vegeta asked, his temper only rising. "You.. You're gonna have to mate with her" Radiz spoke in a whisper toned, being the most sympathetic of the others, he was preparing himself to protect this little girl, he would blame his mother for this weakness but he could never bring himself to hate her. "The hell did you say?" Vegeta stood glaring him. "Who the fuck said that?" Vegeta demanded, "LORD FRIZA" Radiz power lever spiked with his temper rising, Y/N let let out a squeel, running under the covers for just a little more protection. "THE HELL TO THAT, I MAY TAKE OVER PLANETS AND WORK FOR A DAMN MONSTER BUT I WILL NOT SNOOP TO THAT" Vegeta yelled, taring the blankets from Y/N as he snatched her, while she kicked and screamed, he held her firmly by her shoulders "YOU HEAR ME BRAT, HE WILL NOT CONTROL US FOR MUCH LONGER" Vegeta proclaimed, making the other Sayians nod, and Y/N looked at the man, processing his words, and held stars in her eyes, he was her savory. Was he the best to follow, no, could he betray her absolutely, but Y/N trusted Radiz and so she trusted Vegeta. However, she wasn't expecting to only have Vegeta in the end.

~ forward in time to after Vegeta and Bulma getting together ~ (I know long time skip, but hey... the other portion of this flash back is sad but if you want to know it all Comment about it and ill write it!)

"Dad, are you really... are you really dating her?" Bulma had never liked Y/N ever since she arrived and had assisted in the attempt to take over the world, but that wasn't the real reason, she was jealous of what Vegeta and Y/N where, what if they suddenly decided it was time for them to mate? what is Friza had genetically changed Y/N to crave Vegeta?? She insured her dislike for Y/N was known, and continued when Vegeta encouraged it. "I know little, but this is our safety, and she's  a very strong woman, very attractive" He was ashamed of himself, he wanted to protect his daughter, and this was the best place... but for him to actually fall for the woman was beyond either of their wildest dreams. "Listen little, to keep the woman happy, I'm gonna have to pretend to hate you," Her eyes went wide, "D-daddy what are you talking about?" She grabbed onto his arm, confused and hurt, "I love you Y/N but please understand" as he tried to explain again but Bulma walked in, "YOU WORTHLESS BRAT JUST LEAVE OR DIE" Vegeta screamed, causing Y/N to Jump and scream before running out the room in tears.

~Back to present time~

Y/N was shocked, she stood their trying to hold back tears as the memories came flooding back, "YOU CANT TALK TO HER LIKE THAT" Goten and Trunks now both stood defending Y/N... Y/N was surprised, her heart ached and her cheeks where warmed by there love. No one had ever truly stepped up to protector her, Vegeta stole her for her safety but never stood toe to toe with Friza for her. Face to face with Bulma the two kids stood, her two kids.... "That is our mother, watch you words" Goten growled. It surprised all of them, usually with an attitude so close to Goku with his carefree spirit, it surprised the others to watch his energy spike and his face to into a look of pure rage. Bulma was taken back, she was so used to having everything go her way, everyone listened to her, everyone like her, everyone feared her, but yet here she is standing in-front of a group who was doing just that. "I AM BULMA BRIEFS, YOU WILL RESPECT ME" She screamed, tears running down her face, her footsteps where heavy and practical stomp her way between the two boys and went straight to Y/N. "YOU'RE A BITCH" She screamed back in Y/N face "YOU STEAL MY BEST FRIENDS HUSBAND" She took a step closer, causing Y/N to take a calm step back "YOU WHERE CREATED TO FUCK MY HUSBAND.... YOUR ADOPTED FATHER!" That got everyone's attention, "BULMA YOU MADE A PROMISE" It was Vegeta who called, "We had an agreement to never out that!" Y/N face had turned a mix of aw struck and rage. 'She had made a promise to keep that a secret' "Bulma what the hell are you talking about?" It was Goku who stepped in now, standing protectively in front of Y/N. His sudden appearance had knocked Bulma on her ass, she was now raging on the floor. "SHE WAS MADE BY FRIZA, HER ONLY PURPOSE WAS TO PRODUCE OFF SPRING OF SAYIAN KIND" She roared, letting everyone in the area know. Gasps where heard from around the room, others mumbling to each other, sum just staring. Every action but Y/N right back into that shy and timid little girl, the one that she thought she had destroyed long ago, but no she was right back, as if she was once again face to face with Friza at the rightful age of 6. "Oh? thats good" Goku said smiling, he seemed to have wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked back to Y/N with a bright smile, waiting for her to return it. Y/N was confused for a moment, but she knew Goku so she also knew that her words didn't exactly mean the same to him as they where to others. "i-uh what?" Bulma was aw struck, Chi Chi had made her way into the room at some point and was assisting the woman up onto her feet. "Goku, didn't you hear?" Chi Chi asked, her face pissed but a hopeful gleam in her eyes, as if the news would disgust him. "yeah! and man am I relieved, when she said Vegeta" He huffed shaking his head, hand holding Y/Ns tightly, "I thought that meant we couldn't have kids,but then she said Sayian so now I know" Everyone was flabbergasted, and a bright blush covered Y/N face, "Goku?! KIDS?! WITH HER?" Chi Chi screamed before fainting. "I mean yeah, we already have 2 kids, why not a couple more?"

~Time skip~

The tension, the fighting, the hatred, it all dispersed. With a long and tearful explanation from Y/N and Vegeta, the group seemed to have grown an understanding in a way, the bridge had be burned but some people where making efforts to rebuild it. They knew it would never be the same, not as strong, not as close, it never was with Y/N in the first place, but for Goku that fact stayed true. He loved Y/N more than he could ever express. It was the way she walked, fought, treated the boys, treated him!. She let him live how he wanted while simultaneously keeping him in line, unlike Chi Chi, who forced him into things. Sure they had arguments but they both refused to go to bed fighting, so sometimes they'd simply settle it with a spar. Their wedding was grand, they invited very few people, Vegeta was there to walk Y/N down the aisle and played Gokus best man, and Krillen, Piccolo and Gohan acted as his Groomsmen. As for Y/N she didn't have many bridesmaids, Videl stood as one, as well as her and Gohans new little baby but other than them, that was all she had. She was happy at least, She never thought she would get married in the first place but now she is, a ring on her finger, 2 young boys that call her Ma, and "Y/N YOU SHOULDN'T BE SPARING IN YOUR CONDITION" Gohan and Videl had stopped by for a visit, and where horrified to see Y/N 5 months pregnant sparing with Goku.... Come on now you know the Sons, they work fast, but who said a little baby bump would stop them from doing what they love? Nobody, exactly!!

-Man that took a while, I'm so sorry, have had a lot going on but I feel so good getting this done.  I Hope you'll enjoyed, i was departing on making this idea, like its own kinda thing! If you want more of this let me know and send me some ideas, but for now thats the end of this story! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

[cherryrainn]

Hi! Can I get some headcanons for Broly (DBS), Frieza, and Raditz accidentally injuring their S/O while they're having a nightmare? Thank you and I hope you're having a good day!

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─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; broly (dbs) + reader, frieza + reader, raditz + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; ughhh i literally love writing for dragon ball so much thank you and i hope you're having a fantastic day as well!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; accidental physical harm, injuries, nightmares

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙔 ★

broly's nightmares are intense, and sometimes he thrashes around in his sleep without realizing it.

one night, in the midst of a particularly vivid nightmare, broly accidentally flinches and throws a punch, hitting you in the process.

the punch isn't meant for you, but due to broly's sheer strength, it ends up causing some injuries.

you wake up in pain, and broly, still caught in the nightmare, is startled and immediately snaps awake when he sees you hurt.

broly's eyes would widen in horror, and he quickly tries to assess the damage, his usually calm demeanor replaced with genuine concern.

he's not great with words, so he apologizes in his broken earth language, looking genuinely distressed.

broly, despite his fearsome appearance, is surprisingly gentle as he helps you tend to your injuries, doing his best to be careful.

he stays with you until you're comfortable again, and even after, he's visibly upset about what happened.

broly becomes hesitant about sleeping next to you, afraid that he might hurt you again, but he still wants to be close.

over time, you reassure him that you understand it was an accident, and you work together to find ways to prevent it from happening again.

𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙕𝘼 ★

frieza, despite being a tyrannical space emperor, has his fair share of nightmares.

one night, he's caught in a particularly unsettling dream, and in his sleep, he lashes out with his tail, accidentally hitting you.

frieza wakes up abruptly when he senses you're in pain, his eyes wide with shock as he realizes what happened.

frieza doesn't apologize immediately; instead, he's more focused on making sure you're okay.

he assesses the damage with a mix of concern and irritation, not happy that he inadvertently hurt you.

frieza's not one for verbal apologies, but he makes it up by taking extra care of you while you recover, attending to your needs without being asked.

despite his tough exterior, frieza feels a sense of guilt that lingers long after the incident.

he becomes slightly more cautious about sleeping close to you, but deep down, he still wants to protect you, even in his dreams.

frieza's attempts at comfort might be a bit awkward, but he tries his best, offering a mix of practical help and snarky remarks.

𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙕 ★

raditz is known for his warrior spirit, but even he has his nightmares.

he's caught in a particularly intense dream, and in his sleep, raditz accidentally kicks you, caught up in the imaginary battle.

you wake up with a start, clutching your side where raditz's powerful kick landed. the guy's got some strength!

raditz, still half-asleep, quickly realizes what he's done, and his eyes widen in shock and concern.

raditz immediately apologizes, his voice a mix of genuine worry and awkwardness.

he sits next to you, running a hand through his unruly hair, feeling guilty about the unintentional injury.

raditz tries to make it up to you by being extra attentive, fetching whatever you need and offering an assortment of snacks.

raditz is surprisingly gentle as he helps you with any injuries, trying not to feel too bad about the accident.

he's a bit sheepish about sleeping close to you afterward, afraid he might accidentally launch you into orbit or something.

you both learn to laugh about the incident, turning it into a quirky story to share with others.

[xcherricutie]

➤ Messy

Vegeta x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count - 1.5k

Summary - Vegeta is a clean freak with anger issues and pent up emotions, and decides to take it out on you for fun.

Notes: This is my first time posting here. I am from Wattpad, so I don't know tumblr etiquette, apologies.

“Your habits are disgusting and you’re a mess.”

He would follow you around and criticize you for what felt like hours on end. It was enough to drive anyone mad, and he did it to you on purpose. He was a man on a mission, out to make your life as miserable as possible. That’s just how it was, being acquainted with the prince of all saiyans. It didn’t matter if you tried to avoid him, he would find you, and he would let you know of every flaw in your life. Almost as if he took a sick satisfaction in seeing you wallow in your own misery and insecurities. 

“Vegeta, her house is none of your business,” Bulma scolded with a harsh glare, slapping your discarded napkin out of his hand. You hadn’t had the time to clean up your living space before Bulma and Vegeta dropped by, unannounced. You didn’t mind surprise visitors, but Vegeta was an exception. Every single time he came by, which had become noticeably more frequent, you made absolutely sure that he could not find a single reason to complain or nitpick. You were simply thankful Bulma was there to keep her dog on his leash. 

“Sorry for the mess,” you forced through grit teeth with a smile, before your face relaxed as your eyes landed on Bulma. “What brings you here? You’re not one for random visits.” 

“Right, sorry,” Bulma chuckled, brushing some strands of her azure hair behind her ear, glancing over at Vegeta as he tip-toed through the specks of dirt in your carpet. Bulma rolled her eyes at the dramatic saiyan, sighing. “I need you to keep an eye on him. I don’t really trust him to be alone at Capsule Corp., and my mom and dad are out on vacation. I’ve got a big workload on my hands and can’t deal with him right now. I’ll pay you good, I promise.” 

You wanted to say no. You wanted to tell both of them to get out of your house and never come back. Babysitting Vegeta could have perhaps been Bulma’s most unreasonable request for you. He had not been on Earth for long, and yet had antagonized you more than anyone. You rarely even showed your face at Capsule Corp. anymore because of the man. And Bulma was your best friend that you visited nearly daily for years. She knew how much you hated Vegeta. 

And yet, when she pulled the wad of cash out of her pocket, you immediately found yourself agreeing to the impossible task. Bulma’s payments were usually unreasonable amounts, as if the stack of paper zenni she handed to you was less than allowance money for her. It felt wrong to take, but what could you say? You were living independently in the city - you needed any cash you could get. Even if it meant spending a day with the most annoying being in the universe. 

As soon as Bulma had left, it was not long before Vegeta started to act up. He almost acted like a prepubescent boy at times, unable to properly convey his feelings, resorting to anger to vent. You had even made a point to clean up around the house so he wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable, but some of the things he complained about were unreasonable. 

“The geometry of your living space is poorly designed, woman,” Vegeta commented as he stood in the midst of your living room, looking around at the furniture. You rolled your eyes as you vacuumed the carpet, tuning his voice out. 

“Nobody is stopping you from just leaving. You hate all of us, I don’t understand why you continue to torture yourself on this planet,” you muttered, unsure if he heard you over the vacuum. You didn’t care much if he did or not, barely having the energy to speak to or at him. 

“I’m waiting for Kakarot to come back to this miserable planet. But I’m starting to doubt he will,” Vegeta said as he placed his hands on his hips, searching for more things in your house to nitpick about. You had done a pretty good job hiding things for him to complain about. 

“Maybe he’s avoiding you,” you said with a smirk at the idea. You would not blame Goku one bit if he was avoiding the entire Earth because of Vegeta’s presence. Vegeta did not find your comment very funny as his head whipped to your direction, glaring harshly. 

“Then I would track him down and drag him to this miserable planet to humiliate him in front of his loved ones,” Vegeta sneered, lip raised in a slight snarl, as if the mere assumption were the most offensive thing he’d ever heard. 

“Is it really that hard to accept that somebody doesn’t like you and doesn’t want to see you? I really don’t understand you, Vegeta,” you stood up straight as you turned off the vacuum, turning to glare at him. “You antagonize people on purpose, and then get mad when everyone leaves. What do you want from us? Why won’t you just leave?” 

“My business is none of your concern, woman. I suggest you close your mouth and not utter a single sound from now on, unless you really want to see what antagonistic looks like. I could put you through a world of misery with words alone, I haven’t done anything to you yet.” Vegeta’s harsh eyes stared into your soul, as if knowing you weren’t going to listen. He had been here less than a year, and yet knew you would not stand for such nonsense. 

“This is my house! I suggest you shut up if you know what’s good for you, asshole!” You yelled, leaning closer to his face. His warm breath hit your face as he scoffed, looking down at you as if he were so high and mighty. He was barely three inches taller than you.

“I could destroy you, and this house, and this whole planet in a matter of seconds if I wished. Your empty threats mean nothing to me, human.” Vegeta smirked down at you. That was your breaking point as your hand moved on its own. Even Vegeta found himself shocked by your sudden movement as your hand left its mark across his cheek, its shape searing into his cheek. Head turned from the sudden force, Vegeta stared at you with wide eyes, as if to let his brain process the attack on him. You expected him to blow up. You needed to gain control, fast. You would rather your house remained intact by the time Bulma returned. 

“Wh-What’s with the surprised look? Didn’t think a girl could hit you? Bet you’re completely smitten, huh?” Your face lit up like a lightbulb, cheeks burning as you smirked, watching his every muscle movement. You didn’t even mean for the words to escape your lips, but as they did, you knew you were dead. “You want to kiss me so bad, huh, Vegeta?” 

You saw the blush bloom across his cheek, making your hand mark burn ever brighter. That was the first time you had ever seen an emotion other than anger or pride on his face. But the view did not last long, as you suddenly found your vision obscured, his large frame right in your face, his lips connected to yours. This was an unexpected development, to say the least. 

His touch sent lightning through your nerves as his hands uncharacteristically gently slid up your arms, gloved fingers brushing over your cheeks. His kiss was soft, as if to show you everything he had been unable to get across before, many emotions flowing through one small touch. That one small touch, however, began to grow more desperate as Vegeta grabbed your shoulders, firmly pressing his lips to yours. Your scent was intoxicating, and every little jolt of electricity to his nerves sent him spiraling through his pent-up emotions even more. 

It wasn’t until your palms were pressed to his chest, trying to push him off, that he broke from his much-needed kiss. You stared up at Vegeta in surprise, watching many emotions flow through his dark pupils, before he finally came to his senses. You were pushed away, although much softer than you would have expected, his warmth pulling away from you as he left you standing there. He plopped down onto the sofa, sinking into the cushions as he crossed his arms, avoiding meeting your gaze. Your eyes stayed glued to him for a moment longer, before you let out a silent scoff, smiling in amusement. 

Vegeta had not uttered so much as a word after that. No more comments on her habits or appearance, no more jabs at her life and home. He had sat silently at her side, stealing glances at her every once in a while as she read her book in peace. And perhaps it was the cleaner environment, or just something in him beginning to bloom, but you looked much better than when he had shown up. 

And you weren’t sure if it was just the sunlight hitting him at just the right spot, or if he just looked like this when he wasn’t constantly raging, but Vegeta had a different look about him, almost a glow. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought.

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

DBZ boys react to their s/o slapping them playfully

Warning: Fluff, SFW

Feat: Goku, Beerus, Frieza, and Whis

Son Goku

-A Little Shocked by your Sudden action and ask you “Uh Y/N? Why did you do that?” In a very Confused Tone

-and if you laugh it off saying that it was just only a habit of yours Goku will just laugh it out and give your head a pat “That's Quite odd habit of yours Y/N~Chan”

Lord Beerus

-Like Goku he'll be also shocked when you that especially when both of you were having a good time together

-Beerus will stare at you “Why did you that???” He ask and if you laugh there are two scenarios that may happens to you first he will Blow your brains our ir Second he will just let it slide because he loves you more than anything

-and When you apologise and tell him that it was just a strange habit of yours Beerus will just give you a scoff and tells you to (its okay to) not do it again

Frieza

-Stunned as f when you do that

-Frieza will give you a wtf look while he cross his arms up to his chest “ohohohoho You got the nerves now y/n~chan” He will amusingly stare at you until you embarrassingly Avert your eyes away

-This Tyrannical Emperor will cage you between into his strong arms “Forgive me Lord Frieza I didn't mean.. It was just some sort of a weird habit of mine when I'm excited or Happy” After you explain everything to him Frieza will pinch your cheek and tells you that he knows because he noticed of how you slap his Subordinates when you're excited about something (Poor Zarbon and Ginyu Forces)

Whis

-Like Goku and Frieza. Whis actually does not mind it at all therfore he'll be a little bit shocked about your Action

-He will ask you why did you do it and when you tell him that it was just your odd habit he will be just like “Ok” and “That's Odd but cute” Before making his way towards the food that you had prepared for him

[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.