#goku is so. fucking hard to figure out.

[colortraks]

urmm quick and dirty thing i havent posted any art in a while but i thiiink ☝️ i have figured out how i wanna draw these two

[rose-ramblings]

here, have a wip. cuz i'm feeling generous today

[destiny-smasher]

What do you like about Nemona

Gahhh, fuck me, that's a bit hard to summarize.

But I have been meaning to do a write up to explain it to people in my personal life. Maybe this is a good excuse to get around to doing so. I'll try to cover the important stuff while not getting as deep into specifics as I honestly could. It'll still be an informal short essay, though, lol

In Pokemon SV, the player enrolls in a fancy Academy on a remote island nation of sorts (inspired by Spain). They meet Nemona after choosing their starter Pokemon, and Nemona offers to the school's director to adopt a starter herself to 'coach/mentor' the player character. You see, unlike any other 'rival trainer' before her, Nemona is already a Champion. Before your character sets foot in the Paldea region, Nemona has already gone through the entire song and dance of Gym Battles and all that, and attained the highest rank a trainer can in the region. She's completely obsessed with Pokemon battling and has become bored of being 'the best' because no one wants to battle her, for various reasons. So she views you, a newcomer, as an opportunity to test herself as a 'mentor/senpai/big sis' figure as well as essentially 'New Game+-ing' herself for sheer love of the game that is Pokemon battling.

People consistently call her 'the girl Goku', but I ain't seen Dragonball Z, so I can't comment on that much. But she is a very enthusiastic, cheerful, determined, battle hungry person who is very into self-growth and self-improvement. At the end of the day, she wants a true rival, someone she doesn't need to hold back with, and who she can look to as a consistent figure in her life. She is very eager and hyperactive about connecting with people through battling.

A lot of people who play the game get offput by her, and she gets branded as a 'yandere' archetype (ie obsessed with the player character to a horror-inducing degree). She gets meme'd as being 'creepy' and 'obsessed' and all that, depicting her eagerness as mental illness and a bad thing.

(gif from a fan animation)

When her behavior stems from positive emotions and a desire for mutual growth and connection, not specifically ownership or possession -- to Nemona, a person who just obeyed whatever she would want of them would defeat the point. That's not what a rival does -- they push back, after all. Within the context of the SV plotline, she is bored of being Champion all by herself, and wants to train someone else to reach her same level, which is why she is so invested in you, the player character, following you around everywhere and being that 'big sis' archetype. There's some selfishness in there, for sure -- she wants a proper rival for herself, someone she never has to hold back with -- but given her social obligations and reputation within the Academy/region, she also I think wants to prove she is capable of handling herself as a mentor figure, prove to herself that she didn't become a Champion by luck or accident (if she can help someone else do what she did, then it wasn't just a fluke, she really does know what she's doing, etc.), and also help prove to her fellow students that she's really not as intimidating as they think she is.

And yet, people both in AND out of the game are quick to write this intense, protective behavior off as 'insane' and 'creepy' -- and as someone who very regularly got called a 'creep' through to the end of college for literally just trying to make friends,' I almost take it personally when I see people label Nemona as a 'yandere' type. It has its comical use and all but I still find it kind of hurtful in a way.

(Art by MagDraws)

Because that's the thing -- if you pay attention to what little story there is in SV (it's not exactly a complex narrative), Nemona's character is essentially a metaphor for neurodivergent/queer people who have hearts bursting with affection and passion for their hobbies yet who struggle with loneliness and isolation as they put off most people from keeping them around.

But at the end of the day, Nemona is just neurodivergent, her special interest is Pokemon battling, and she is simply desperate for human connection -- and battles are just the way she feels most comfortable doing that.

And the world would be a better place if people like me or Nemona were able to become self aware at a young enough age to start managing our behavior, (which she is shown to be learning to do!) while ALSO having a general population that is more open-minded and understanding to the idea that 'oh huh that person's brain is electrically overcharged and they love people and hobbies maybe way way more than I do but that's FINE as long as they're not hurting anyone'

As a youth, I just... kinda got great grades, made honor roll, etc. And it felt like I wasn't really trying? So adults around me thought I was 'gifted', or 'naturally talented'. But in reality, I think I was just neurodivergent, and since I struggled to make friends, and physically wasn't able to see them outside of school due to various factors, I just... ended up focusing on my schoolwork instead. So that's one way I relate with her retroactively -- she is a model student, yet ironically has a bad reputation amongst many.

(HOWEVER, Nemona comes from a RICH family and I came from a poor one, there was some big racial tension dynamics at play in my early gradeschool years, familial breakup shit, soooo there's some very different dynamics at play there)

Another thing I adore about her and connect with in a way no one else in my life does -- she loves one-on-one competitions with others through battles. I don't love physically fighting people, I'm a super non-violent person in reality. But I love fighting games, it's my favorite genre. And there's specific philosophical elements to enjoying fighting games that I think most people don't click with that she and I do.

She is here to GROW, to learn, to improve, to have fun regardless of winning or losing, because the act of spending time engaged with another person, figuring each other out, testing yourselves mutually, is enjoyable and edifying regardless.

That 'warrior's path' of self improvement and enjoyment and growth regardless of the outcome of battle is something I very much connect with and it's great to see a character who feels likewise while also having elements of interpersonal struggles in spite of or even because of the way she functions differently than other people. Again, I don't know much about Goku, but I get the impression he is good at making and keeping friends, while Nemona is bad at it.

On top of this, Nemona has extra wrinkles to her character -- she's physically disabled. The game is vague about it, as Pokemon always is. But she wears an arm brace because she throws a LOT of pokeballs with all the battling she does, and she seems to have some kind of issue there, physically. Also, despite how GOOD she is at battling, she is terrible at catching Pokemon, and seemingly at doing the exploration aspects of being a trainer. She canonically has poor stamina and wears herself out easily -- which, given how high-energy she is as a person, probably happens constantly. So it's also strongly suggested that she spends time not just training all of her Pokemon (she juggles multiple teams, yet another fighting-game esque thing I relate with, as I tend to juggle many characters and not stick to a single main or team), but she also trains herself, physically, to try and keep up with her 'mons, but also as a means of self-growth/improvement in general.

I won't post the examples but trust me, there are many subtle but intentional nods alluding to her being physically disabled, and being BAD at core elements of what we expect a Pokemon trainer to be -- exploring the wilderness, catching Pokemon, etc. But she's so passionate about it, she doesn't let her limitations stop her,

So it creates an interesting internal tension imo because she is not only very queer coded, very neurodiverse coded, but ALSO disabled coded. But she hides her internal struggles by essentially avoiding having to confront them, generally speaking (which itself is ripe for narrative development). Sadly, the game never brings this to a head in way (it's Pokemon, so of course it doesn't). But the ingredients are all there, especially when you add characters like Penny, Arven, and Scarlet into account -- as well as implied expectations from her rich family, or from the leader of Paldea, Geeta, who implies she wants Nemona to be her protege. And I haven't even mentioned that Nemona is Class President, meaning she's actively taking on social responsibility for her peers even though she gets shit talked behind her back for being so obsessed with battling and getting in people's faces with her over-eager desire to bond with/battle them.

This right here -- this is the specific core element of her character I personally connect with that, somehow, no fictional character I've met so far has put into the exact right words with enough context for me to believe them.

From my youth to even now as a full grown adult, I have experienced this feeling my entire life, whether with family, at school, at the workplace, even in most online spaces -- an 'invisible wall' between me and everyone else, and for a VERY LONG TIME I had convinced myself it was because something about me was 'broken' and 'not right'. But now, in part thanks to characters like Nemona, and the discussions around/about said characters, I can see that my brain just functions differently from other people, and a I grow and self-teach myself how to manage my own behaviors/expectations, I can better appreciate all kinds of relationships in life without needing to let go of or sacrifice that internal flame that used to threaten to consume most people I cared about -- that fear of being 'too much' or 'too intense' in my own ways (ways better expressed through text interaction than in person, to be fair, but again, MOST of my social life has been online my entire life, so yeah).

Like Nemona, I found people in my life who accept me for who I am, and blablabla all that cliche shit. But in Nemona, as I do with a rare few other characters in media (Vi from Arcane, Luz from The Owl House), I see a specific element of myself I don't elsewhere, and sadly did not see often growing up. A balance between ferocity and determination paired with unending affection and love. A desire to never give up on people, no matter what, and to be open to change both internal and in others. In Nemona's case, specifically, that element of neurodiverse passion matched with sheer loneliness -- that 'invisible wall'.

No matter what, she never gives up, in battles or socially.

I could go on into specific examples but I've said enough here to get the ideas across, I'm sure.

Oh, and as a sidenote, I think she has a great character design -- it's SIMPLE but recognizeable. The combo of color-coded gear (red/white/black, my favorite outfit color scheme), a arm brace, and accented hair. Her design feels like a plausible human being, but with a bit of 'anime bangs' syndrome.

I should probably mention -- I don't like Pokemon SV as a video game! I am like 160k words of fanfiction into telling a Pokemon story and I think the game itself is stinky garbage barely holding itself together with duct tape and a corporate prayer.

But unlike any other generation of the franchise, Pokemon SV presents a cast of characters with defined personality strengths, weaknesses, and varied backstories, who start the game as strangers, and by the end begin to dip their toes into 'found family' territory. For the first time in the entire franchise, I actually give a shit about the characters, about seeing them grow and connect with each other, because the overarching theme of SV's story, what little it has, is about isolation, outcasts, loneliness, and how found families form.

And Nemona's kind of the heart of all of that, the endlessly hopeful, energetic, eager one that will never give up on you, that irrationally throws affection at you, seemingly for no 'good reason' -- because just being a person who tolerates her and her 'too much'-ness is itself reason to be grateful for your presence in a world where she feels isolated from most everyone else simply by being herself.

Maybe this answers your question!

[tobiasdrake]

Haven't had a chance to talk much about the Ginyus yet, so here we go. Talking about the Ginyu Tokusentai/Ginyu Force/Dairy Special Forces requires putting them into context with the greater Dragon Ball universe around them.

Something that has always been incredibly limiting for Dragon Ball's worldbuilding is that, despite much of the brand being about presenting Goku with new ladders to climb, Goku doesn't climb ladders. He leaps from ladder-top to ladder-top.

What this means is, Toriyama had a tendency to be hyperbolic with the challenges Goku was presented. Toriyama doesn't pit Goku against powerful foes. He pits Goku against the most powerful foe, then has to sit back and figure out another arena for Goku to go fight the champion of.

This creates issues of perspective. We don't get to see a lot of development of the worlds Toriyama creates because Goku only shows up to fight the Very Most Powerful Guy and then leaves. And this also means we don't get to see what being the Very Most Powerful Guy means relative to people who are not.

If you followed Dragon Ball Super, you might have noticed that issue with the Tournament of Power. The way the story leaps straight from "Multiple universes exist" to "Goku vs. The Strongest in Universe 6" and then to "Goku vs. The Strongest Guy in the MULTIVERSE!" without even stopping to breathe.

What is that universe even about? Who knows? But this guy sure is their STRONGEST GUY. And that's something that's been with Dragon Ball... honestly, since all the way back at the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai when his second arc adversary was the Earth's legendary ultimate martial arts master.

The whole concept of aliens enters the Dragon Ball universe by way of Raditz introducing the Strongest Alien Race in the Universe.

Shortly after that, Goku is fighting the Strongest Saiyan, who is technically referred to as Strongest in the Universe... right up until a retcon introduces the Planet Trade Organization and Goku fights Frieza, the Actual Strongest in the Universe For Realsies.

So. Yeah. It's hard to get a sense of perspective for how powerful our guys are when they leave Earth because they only ever brush elbows with outlier titans.

But to give some idea, we already know that Earthlings are considered to be a pretty weak species.

Raditz's arrival retroactively explains Goku's destructive Oozaru transformations. This thing?

This is the Doom of the Earth. The planet-killer meant to exterminate every last human being on this planet. Boy, sure would be fun to be in the ring with that, huh?

It's also clearly touching down outside of the ring so I don't know why this wasn't a ringout. Since when is the waiting room's rooftop considered part of the stage? But I digress.

When Goku was three years old, his Oozaru was measured to be sufficient to slaughter this world. That is how weak Earth is on the scale. By contrast, Namek is considered to be one of the more powerful worlds. Vegeta describes Namekian fighters as "extraordinary".

That's something we get to see for ourselves, when Extraordinary Namekian Fighters happen to Frieza Force soldiers like a typhoon.

This is what's considered extraordinary on a standard galactic scale. These are three warriors from one of the stronger races in the universe tearing apart soldiers whose job is to exterminate races. Once they start fighting, Dodoria reads their battle powers as 3,000.

For comparison, Raditz was said to be equivalent to a Saibaman at 1,200. We never got a read on Nappa but he found the idea of Kakarot being at 5,000 unbelievable enough to go into denial, and he shit himself over 8,000.

So, with that in mind, we can understand that these nameless Namekian nobodies are pretty fucking tough, well within the realm of Saiyan ability. They're also familiar with advanced martial arts concepts like ki suppression that the Planet Trade doesn't understand.

There's probably a reason why, despite Namek apparently being well known to the Planet Trade, nobody's seen fit to gentrify this one yet. This is a fight Frieza's more elite forces can win, to be sure. But also, there are easier pickings to be had.

And then we have the Saiyans, said to be the most powerful race in the universe. Raditz, a loser scrub who doesn't know a thing about martial arts, is able to thoroughly humiliate Goku and Piccolo in terms of sheer stats, even after Goku's been trained by Popo.

This guy is the Saiyan equivalent of Appule. Goku's been personally trained by God's right-hand attendant, and Piccolo is the reincarnation of God's evil counterpart; These are not humans of this planet, but two guys who demonstrated five years ago that they're in a realm beyond the humans.

And this loser is still doing this to them. This is what a low-rate Saiyan looks like.

And this is what a Saiyan elite looks like:

Like I said, we're never given an official reading on Nappa but he found 5,000 BP to be ridiculous for Goku to have and 8,000 to be unthinkably terrifying. The Daizenshuu pegs him at 4,000, but they also peg Piccolo at 3,500 which would mean Piccolo and Nappa are closely matched.

I don't know about you but I don't see it. But that may just be me.

In any case, this gives us a general understanding of how powerful the races of the universe are. Earthlings weak. Namekians strong. Saiyans strongest. And then there's outliers.

Throughout the universe, there are... mutants. On rare occasions, an individual is born to a race who have vastly, unbelievably, ridiculously, stupidly tremendous ki.

The Planet Trade employs these mutants for their upper staff. Zarbon and Dodoria are mutants, as are the Ginyus and even Frieza himself. Especially Frieza. The reason we've never gotten elaboration on Frieza's race is because Toriyama didn't want Frieza's traits to be taken as indicative of a whole people.

According to interview, Cold was born with abnormally high power and cruelty for his race, and these traits were passed down to his son Frieza. Whatever species they came from, it is nothing like them.

They're not the only ones. The Planet Trade collects and employs these uniquely ultra-powerful mutants for its elite forces. The Saiyans are the strongest race in the universe, but these mutants are the strongest individuals in the universe.

To grasp how powerful these guys are relative to the rest of the universe, we need to talk Saiyans again for a moment. Raditz? Raditz was the yardstick for what the bottom-tier of Saiyans was. He made Earthlings look like trash, but he would have been eaten alive by those unnamed Namekian warriors.

However, a Saiyan's true strength lies in the Oozaru. Goku as an Oozaru was meant to be able to reduce the standing population of the Earth to 0. Raditz, as an Oozaru? Would still have gotten his teeth kicked in by Vegeta, the Saiyan super-elite. He is so ridiculous, he could win a straight fight with the planet-killing Oozaru.

...I mean, not after being beaten within an inch of his life and taking a Genki-Dama to the face, he can't. But if Vegeta were still at the top of his game, this would be a very different fight.

Meanwhile, the Ginyu Force.

So. Yeah. By the time we get to them, we are far beyond the ordinary limits of the universe. Saiyans are the strongest race, and Vegeta's pressing up against the limit of Saiyan ability. He's one Zenkai away from breaking through the Saiyan ceiling. Goku already has.

And these mutants they're up against are the most powerful freak aberrations of unexplained super-ki ever to have occurred anywhere in space.

IIRC it's never directly stated but for reference, Broly would probably be considered a mutant. Whether he is or isn't, he makes as a pretty solid equivalence. These guys are to their respective races what Broly is to Saiyans. What Uub is to humans.

This is all vital context for understanding the way the Ginyu Force fights.

Because.

Like.

You need to understand.

These guys suck.

On purpose.

From a technical standpoint, they're not good fighters. They're sloppy. Poorly trained around big showy moves that are meant to look cool. Style over substance.

This is because they can get away with it. They are the most powerful beings in the universe; Powerful on a scale that is an order of magnitude beyond everybody else that exists. Even the Saiyans look like shit next to these mutants.

Saiyan super-elite hits Recoome with everything he's got right in the face at point-blank range.

And the mutant takes it like a fucking champ. Vegeta's about to be killed by a man who keeps pausing to do this.

The Ginyu Force is badly trained on purpose. Which isn't to say that they're trained to lose fights, but rather that they aren't trained to compete with an equivalent rival. They can afford a martial style focused entirely on showmanship because there is no competition for them. They're too powerful to ever lose fights. Nobody else in the known universe even compares to their mutant might.

Which, as previously noted, is something Frieza is also afflicted by, in different ways. There is no reason for the Ginyus to hone their skills the way the Earthlings do because. Like. Who's going to challenge them? They're naturally born into being top of the field by a wide margin. They're going to auto-win every fight they ever involve themselves in, so their idea of self-improvement is centered instead on looking as cool as possible while they do it.

This is precisely what the Muten-Roshi worked so hard to prevent Goku from becoming.

Something else I mentioned before is that Trunks demonstrates his serious goal-oriented nature by never naming any of his techniques. He has some distinct and identifiable moves, but none of them have a formal name that he shouts out when firing them. He's here to get the job done, not to show off.

The Ginyus are in the opposite boat. They know they can't lose fights, so they are absolutely, 100% here to show off. They name the shit out of their techniques.

Flying knee? Nah, bro. That is a Recoome Kick.

Running in and throwing a punch? Nuh-uh. Recoome Mach Attack.

Lobbing a ki blast at the opponent? Crusher Ball.

These basic attacks are given huge, flashy names. And, I need to specify, they're English names. Moves like the Kamehameha or Taiyoken or Sokidan or Makankosappo also have names but they tend to be Japanese names with descriptive meanings.

Turtle Destruction Wave, signature move of the Turtle School of martial arts.

Fist of the Sun, an intense blinding art.

Winding Ki Bullet, a remote-operated bullet of ki that Yamcha can manipulate how he likes.

Demon Piercing and Killing Light Gun, a Mazoku technique that pierces and kills.

This is not the same thing. These guys are screaming exotic English words to look cool while throwing hands. "RECOOME KICK!!!" Recoome screams in English as he throws a kick.

There is only one other character in Dragon Ball who fights like this.

That's right. Recoome Kick is the same kind of thing as Satan Miracle Special Ultra Super Megaton Punch. All shouted in English as well. The Ginyu Force is what Mr. Satan would be if he was as formidable as the world believes he is.

They're showmen, even moreso than the Earthling martial artists who were born for a tournament stage. Hell, some of Recoome's moves are inspired by pro wrestling.

They are the ultimate demonstration, both of the unquestionable might of the Planet Trade's human resources, and of the absolute waste that is the Planet Trade's capitalist philosophy towards martial arts. The PTO doesn't train warriors; They scout the strongest guys their money can buy and give them marching orders of "Get 'em." Their super-elites are no exception.

Except the Captain.

Much like Vegeta was with Nappa, Ginyu is the only one who gets it. He sees Goku's reading and immediately assesses that Goku's suppressing his ki. Ginyu knows his shit. He's just never drilled this kind of information into his soldiers, opting instead for cool-looking battle poses.

It makes sense that he understands ki suppression. He's Frieza's highest-ranking officer, and Frieza is the universe's unparalleled master at ki suppression. The lengths Frieza has gone to for the sake of suppressing ki....

But he hasn't taught it to his men. They're learning flashy modeling poses instead of martial arts.

I guess I can see the logic. Powerful as they are, why would it matter? Those three extraordinary warriors earlier were also suppressing their ki, but a range of 1k to haha actually 3k doesn't mean shit to the Ginyu Force. If nobody's true strength can match them then why waste time on tactical study?

But unlike his soldiers, Ginyu himself has the spirit of a martial artist. He doesn't waste time on battle poses or scream "GINYU FLYING PUNCH" in English when he throws a punch or do elaborate two-minute windups for his signature moves.

He's even pretty good at reading people. Ginyu lowballs Goku at 60k before the fight, but reassesses after he's traded blows with Goku a few times and estimates 85k instead.

Goku's official non-suppressed Battle Power at this point in time is 90k. So 85k is a pretty fucking good estimate for a guy who can't sense ki. Ginyu knows his shit. He's as reliant on tech as the rest of the PTO but he's experienced enough to have a strong understanding of what various levels fight like.

This is especially impressive when you remember that he's never fought someone at 90k before. Remember, further up, when he first judged Goku as 60k? He was getting excited about his lowball 60k estimate and saying he's never had a chance like this before.

If he's never fought 60k, he's certainly never fought 85k. He just. Knows enough about how lower levels fight that he can apply that knowledge and extrapolate to higher levels. It's an impressive estimation that demonstrates his experience. Ginyu isn't just the second-most powerful guy in the Planet Trade. He's the best martial artist in the Planet Trade, bar none.

He's also got a... theoretically cool ultimate technique that utterly sucks in practice: Body Change.

He may be the best martial artist in the Planet Trade but he's got nothing on martial arts master and analytical counter-fighter Son Goku. It takes Goku no time at all to realize that Ginyu's technique sucks. He doesn't know how to fight with Goku's ki.

Ginyu-Goku thinks this body will give him 180k BP because that's what he read on the Scouter when Goku used the Kaio-ken. But not only does Ginyu not know how to perform Kaio-ken, he doesn't even know how to use Goku's ki at all. It's not his. It doesn't work the same way. In Goku's body, Ginyu's reduced to a distressing 23k BP when Jeice reads him.

He's not just failing to put out Kaio-ken power. He's getting his teeth kicked in by Krillin. It's embarrassing.

I've heard the theory go around that Ginyu started out weak and worked his way up via Body Changing anyone that was ever stronger than him, but I'm not convinced that's the case. Because this right here? This seems like a critical flaw. It's hard to believe he'd be entirely ignorant of this drawback if he's ever seriously used this technique before.

Ginyu being incompatible with a Body Changed host's ki doesn't seem like something an experienced Body Changer would need Goku to explain to him. In practice, the hypothetically awesome technique is bad for reasons Ginyu wasn't able to foresee, not unlike when Tenshinhan brought Shishin no Ken/Multiform to the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. Or Goku's first time attempting Super Saiyan 3 in a living body. Cool in theory but a massive fucking oversight costs him the entire fight.

This seems more likely to be something Ginyu, the only real martial artist in his crew, developed in his own time and showed off to his men. Something he's never actually stress tested, that he's been sitting on and waiting for an opportunity to use in the field.

Whatever the case, it pins an unexpected and interesting capstone on the Ginyu Force. They're a group of clowns who can get away with clownishness because they were born into unparalleled privilege. And they're led by a shockingly well-educated and capable martial artist who's never worked the kinks out of his ultimate technique for lack of adequate competition in a universe that could rarely hope to ever challenge even his weakest man.

[floating-mid-air]

Safe and Sound

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Fun Fact: Future Trunks was my first love as a kid, so it's nice to finally write something with him in it. This is also a bit shorter than my usual fic length, but I'm happy with how it turned out. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. 

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Masterlist

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Paring: Future Trunks X F Reader

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You slide the glass door open, stepping out onto the balcony. The crisp air of the night sends chills down your spine. Gently, you shut the door, not wanting to wake Trunks. You lean over the wooden railing, taking a deep breath, the fresh air invading your lungs. It's been a long day… a constant string of lengthy, neverending days. Bleeding into even worse nights.

You shift your gaze upwards, staring at the night sky. Small amounts of light illuminate from the stars, with no moon in sight. You weren't able to sleep. You never can, tossing and turning for hours before coming outside. Nights are just always the worst. Nothing is worse than absolute silence, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. 

Your heart flutters, your entire body growing stiff, as a loud creak comes from behind. Your body enters fight or flight mode, and in a split second, you instinctively press a button on your watch. A gun materializes from it, appearing in your hands. You aim it straight at the figure's head. "Woah, easy there." A familiar voice invades your ears. You immediately recognize the man standing in front of you as Trunks, his blue hair tousled, giving him a charming case of bedhead. Trunks holds up his hands. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You sigh in relief, slowly bringing the gun down. Your hands tremble with every movement. "Fuck… sorry." You call out faintly, pressing the button once again. The weapon disappears from your hands. He takes a few steps towards you till he's standing right by your side. "Did I wake you?"

"No, not exactly." The blue-haired man shakes his head. "I just… can't sleep when you're not beside me." You turn to him, taking in his features. His blue eyes lack their typical shine, with notable bags under them. It looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Your relationship with Trunks is complicated. You've never really had the time or the luxury to define it. Sometimes, you feel like a couple��� other times, you feel like strangers. And yet, every night, you're beside him. Whether you sleep or not.

 "Rationally, I know we're not in danger," You mutter, turning back to the scenery. "But… every time I close my eyes. I see it. I see… him. It's like he's haunting me."

Trunks places his larger hand atop of yours, gently stroking it with his thumb. "I know what you mean. I get jumpy every time Goku's in the room." There's something about his touch that puts you at ease. Even the simplest gesture can calm your mind. He somehow always knows exactly what you need. You tilt your head, resting it on his broad shoulder. "We're timelines away. You're safe. We're safe."

"I know…" You speak softly, leaning on him. "It just feels like we can never catch a break. Things are too quiet; it's unnerving. There's this small voice in my head that won't shut up. Everything is just too… good."

"We deserve good. After everything we've been through." He intertwines his hand with your own, his long fingers tangling with yours. "There's been so many days… where I didn't think I'd wake up the next. I'm not sure if there will ever be a day when I'm not on edge. I know it's hard… but we can finally breathe for once."

"I don't know if I can. I feel like I'm always looking over my shoulder. Just waiting for the next awful thing to happen." You take a deep breath. "Though, there is one thing that makes me happy here."

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shoot up, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "What's that?"

"Well, it's us. Well, technically, not us. But the younger versions of ourselves." There's a piece of you that envies your younger counterparts. But it's greatly outshined by the comfort you find in it. They get to have the childhood you never had. "They're just so happy and carefree."

"I know what you mean. They get to have the lives we never had the chance to live." He laughs. "Though, they don't seem to like each other much." You've noticed that, too. The pair do not get along at all. You've seen them interact a handful of times. Little Trunks usually sticks to Goten like glue. Opting to stay away from the younger you. 

Several times, you've watched the miniature versions of yourselves fighting. Both physically and verbally. You'll never forget the looks on their faces when they found out that you and Trunks are kind of an item. They were appalled; it was hard for the kids to understand how any version of themselves could end up together. You, however, find all of their interactions adorable. But at the same time, it's a bit strange. It's like watching yourself... but it's an entirely different version of you. You see bits and pieces of yourself in her, but it's also like she's a completely different person. She looks like you did; she sounds like you did, but she hasn't had to grow up fast like you did. So maybe that's where the discrepancies stem from.

"Well, yeah," You grin. "The whole apocalyptic society made you so much less annoying."

He lightly swats your arm. "You're such a jerk," you giggle at his words. "But you're my jerk." 

"Ya… I guess I am." You sigh. Trunks is your rock. He's your stability. You haven't had a home in a long time… but your home is with Trunks. Whether it's a destroyed society or an alternative timeline. He's all you need.

"Hey..." He calls out to you softly. "Talk to me. I wanna know what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours."

"It's just. I wanna be carefree like that." You squeeze his hand, desperate to feel him closer. "I don't want to have to fear for my life... or yours ever again. First, it was the androids. And now it's that monster. It feels like it'll never end. Even if Goku and your father help us and take down Black. It feels like there will be something else around the corner."

"Hey, listen to me," he whispers, cupping your face with his hands. The warmth of his hands envelops your cheeks. "We're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You mean way too much to me. Everything I do. It's all for you… for us… for our future."

"You see a future with me?" Your eyes widen. 

"Are you serious? That's not even a question." The man scoffs at you. "I want you. I want to spend my entire life with you. And even after that. You're all I need."

"Trunks..." You breathly call out, your voice barely a whisper.

"I'm not done." He cuts you off. "I love you. And don't you ever forget that."

His words ignite a fire within you, filling your body with a warm sensation that causes your face to burn hot. "I... I love you too." Before you even know it, you're returning his affection. You know things will get better. As long as you have Trunks by your side. The first step to recovery for you is a sense of safety. And here in this moment, with Trunks by your side. You've never felt safer.

"Come on." He grabs your hand, pulling you back towards the door. "Let's get back to bed. We both need some sleep." He leads you back inside, straight to the bed. Maybe, for once, you'll actually get some much-needed sleep. 

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“Hot to Go!” Vegeta X Saiyan! Fem Reader

Summary: A young Saiyan was sent to Earth from planet Vegeta by her father in a damaged spaceship - delaying her arrival by about 20 years. After an encounter with some familiar faces, Y/N joins the Z-fighters despite a strong dislike for a certain Saiyan Prince, which culminates in an interesting intervention posed by Goku.

Notes and TW’s: MDNI – this fic contains mature content for 18+ viewers only! No use of y/n, female reader, angst, enemies to lovers, contains mentions of popular songs. Also note that I know there aren’t smart phones or current music in Dragon Ball, but I don’t care. Thanks.

Descriptions of pretty graphic violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, recreational drug usage, strong language.

Teensiest bit of bondage and teasing, Vegeta being Vegeta.

13k words

Enjoy! I worked really hard on this one.

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Your arrival on earth was not scheduled, typical, or particularly ornate - needless to say, you hadn't planned on there being a welcoming party. Before you even stepped out of the pod you sensed two very powerful presences awaiting you, and you weren't quite sure what to do with them. 

A hiss of air greeted you as the hatch on your ship slowly opened, your first breath of fresh air, finally, real unfiltered air hit your lungs, and you were exhilarated. 

Your tail swung in the air, catlike and playful as you took in the landscape and two figures, armed with steely glares. Well, one steely glare and one excited expression.

"A Saiyan? How interesting,” said the shorter one, his eyes shifting from you to his companion and back.

"Right? I thought we'd finally met them all! And she seems strong, so this should be fun!” said the taller.

You said nothing as you analyzed them. They certainly looked like Saiyans, with the hair, the physique, but where were their tails? This power too, it was tremendous - you doubted a human could get that strong, but could a Saiyan?

You cracked your knuckles and rolled your shoulders in an effort to shake some of your stiffness as you worked up the nerve to step out of the pod.

The grass beneath your boots was an entirely foreign feeling, springy and slightly damp with morning dew. You marveled at it, nearly unable to switch your attention to the two onlookers.

"I come from planet Vegeta; my father sent me here in this damaged ship to protect me from the destruction of our world by Freiza. Hence my late arrival.”

"Hey, that's something! So, you aren't planning on taking over the planet, or wiping out all humans, or out on a quest for revenge, or anything evil?" Inquired the tall one.

“Uh, no? I wasn't planning on it; I may be a Saiyan but I’m not evil. Maybe because I lived in a spaceship my whole life? My dad was something of a pacifist - or as close as a Saiyan can get to that. He recorded messages to me that taught me to fight for my own safety, but I don't have an ulterior motive for coming here. I just needed somewhere to go. Honest." you told them, and it was true, but you weren’t sure if they believed you, so you kept your distance.

They turned to look at one another, and started talking too quietly for you to hear, seemingly debating whether or not to trust you. After a few moments of deliberating, they waved you over, the short one looking extremely annoyed.

You tucked your tail around your waist tightly and strode over to them; the true force of their power levels became evident as you approached, a tsunami of energy crashed into your senses, and you blanched.

Holy shit am I glad I didn't want to fight these guys; you thought, they're fucking monsters.

As you finally reached the duo you were able to get a closer look at the new faces. The taller one seemed to be running the show, judging by the other's scowl. He had a very distinct hair style that protruded in several directions, and a well-built incredibly muscular body that had you salivating. He was broad shouldered and wore a bright orange outfit, standing out drastically against the otherwise serene and picturesque landscape.

The shorter companion was about your height up close, though his size didn't stop him from drawing your attention. He had a pronounced widows peak, and his hair stood straight up in spikes that appeared to be soft despite their shape. He was also ridiculously muscled, every inch of him toned with precision under a dark blue body suit of what appeared to be a stretchy spandex material. 

"I'm Goku, and this is Vegeta, but you can call me Kakarot! It’s my Saiyan name. Welcome to planet Earth! You seem like an honest enough lady - What do you say to coming back to my place to train? My wife and I have a spare back house you can stay in if you'd like, and we have lots of friends who would love to meet you and help you raise your power level,” said the taller one. 

Wife, you sighed to yourself, there goes that fantasy. 

After a beat of silence he tacked on, “I'm sure you have lots of potential, you spent your whole life in a pod, and we were able to detect you from space! That's pretty impressive for someone who's never been in a fight."

"So, you just want me to train? Train for what?" you asked, incredulous. 

Kakarot snorted, “Um, to fight me, obviously! I want to get even stronger than I am now, and to do that I need strong opponents!”

“So, in exchange for fighting you, I get to live at your house? For free?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

Is this guy nuts? You wondered. 

"Against my better judgement, yes," Vegeta said flatly. 

Despite his grumpy tone, his voice drew your gaze. He glared back, unabashedly. It was nearly imperceptible, but you could’ve sworn he didn’t want to take his eyes off you. They were dark and cold at first glance, but something unrecognizable glimmered beneath their surface. 

You found yourself staring into them for too long, the air heavy with the stagnant conversation and you cleared your throat before tearing your eyes away. 

"I'm sold. Where do I sign?"

Kakarot laughed, "that won't be necessary. Can you fly?"

"I don't know. Never tried," you grinned, "I guess training will start sooner, rather than later.”

Vegeta scoffed and crossed his arms, “I'm not wasting my time on this, knock yourself out, Kakarot,” he huffed and with a whoosh of air he was gone.

"Damn, what the hell is his problem? We seemed to be getting on fine before," You asked, annoyance snaking into your tone. 

Goku chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sure it’s nothing, he’s just grumpy. He’s going through some stuff right now, I guess.”

You stared off into the sky where Vegeta had disappeared. 

How odd. 

“I suppose it’s not my business,” you admitted, “anyway, how do I learn this flying thing?” 

It had been a month since you arrived on Earth, and you were feeling like everything was coming together. 

Your training regimen was intense, multiple workouts a day of a few varieties, ensuring the different muscle groups were getting proper attention, and sparring matches with Vegeta and Kakarot pretty much daily. Goku was a chatter box, and you’d found yourself laughing and talking with him more than you’d ever thought possible. It wasn’t long before you were calling him friend. 

It was odd, you’d never had a group of friends before. The Z-Fighters were a rowdy bunch to say the least, but it was a comfort to be surrounded by people that cared for you, and you cared for in turn. It was unlike anything you had never known.

Bulma and Chi-Chi welcomed you into their makeshift girls only club practically before you could even get your name out of your mouth. They’d introduced you to fashion and makeup and music and all things that you found great joy participating in on Earth, and they were your first real friends. The boys followed suit shortly after, curiosity getting the better of them when it came to a female alien. 

On a sour note, you had only really interacted with Vegeta in passing since that first day. As interesting as you had found him to be upon meeting, he did not seem to share the slightest inclination towards you, and you couldn’t help feeling angry about it. You happened to have met the only remaining single man of your entire species, but he hadn’t spoken one word to you despite spending countless hours working out mere meters from each other and trying your best to beat him in sparring matches. It irked you to no end.

The most annoying part about it was that you couldn’t seem to win. Every spar and lifting session he was there, outpacing you with a smug grin, making snide comments about your lack of progress to Goku, who thankfully defended you or outright ignored them. Every tussle with Vegeta felt like a battle against your own limitations and that drove you crazy. You pushed yourself to the brink, driven by a desire to earn his respect, but you couldn't understand why it mattered so much to you in the first place. You were making progress and improving by leaps and bounds beyond what you had thought possible, but it wasn’t enough to match him, and it fueled your fire.

It was a quiet evening. Yourself, Bulma, and Chi-Chi had been out and about all day and had finally come back to Bulma’s place to split a bottle of wine and watch a movie.

“Chi-Chi, does Goku ever talk to you about Vegeta?” You asked her, trying to sound nonchalant. 

She narrowed her eyes at you, mischief creeping into her gaze. “Every now and then,” a pointed beat of silence, “why?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. 

“It’s not what you think, Chi-Chi… let’s just say he’s been pissing me off lately and I was wondering if you knew anything about why he’s such an asshole?” 

She snorted and jabbed her finger in Bulma’s direction, “oh, honey he’s always been an asshole, it’s just his nature. Besides, you’re asking the wrong girl. Ms. Heartbreaker over there can tell you what’s got him all hissy.”

“Ms. Heartbreaker?” You asked, surprised. This was the first you’d heard of anything of the sort. 

“Yeah, yeah, so what, I dumped him? I didn’t know he would make it his life’s mission to ruin everyone else’s day, every day,” Bulma scoffed, swirling her wine. 

“I didn’t even know you two dated - I didn’t think Vegeta was capable of such a thing,” you joked, trying to picture him anywhere outside of a training environment was almost comical. 

“Dated,” she said, her free hand signing air quotes, “is a strong word. It was more of a friends-with-benefits situation, except he lived here and generally wasn’t friendly.”

“Why even bother with him in the first place?” Morbid curiosity or the feminine urge to gossip made you ask. 

Bulma sighed and sipped her wine before answering, “well, I may have spoken harshly - he can be sweet at times. Like, one time I mentioned to Chi-Chi I liked this perfume that reminded me of flowers my mom used to grow when I was a kid, and he overheard and brought me a bouquet of them; a bouquet he picked himself because he didn’t want to be seen in public buying flowers. He hates the color pink, but he wore a pink shirt around town because I gave it to him. He cared a lot about me deep down I think, but he only rarely showed it. It was nice at first, and the sex was great, but it was always hard to know what he was thinking. He didn’t talk about feelings pretty much ever. Eventually I just got tired of the insults, and the yelling, and being alone all the time because he only wanted to train to defeat Goku. It just got so exhausting, and I didn’t like feeling like I wasn’t enough for him.” 

“As you should! That man isn’t any good, Bulma. I can’t imagine what kind of a father he would be to his children. If it’s possible to be worse than Goku, that is,” Chi-Chi remarked. 

“I’m guessing he didn’t take it well?” You pressed, your need-to-know bubbling up too much to contain. 

“Obviously not, but the conversation went down pretty uneventfully. I just sat him down and I told him I was done. 

He didn’t say anything to me; I asked him if he was willing to change a few things, so we could work it out, because I did care for the guy, and it’s not like I thought he wasn’t capable or anything. But he just stood up and said something along the lines of “I’m a prince, I was a fool to even think that some common human and I could ever work out,” and he left. 

He came and got his stuff when I wasn’t home and moved in with Goku for a while. And now he’s got his own place somewhere in the city but last I heard he never went there until you showed up. He used to crash at that house you’re staying in, when he wasn’t off in the woods or the desert or wherever he spends his time training.”

“Huh. Well, that’s pretty rough if you ask me,” you stare into your wine glass, watching the liquid ripple thoughtfully, pushing an image of Vegeta’s strong features out of your mind.

 “How long ago was this?” 

“A while ago, maybe like four months? I’m over it now, but Chi-Chi will tell you I was pretty broken up about it when it happened,” Bulma said with a grin at her friend. 

“Oh, I was here for days consoling her,” a glare from Bulma, which Chi-Chi tactfully ignored, “We watched all her favorite movies and went through probably six buckets of ice cream! She was so heartbroken about the things he said to her, and the fact he didn’t apologize.  Eventually though, she realized that in the end he made his choices, and it wasn’t up to her to fix them. Right, Bulma?” Chi-Chi smiled back at her. 

“Exactly. But all this talk about Vegeta is a drag. Tell me Chi-Chi, did I hear that Yamcha visited your house the other night?”

“My house? I think you mean her house,” Chi-Chi waved her glass in your direction.

“Her house!” Bulma screeched, “take it from a girl with experience, as a friend, I hope you two are just hooking up for fun, because that’s all Yamcha is good for.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” you laughed, “I think it was just a one-time thing. He got a little freaked out by my tail.”

Your friends laughed and as the evening went on drinks were done and you all stayed up way too late chatting and giggling. When it was finally time to hit the hay, you laid in bed, and you devised a plan. A plan to piss off Vegeta as much as he had you.

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The morning came too soon, and you were flying on about four hours of sleep. To put the first step of your plan into action you had to get to the gym earlier than Vegeta, and that required an insane amount of discipline since you had been up so late the night before.

You had already planned on staying the night at Bulma’s that night and had a bag packed with your workout clothes and a water bottle ready to go. You stole a protein shake from her fridge before you slunk out the door, the first rays of sunshine barely peeking out from beyond the horizon as you flew to the gym.

It was a private establishment owned by Bulma and her family that came equipped with specialty weights that were far heavier than normal humans could lift and a gravity chamber. They’d had it built out in the middle of nowhere, so the Saiyans had somewhere to exercise and fight without bothering the locals. This worked to your advantage, as you walked in and noticed immediately that you were the only one there.

Excellent, you thought to yourself, I might actually pull this off. Step one of the plan complete.

You finished off your protein shake breakfast and checked the time. An entire hour early. You slipped your headphones on and got right into your stretching and warm up, feeling satisfied with yourself.

Barely ten minutes went by, and you were casually listening to music and warming up when a strong hand gripped your shoulder.

You yelped nearly jumping out of your skin as you spun to face your assailant.

Of course he’s already here, you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you faced the one and only Vegeta.

He wore a simple grey long-sleeved shirt and black shorts. More importantly he was glaring at you; you saw his lips moving and remembered you’re wearing headphones. You took them off, the sudden silence pressing in on you heavily.

“Hello, Vegeta,” you said, not backing down from his glower.

“What are you doing?” He stood with his arms crossed, impatient, his gravelly voice scraping against your eardrums unpleasantly.

“What does it look like, Vegeta? I’m warming up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, you imbecile. Why are you here now?” He growled.

You clenched your jaw and reminded yourself that this was part of the plan. You wanted him to be angry. This grounded you enough to cool your temper. For now.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I decided to do something productive. Is that a problem?”

“Psh—” he spat, “You’re lying. You reek of alcohol, and you look exhausted. Whatever you’re playing at I’m not falling for it. Just go home if you aren’t going to take this seriously.”  

Anger struck you like a flash of lightning, “I am being serious, Vegeta,” you snapped. “What the hell is your deal? I just want to know, because I’m tired of your shit. Bulma dumped you ages ago-”

In the blink of an eye, he was on you, a fistful of hair gripped in his fingers and his other hand primed to strike. He lifted you up by your scalp, searing pain shooting through your body. You braced your hands on his forearm and levelled your gaze to his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of crying out.

His eyes were blazing, his power wreathing him in golden flame.

“This isn’t fucking about her. You need to get your head out of your ass and start working towards something worthwhile. I am tired of you acting like you’re along for a free ride while Kakarot and I bust our asses to get stronger! So don’t you fucking dare say that this is about Bulma or anything else because it is you!”

His chest heaved, his power level slowly flickering out. You couldn’t do anything but gape at him.

Is that really what he thinks? A whirlwind of shock, confusion, and fury danced around inside you. How could he actually believe that, after how hard you’d been pushing yourself? To beat him.

He thrust you to the ground, disgust written all over his features. For a moment it looked like he would add something else, but he just turned around, walked over to the weights, and started loading up a bar.

You reached a hand up to your scalp and checked yourself over. You were fine physically, of course, but you were seeing red. You stood up, seething with white-hot rage, your power level rising higher than it had ever before.

If Vegeta noticed, he didn’t care. He stood with his back to you prepping to lift and before your mind had a chance to catch up with your body you were hurtling through the air towards him.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your bodies collided. Simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, mimicking the motion he had done to you, and you swung your knee directly into the small of his back. A satisfying crunch rang through the room, and he let out a small “oof,” as he was knocked to his knees.

With speed you didn’t know you possessed you flung him by his scalp to his back and let loose a flurry of punches, not entirely in control of your own body. A primal instinct spurred you on. The beast inside you, driven by pure rage, wanted to kill him.

With a shout he managed to throw you off of him and you rolled back to your feet as he stood. His lip was bleeding, and a red bruise was blooming on his cheekbone but otherwise he seemed to be fine.

With a wicked smile he spat out some blood and wiped the rest from his face.

“If that’s all you’ve got, I hope you know that this is a fight you will lose,” he said.

A guttural scream was all you could muster in response before you flew at him again.

Blow after blow, he met your hits with aggravating ease. Your fury was rising, but you were sane enough to realize that he wasn’t counterattacking. You were coming at him too fast and too hard to leave him any room.

With a grin you found your opening. You faked him out with a left-handed punch that was just sloppy enough to be believable and within the same breath swung your right fist directly into his jaw.

He staggered a bit but wasted no time coming back at you. You were ready, though. The sensitive spot where his tail used to be became your sole target and you rammed your heel into it with a sharp kick that had him gasping for air.

With a roar he retaliated, heavy blows landing on your forearms and shins as you blocked his lightning-fast punches and kicks.

You continued to focus on his weakest point. You were running entirely off instinct.

Thunk, one hit.

Thunk, a second.

Thunk, a third.

“Stop! Doing that!” He bellowed, finally, he’d had enough.

His eyes were searing, full of venom. He reared back, and he shot a powerful kick into your chest that sent you flying backwards into the weight rack.

Your head hit metal. White and black spots crowded your vision, and the room was sent spinning. You hadn’t figured out which way was up or down before Vegeta was on top of you.

Punch after punch landed on your ribs. Your stomach. Your face. You could barely breathe, the spots you were seeing growing more by the second.

Through the unimaginable pain, you started to laugh. It sounded more like a gurgle, but you weren’t really paying attention to that. Big spurts of blood dribbled out of your mouth as the delirium set in.

Luck would have it that this is how I die. That’s what I get for pissing him off. I got what I wanted in the end though, didn’t I?

A blur of orange fabric interrupted your musing. The weight on your chest was lifted but your body didn’t feel much lighter. You closed your eyes.

“Hey, you’ve got to stay awake,” a familiar voice said to you, but it sounded far away.

“Eat this,” the voice said.

You didn’t want to. Something small and hard made its way into your mouth anyway. A tasteless little pebble. You felt a hand on your jaw, and you crunched down on the object, swallowing it instinctively.

Your lungs cleared up and your vision started to return to you. You sucked in a breath and found yourself able to sit up.

“Kakarot?” You blinked slowly, taking in the scene before you.

Vegeta was knocked out on the ground about six feet to your left. Goku’s friendly face hovered above yours, brows knit with concern.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened here?” Goku asked, surveying the room; it was mostly unscathed, surprisingly. Not including yourself, you supposed. The weight rack had taken the brunt of the onslaught, and it wasn’t damaged, just tipped over.

You tried to respond but caught a glimpse of your reflection in a wall mounted mirror. Your clothes were covered in blood. Your own blood.

You looked back at Goku, and your eyes welled up with tears. He squeezed your shoulder with a strong hand comfortingly. You felt stupid for crying but at least Vegeta was not able to see it.

“It’s all my fault, Goku. I-” you choked on a sob, “I made him mad, and he told me I wasn’t training hard enough and then I fucking snapped and picked a fight. I should have known I couldn’t win,” you put your head in your hands and let the tears fall for a moment before collecting yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying. That was just-” you sniffed, and wiped your nose on your sleeve, looking back up at him, “just a lot to process. And super fucking scary, to be honest. I mean, I seriously thought he was going to kill me!”

“I know I sure wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Vegeta’s attacks. I gave you a sensu bean, it instantly heals all damage done to you in battle. You’re probably lucky I showed up when I did, or we’d be gathering the dragon balls to wish you back right now! Are you feeling better though?”

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you for that, by the way. Speaking of: what happened to him?” You glanced over to Vegeta’s unconscious form.

Your eyes lingered on him; his face surprisingly peaceful in his slumber.

“Oh, I uh- I had to knock him out because he was pretty worked up. I’ve got an idea on how to fix this though. Umm, sorry about this by the way.”

“You’re sorry? For wha-” lights out.

That motherfucker, was all you could think before your mind slipped into sleep

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“Kakarot, where the fuck are we?” Vegeta’s voice rang in your ear, stirring you from unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but a headache was pounding at your temples as you groggily opened your eyes. Blinding sunlight assaulted your retinas.

You were on some kind of porch surrounded by sand, the smell of salt and seawater flooding your nostrils. You held your head as you sat up, Vegeta was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you. A deep sense of foreboding settled in your stomach as you faced Kakarot.

He was grinning stupidly, “I don’t know the name of this planet but to explain myself a little bit, I had King Kai find this spot and hang out here so I could instant transmission! I’m going to leave you two here until you work yourselves out. I don’t care if you fight or fuck or whatever, but you can’t kill each other and you have to be friends before I am letting you come home.”

“Kakarot, you can’t be serious – take me home, now,” You demanded.

“Nope! There’s food, alcohol, and all sorts of stuff to do here. I am serious when I say friends. No just being fuck-buddies or other weird loopholes allowed.” “As if I would ever sleep with him, Kakarot, what the fuck are you even talking about? I’m over it now. He beat me fair and square.”

Vegeta said nothing, but his jaw clenched at your words. His face even more pissed off than usual. “Not good enough! I can’t have my friends trying to kill each other any time they’re alone so have fun, be safe, don’t get pregnant, bye!” Goku flippantly ignored your question; he tapped two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. You assumed King Kai was somewhere else on the planet because Goku’s energy didn’t go too far away before completely and suddenly evaporating, too far out of your range to sense, and by the nature of the technique, you couldn’t follow it in any particular direction.

“Tch,” Vegeta scowled at you, “isn’t this just great. Now I’m stuck here because of you and your incompetence.”

“Hold on a minute, I’m not the one who went berserk and got all murderous. That’s on you, buddy,” you retorted. “Don’t call me that; and if I recall you did go ‘berserk.’ I just beat you to the punch, naturally.”

You bared your teeth at him, and he snarled right back. You could feel his breath on your face as you clocked how close together you were. His eyes widened briefly as he realized your proximity at the same time you did, and you both leaned away from each other in sync.

“This is pointless. Arguing isn’t going to get us off this planet,” you sighed as you shifted your weight and stood, offering a hand to Vegeta, though you knew the gesture was intended kindly you regretted it instantly. He would probably see it as another insult.

He stared at your extended arm for several seconds, long enough that you were certain he was going to refuse it. You began retracting your hand and forming an apology, but he surprised you by clasping his fingers around your wrist and pulling himself up to standing.

His cheeks were slightly flushed as he let go of your arm, blood rushing to your own ears as he looked at you. You decided in that moment that from now on you were going to keep your distance from him as much as possible. You didn’t want to set him off over something stupid and end up getting pummeled again.

“Well, I’m starving. Let’s see what new hell Kakarot has planned for us, huh?” You gestured to the front door of the small house.

“Fine,” he said, and he opened the door.

The scent that hit your sensitive Saiyan nose was unmistakable and permeated throughout the room.

You plugged your nose and tried not to gag as Vegeta’s ears turned a dark shade of red, the scents of Goku and Chi-Chi’s “activities” inescapable.

He crossed the room and moved purposefully to open every window, sucking in a breath of the fresh outside air, trying to clear the smell.

“He could have at least cleaned up before he stuck us here, ‘King Kai found this place’ my ass,” Vegeta growled and moved to the couch to remove a pile of clothes and blankets that were the source of at least some of the odor.

You just nodded in response, afraid to breathe through your nose again for a few moments.

With the air clearing up you were able to take in the layout of the small house. A cozy-looking kitchen was to the right of the door you had entered from, complete with a breakfast bar and a few barstools instead of a formal dining room. The little kitchen shared space with the living room that contained a couch, an armchair, a low but functional coffee table, and an entertainment center with a TV, DVD player, and a stack of movies. The room was decorated plainly with a plush rug and a few uninteresting beach themed paintings.

There were two doors to the left that you assumed were a bedroom and bathroom, which you were frankly nervous to enter. A glass sliding door led out to a shaded patio that was furnished with a collection of comfortable looking furniture and overlooked the ocean.

You walked over to the breakfast bar to examine some unmarked tote bags that Goku seemed to have left for you while Vegeta went to explore the accompanying rooms, pile of laundry in hand.

The first bag was uninteresting, a few different items of clothing for both you and Vegeta, though you noticed that annoyingly there were no undergarments of any kind in the bag. You take a few moments to separate the clothes into piles and move on to the next package.

This one was more interesting. Various bottles of booze, a deck of cards, and a couple packs of cigarettes (weird, because you weren’t aware of anyone in your friend group that smoked, much less yourself and Vegeta). In the very bottom of the bag was what appeared to be a THC pen, accompanied by a little vial of liquid that you presumed was the juice for the machine. Exciting, indeed, you thought as you set all the goodies to the side.

You shifted your focus to the third and final bag, not sure what to expect. You bit your lip as you surveyed the items, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. Lace and tulle crafted into impossibly tiny strips of fabric stared back at you as you rifled through it. All the lingerie still had tags on them, thank God, but the most horrific part was that nested between all of the garments was a large box of condoms and several sex toys, still in their packaging.

You were so focused on the terror before you that you didn’t notice Vegeta had walked back into the room. Your face must have been giving away your inner turmoil because he called out to you.

“Do I even want to know what’s in that?”

“Nope. This is going into space I think,” you said as you hefted the bag and strode outside to launch it into the sky.

He shrugged and moved over to the bar to inspect the piles you had made. Before you could convince yourself to go through with disposing of the bag you caught a glimpse of the sky, spotting something that put a damper on your plan to keep your distance from him.

You dropped the bag outside with a thud and turned to Vegeta, your headache returning with a vengeance.

“Vegeta, we have a problem. In fact, multiple problems,” you said, rubbing your temple.

“What is it?” He crossed his arms expectantly.

“Just take a look outside for me. Please.”

He huffed but walked over to you anyway. It was still daylight, but the problem was rapidly becoming more noticeable. As he took in the view of the sky his eyes widened, and he ground his teeth together furiously.

“Three moons?” He spat, a vein appearing on his forehead as his jaw worked, “is Kakarot insane? How are we supposed to keep track of all of them? You’ve never transformed into a beast before, you’d have no chance of controlling it!”

“I know that, Vegeta. Do either of the other rooms have curtains or something?”

As a Saiyan, you knew that anyone of your species with a tail would transform into a Great Ape if they looked at the full moon. Typically, they would have the chance to train in that form and gain control of it, but since you had only lived on Earth, where Piccolo had kindly destroyed the moon, you’d had no chance to do such a thing.

“There are curtains in the bedroom, you can hide out in there if all three of them are full at some point. For now, it looks like their current phases are far enough away from full that we won’t have to worry for a while. Just don’t look at the moons and we won’t have an issue,” as he spoke, he happened to glance down to the bag you had dropped.

His face contorted into abject horror as he realized what was in it and he slammed the front door shut.

“What does that bastard think he’s playing at?” Vegeta hissed.

You opened your mouth to respond, only laughter came out instead. From the neck up, he was blushing, and it was actually kind of adorable.

He looked furious but his cheeks darkened to another shade of red and you laughed harder, nearly doubling over.

“Who knew,” you said between giggles, wiping a tear from your eye, “the Prince of all Saiyans was a prude!” “So what?! You were going to toss the whole thing into the atmosphere!”

You couldn’t contain any more of your laughter, “I know, if not for my sake, then for yours! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a virgin!”

He snorted, “As if you have more experience than I do. You’ve been on Earth for barely a month.”

“Please, Vegeta, don’t go there. I am sure your sexual prowess is equal to that of your skill in battle, but I have exactly zero interest in hearing about it.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, face still red with embarrassment, and moved past you to root around in the fridge.

He stared for a few moments, as if deciding on something and you sidled up next to him. The fridge was full of ingredients, and you spotted some things to make a meal, but stayed quiet as Vegeta thought.

He leaned on the countertop beside him and met your eyes.

“Can you cook?” He asked plainly.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, “can you?”

He scowled, “No, I can’t. I am a Prince, remember?”

You sighed and gathered a few things to throw together. Your stomach rumbled pointedly, and you piled up enough to cook for the two of you.

“Okay, lesson one is to always wash your hands,” you turn to the sink and realize you are still in your bloody clothes from the morning, “I’m actually just going to go change clothes. I’m disgusting.” Vegeta rolled his eyes, but his own shirt was also spattered with blood. He glared at the offensive piece of clothing and tugged it over his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, his corded muscles rippling with the motion. You scolded yourself internally, you’d seen him shirtless before, this was no different.

“Wash your hands. Fill up a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. I’ll be right back,” you commanded.

He glared at you, but you heard the water start running after you turned away and scooped up the pile of clothes Goku had left for you. You put on a simple grey shirt and a pair of athletic shorts that were a little bit shorter than you would have preferred but they would do.

You let your tail hang freely behind you, rather than tucked at your waist. It was a sign of trust among Saiyans that you hoped he would pick up on. For whatever reason.

When you returned Vegeta was still shirtless, but there was a pot of water on the stove and the burner was on. He saw your tail, tracking its movement, choosing not to comment.

“You did it! I was worried about you,” you grinned and started digging through the cabinets for a cutting board.

“Wash those veggies for me, will you?”

He did, and you found what you were looking for. You picked up a knife and started to chop. You were by no means an expert cook, but you knew enough to get by.

Vegeta watched as you sliced the different vegetables and threw them into the pot. It was weird. The moment was so… domestic. No yelling or fighting or snide remarks, just two people preparing a meal together. You had a strange feeling that you could get used to this.

The quiet was starting to get to you, so you pulled out your phone. There wasn’t any service here but luckily you had all your music downloaded.

“What kind of music do you like?” You asked him, curious.

“I don’t listen to music,” he replied flatly.

You froze mid chop. “No music at all?”

 “I don’t see the point in it. Get back to chopping, woman, I’m hungry.”

You turned to him, mouth agape. “That’s insane, Vegeta. I’m going to get you to like music before we get off this planet. Here, you choose something,” you pass him your phone and he scrolled for a few seconds before looking back up at you, annoyed.

“I don’t know what any of this means. I don’t care what you listen to,” he passed the phone back.

“Fine, I’ll pick something, but you have to swear to tell me if you like a song. I’m going to make a playlist for you.”

“If it will make you finish the food, I will swear it.”

You smirked at him and scrolled through your already made playlists. Your music tastes were pretty versatile anyway but trying to determine what Vegeta would like was a more difficult task than you had initially thought. He probably wouldn’t like country, so that was out, and you doubted that he would care for anything musical theatre related. You decided to take a chance on pop music and pressed shuffle.

“Okay, promise me now and I’ll finish cooking.” “Fine. I promise to tell you if I like a song. Now chop, woman.” You grinned at him and finished preparing the vegetables, then got to work on the protein and seasoning.

Once your lunch was ready, you loaded up two bowls full of the vegetable noodle soup concoction you had devised and went to hand him one but pulled it back at the last second.

“Can you put on a shirt before we eat, please? You’re actively making me lose my appetite,” you said sweetly.

His eyes flashed with violence, but he complied, picking up one of the shirts Goku left for him and putting it on.

You had to make yourself stop staring at him, the shirt was almost worse than without one. It was perfectly form-fitting, the outline of his muscles barely obscured by the fabric. Your tail flicked nervously in the air behind you as you placed the bowl in front of his seat and took your own place at the bar beside him.

The meal could only be described as the most awkward situation you’d ever been in. Your music was still playing but neither yourself nor Vegeta spoke, and you both had apparently made the decision to not look at one another directly.

Your tail curled around the leg of the chair, you stole a glance at him as he ate, watching as he chewed and swallowed. His eyes cut across to yours and you quickly averted your gaze.

Once you had finished eating, you collected the dishes and started to clean up.

You were singing along to the song that started playing, Sabrina Carpenter’s “Please Please Please” as Vegeta brought his own bowl over to you.

His cheeks were flushed as he stood beside you, quickly glancing at your face. You tracked the motion but waited patiently for him to say whatever it was that had him flustered.

“I-” he hesitated, and you looked up from your dishes, “I like this song,” he said softly.

You beamed at him, “Yes! I found one!”

He flushed and set his bowl into the sink, but didn’t step away.

“I wash; you dry?” You suggested, holding a towel out to him.

“I hate chores,” he said, taking the towel anyway.

“Of course you do,” you snorted.

The dishes were done quickly, and you were bouncing with energy.

“I want to go swimming,” you said boldly.

He pondered for a moment before replying. “Swimming is good exercise. It works every muscle in the body.”

“So, we’re going to swim?”

“Fine.”

You smiled at him and bolted outside. You heard him chuckle behind you, and you skidded to a stop, spraying sand as you whirled.

“Did you just laugh?” You screeched.

He strode out from the house and smirked, “you are ridiculous.”

“Hey, look, there’s surf boards!” You pointed excitedly at the two boards leaned against the side of the little abode.

He followed your finger and examined them.

“Do you even know how to surf?” He asked quizzically.

“How hard can it be?” You winked.

He rolled his eyes and picked them up, one under each arm, dropping one at your feet as you approached the ocean.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you breathed, taking in the endless expanse of water.

Cerulean waves sloshed lazily onto the pale sand, strange birds circling in the clear skies overhead. The scent of saltwater pleasantly tickling your nose as the ocean spray misted your skin.

“It’s alright,” he replied. You thought for a moment that he wasn’t looking at the water when he spoke, but when you turned to confirm he was already striding towards the waves, shoes nestled in the sand.

“Hey, wait for me!” You ran up behind him and playfully shoved him into the water, sprinting past and hopping as gracefully as you could onto the surfboard, paddling a few feet away to get out of his reach.

He surfaced, sputtering, his hair sopping wet and plastered to his forehead.

“What the hell? What was that for?” He seethed, dragging himself onto his own board.

You giggled at him as he paddled up next to you.

“You’re too easy to pick on, Vegeta. I like your hair by the way.”

He scoffed, shaking his head like a dog to fling some of the water off, spraying you in the process.

You laughed again, shielding your face from the onslaught of droplets. His hair miraculously re-poofed to a slightly soggier version of its normal state.

You spent the next hour or so getting absolutely wrecked by the waves, but in truth you didn’t care. Vegeta nonchalantly flipped your board while you were on it as payback for your previous dunk, initiating a splash war that had you laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

After you were back on track, some trial and error had you and Vegeta managing to actually stand on the boards, catching the smaller waves. It was not long before you were competing to get the biggest waves and the longest rides.  

Hours that felt like minutes passed and you had lost count of the score. The waves were calmer, the sun was setting, and the sky had turned into stunning shades of pink, orange and purple.

You floated your board over to Vegeta, electricity buzzed through you as your knee bumped his. He glanced over at you briefly, his eyes following the touch, then returning to the sky.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach though you didn’t know why as you watched the sun set over the horizon.

“This was fun,” you said to him, not really expecting an answer.

“It was. Probably the most fun I’ve had doing something other than fighting,” he admitted.

“I didn’t know it could be like this.” You weren’t sure what made you say it, but it came out before you had a chance to think about it.

“Like what?”

“I didn’t know that having friends could be like this, I guess. I didn’t realize what I was missing out on before I got to Earth.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You studied him, lost in thought, his brows knit together as those intense eyes stared into the sea.

“What are you thinking about?” A simple question.

“I’m wondering if you ever stop talking,” he snapped.

Regret flashed across his features as he saw the hurt in your eyes, and his face softened. He sighed heavily.

“I was thinking about who I was before I came to Earth. I had no companionship at all. I didn’t care about Raditz or Nappa, my subordinates. I didn't care about anyone until I met Kakarot, and even then, I was just focused on defeating him. Becoming the legendary Super Saiyan to fight him, getting stronger to fight him. I worked myself to the bone, and I met Bulma. Then I fucked that up, too.” He spoke softly, not looking at you.

You nodded for him to continue, though you questioned if he saw it.

“Then, you came along. I was honestly thrilled to be better than someone of my own race. Elated, even. At the same time, I was excited to have someone new to fight. I know I was insufferable. Arrogant. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m-” he paused, mustered some courage, “I’m sorry. I acted a fool. I was furious when you weren’t improving as fast as I had hoped and frustrated with myself for being a coward. I pushed you too hard and I admit to that.”

You tentatively reached your hand towards his. He looked down, but didn’t pull away as you brushed his skin with your fingertips, enclosing his hand in yours.

“Apology accepted, Vegeta. I’m sorry too. I provoked you, and shit talked, put my nose in your business. I was too proud to admit that I could’ve used some help.” He nodded, and you sat hand in hand in comfortable silence as the sun set, the stars blinking into view one by one.

Minutes passed and the air turned colder with the sun gone. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

“Want to go inside? I need to get out of these wet clothes before I freeze to death.”

“You’re dramatic, but okay. We can go inside.”

The pair of you trudged out of the water, surf boards in hand, resting them against the side of the house where you had found them.

You stood at the threshold of the sliding glass door, hesitating to go in, your heart hammering in your chest. Vegeta stood barely a foot behind you.

You turned to face him. He met your eyes, confused but patient.

“Tell me to shut up if I’m misreading this,” you started, tail twitching nervously.

He was silent, the gears in his head turning, but he nodded.

“Do you want to shower with me?” You felt like throwing up, but you threw the offer out there without room for hesitation.

He blinked. Blinked again.

“What?”

“Never mind, that was stupid, forget I said it. We’re just friends and that’s fine,” the words came out in a rush, and you stumbled for the door handle behind you.

He caught your hand before you could slide the door open.

“You’re serious?” He asked, the heat from his body seeping into your skin, his scent filling your nose.

You stared at him in the darkness. He waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

An animalistic smile flashed to his lips. “What happened to ‘you’d never sleep with me,’ hmm?”

“I didn’t say I’d fuck you; I said I’d shower with you, dumbass. Keep up this attitude and even that will be off the table.”

He released your wrist and crossed his arms, still smirking. You could tell that he didn’t think you were serious, but you had a plan. A plan that would hopefully go much more smoothly than the one from this morning.

You stepped into the house and made your way towards the bedroom. He followed you expectantly.

The room was not huge but still comfortable. A large dresser across from the bed, and a door leading into a bathroom on the other side. You blinked and turned to Vegeta.

“If that’s the bathroom, what’s in the other room?” You pondered aloud.

“You’re stalling,” he pointed out with a frown.

You crossed your arms and waited.

He scoffed, “It’s a laundry room. Happy?”

You chuckled and ducked into the bathroom, Vegeta in tow.

It was small, as the rest of the house was, a simple vanity style sink with a mirror. The bathtub took up the majority of the room. Your breath caught in your throat when you faced Vegeta, who was smiling smugly as he watched your nerves catch up with you.

“Having second thoughts, are we?” He sneered.

You stuck your tongue out at him and started the shower.

I might be in over my head, but I’ll be damned if I let him think that you thought.

Your tail whipped through the air as you peeled your wet shirt off, teasingly slow, trying to hide your shaking hands. He watched with a satisfied smirk, admiring your body.

“Your turn.” You ordered.

He slipped his shirt off with ease, tossing it to the ground before returning to his trademark stance, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

The room was starting to fill with steam as the shower heated up and you worked up the nerve to slide your shorts off your body. You stood bare before him, and his eyes hungrily devoured the sight.

You stepped into the shower without a word, Vegeta following a few seconds after.

Your eyes were closed as you let the warm water rinse the salt and sand out of your hair, but you knew he had joined you. Enough time had passed to slow your racing pulse, the shower helping to calm you down.

No one had ever made you this nervous. You’d taken a few guys home since being on Earth, just for fun, always responsibly, but the nerves you were feeling now were nothing compared to that. This was like your body was electrified, every sense heightened even beyond your additional Saiyan enhancements.

You slowly opened your eyes and there he was, naked. Your eyes traced the lines of his chest to his abs, to the v of his waist and lower, your mouth watering slightly at the sight.

“Woah,” you squeaked. Even flaccid, you could tell he was not small, despite his height.

He chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a bottle of soap.

“I take it you’re impressed,” he said, lathering some of the liquid onto his hands.

“I mean, sure. If your ego needs a boost that badly, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen, to tell the truth.”

“I’m trying to be nice to you, but you insist on making it difficult,” he retorted.

You smiled at him coyly, taking one of his soapy hands and pressing it to your chest, stepping out of the stream as you did so. He smiled softly and maneuvered himself into the water, not losing contact with your skin.

“Sorry, nerves,” you rationalized, leaning into his grasp.

“It’s only natural. I did try to kill you this morning,” he noted.

He began to wash you, respectfully, reverently even. He covered every inch of you in soap, minus your tail, to the point that you were giggling at him.

“You know, most of the time guys just worry about washing the fun stuff,” you quipped.

He rolled his eyes as his hands ran along your sides soothingly, “I’m sure they do, but you’re filthy,” he said flatly.

“Wow, you’re making me blush,” you snorted, tapping him on the shoulder to swap places.

He obliged, letting you pass back into the shower, the soap running off of you smoothly.

You picked up the bottle of soap again and spurted some into your own hands, reaching out to offer him the same courtesy.

He allowed it, your hands massaging the bubbles into his skin, tracing muscles and veins. He was covered in scars, big and small, practically everywhere. He turned his back to you, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped when you saw the angry mark on his tailbone.

He stiffened as you looked, no doubt realizing what had caused your reaction. You did your best to ignore the area, rubbing his shoulders and back before moving down to his legs.

Even after you’d finished, he didn’t turn around. You reached for his hand with your own, but he pulled away.

“Vegeta, do you need some time alone?”

“No. Stay.”

“Okay. I’m here.”

Minutes ticked by before he turned back to face you.

You let him step past you to rinse the soap off. The water rushed over him, the suds sliding down with it.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“Nothing important. A stupid earthling cut it while I was in my ape form, terrorizing Kakarot and his son. I used to think of it as a reminder of one of my greatest failures. Sometimes it is… difficult to view it as anything differently.”

“What do you think of it now? When it’s not difficult, I mean.”

“Just another scar.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, picking up a bottle of shampoo and dumping it into your palm.

You started scrubbing it into Vegeta’s hair without warning. He was surprised at first, then he sighed as your nails scratched his scalp, lathering the soap with firm fingers.

He repeated the process to you, followed by conditioner until you were both sparkling, feeling relaxed. Happy.

He shut off the water and grabbed some fresh towels from the cabinet under the sink, passing one to you.

You wrapped yourself in it, striding into the bedroom to get dressed. You put on a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts before towel drying your mop of hair, Vegeta following suit in another annoyingly well-fitting shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

The two of you put together a meal for dinner, this time Vegeta commented on a handful of songs, discovering a hatred for Taylor Swift that hurt your soul, and a fondness for Hozier that warmed your heart enough to make up for it.

You ate and did the dishes quickly, then moved to lounge on the couch for a while. Another idea popped into your head as you rested beside him.

With a fiendish grin you poked Vegeta in the forearm.

“What now, woman?”

“Wanna do something fun?”

His eyes sparked with desire as he looked at you. “If you’re talking about sex, then yes.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, but it’s not sex. What do you take me for, a slut?”

He groaned and leaned back into couch cushions. “Vixen,” he muttered, “what is it, then?”

“Let me go get it, hold on,” you leapt from the couch and scampered to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up, you’re about to find out.” He grunted in response and waited.

You were grinning deviously as you walked back to the couch, your surprise tucked in the palm of your hand. You hopped onto the seat beside him, anticipation building in your chest.

One of his eyes slid open.

“Out with it, then.”

You dangled the little vape in front of him, buzzing with excitement.

He sat up and scowled. “What is that.” He didn’t say it like a question, more of an order.

“A weed pen. Kakarot left it for us.”

He blanched, studying the object with new concern before returning his attention to you.

“So, what do you say, Vegeta? Want to get high?”

“No. That’s stupid.”

“Come on, you’re so boring,” you whined, “it’ll be fun, I swear.”

He started to reply, surely to argue some more, but you cut him off with a gasp as another idea sparked in your mind.

“Vegeta, I will make a deal with you.” That got his attention. He smirked and closed the small amount of distance between your faces, his hot breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

“I’m listening.”

Heat stirred in your abdomen, his scent intoxicating but you held firm, ignoring your body for the moment.

In the huskiest voice you could manage you murmured into his ear.

“If you get high with me, I will do whatever you want,” you paused for dramatic effect, “except have sex. For now.”

“Why.” Another question that wasn’t a question.

“We have been through a lot today. I don’t want to complicate things or have regrets because our instincts are running at full throttle. You know as well as I do that our bodies are just reacting to our fight.”

It was a fact. For full-blooded Saiyans, fighting could be akin to a mating ritual. Though yours hadn’t been intended that way, your body didn’t know the difference, especially since you’d then been forced to spend time together in a house reeking of sex and littered with paraphernalia.

“If that’s what you think, then why entertain this in the first place?” He leaned away from you, his expression guarded. Wary.

“Because I do like you, believe it or not,” you playfully punched his arm, “that’s why I care so much. I want it to be special.”

He relaxed a bit and let go of the breath he’d been holding in, extending his hand to you.

“I accept the terms. Now show me.”

You took his hand and shook it vigorously. He pulled his hand away, exasperated, watching you for instructions.

You picked up the pen and puffed a long drag, exhaling the smoke towards the open window behind you, instantly feeling the tingling effects and passed the machine to him.

Vegeta tentatively took the machine and tried to copy you, choking immediately on the vapor, sputtering.

You laughed at him, taking another hit from his hand and he watched you in awe.

“This is fun for you?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Very much so. Try it again, you know what to expect this time. Make sure to breathe it into your lungs to get the most out of it.”

“This is incredibly bad for you,” he muttered, taking another puff, he managed to inhale it this time.

You ignored the comment but watched him carefully to gauge his reaction.

“Do you feel anything?”

“My skin is crawling,” he said with a glare.

You took another puff, shifting your body to be more comfortable on the couch.

“If you don’t want to do it that’s fine, Vegeta. I’m a good sport, I’ll let you pick something for me to do just for trying it.” It was a weasel-y tactic, but you knew his pride wouldn’t let him stand for that kind of talk.

He growled and hit the pen again, a much bigger breath this time.

You giggled at him, stretching your legs to rest your feet on his lap as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the room.

“Am I supposed to be dizzy?” He asked, leaning his head back into the cushions.

“That’s pretty normal for a first time. Just stay there until you feel better.”

He grunted, tossing the little pen to you without looking. You caught it and set it on the coffee table.

You brought him a glass of water and he drank it, eventually leveling out into a more relaxed state.

“Have you decided what you’re going to ask me for, yet? I’m curious,” you asked after a while of sitting in silence.

“Thinking is difficult,” he said, scrunching his nose.

“I’m sure it is.” You joked.

He glared but seemed to be churning ideas in his mind. Bulma had been right; it was impossible to guess what was going on in that brain of his.

After what seemed like forever he jolted, sitting up straight.

You jumped at the sudden movement, your heartbeat quickening with anticipation.

“Sing for me.” He said, dark eyes frighteningly clear in spite of the drugs.

“That’s it?” You asked, skeptical.

“Whatever you want. I want to hear it.”

“Okay, then. That’s not really what I was expecting.”  You admitted, though you weren’t disappointed. You were actually excited; you loved to sing. Just not in front of people.

You got up from the couch and collected your phone to turn the music on, setting it onto the coffee table and resuming the playlist from where it had left off. You stood in front of the TV and Vegeta sat facing you, his posture loose, expression expectant.

The first few notes of a Paramore song started to play, and your breath caught in your throat because you realized that not only was this not your pop music playlist, but that it was in fact your love song playlist. How it got pulled up in the first place you had no idea, but you scrambled to fix your mistake.

Vegeta snatched the phone before you could get to it, his reflexes, as always, much quicker than yours.

“I thought you said ‘whatever I want,’ Vegeta. I don’t want to sing this song.” “I changed my mind,” he shrugged, mischief behind those eyes, restarting the song and pausing it with more expertise than you thought he had.

“Ugh, you are an ass,” you groaned. “At least show me the lyrics, I don’t know all the words”

He grinned and after a few seconds of finagling he got the lyrics up and pressed play on the song.

It was “The Only Exception” by Paramore. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t know every line, but as the chorus crept closer you were struggling with hiding the cringe that came with knowing what you were about to have to say.

“… And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But you are the only exception

You are the only exception…”

You let the song take the lead, your voice was nowhere close to the skill of Hayley Williams, but you were proud of the clarity and strength of it, and the song itself is beautiful.

As the song faded into the next one Vegeta didn’t comment on anything, just listened respectfully.

You probably would have been annoyed if you weren’t high, but the weed was doing its job. Before you knew it you were basically putting on an embarrassing concert in the living room, singing and dancing while Vegeta watched. He did smile while you sang, which sent butterflies spiraling into your stomach.

You heard the telltale “Five, six, five, six, seven, eight!” at the beginning of a Chappell Roan song. In the seconds you had before the first verse began you tossed everything you had said earlier out the window.

“… No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

And baby, don't you like this beat?

I made it so you'd sleep with me

It's like a hundred 99 degrees

When you're doing it with me, doing it with me…”

You thought yourself to also be a pretty good dancer, so you hoped that your ministrations were not for nothing while you rolled your hips and tried to look as sexy as possible as you sang, eye-contact, the whole nine-yards trying to put on a good performance so he might get the hint.

As the song came to an end you were out of breath, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. He paused the music and put his head in his hands.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” He sounded defeated, and the tips of his ears were bright red again.

You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed.

“I changed my mind,” you repeated his earlier statement.

Surprise colored his features before his wicked smile flashed across his lips, those canine teeth sending shivers down your spine.

He did not wait for further confirmation, scooping you into his arms and whisking you into the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and closed the door, not approaching you any further.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, trying to sound cocky but it came out more like a whimper.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Hold on,” and before you could ask what the hell he was doing, he was gone.

You stripped of your clothes and wrapped yourself into the blankets, trying to ignore the smell of Kakarot and his wife while you waited for Vegeta to return.

The door slid open eventually, and he stepped into the room carrying a bag. The third tote bag that you had almost thrown into outer space.

He closed the door, drowning the room in darkness and set the bag down within arm’s reach on the end table. Your eyes adjusted to the low light, he slowly removed his shirt and pants, tantalizingly slow. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as he climbed into the bed after you, heat radiating off of him in waves.

“It reeks in here,” he growled.

“It really does,” you chuckled, turning over to find him facing you, head propped up on an elbow.

You stared at him, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his muscled body just peeking out from the covers and you reached out a hand, cupping his face. He leaned into the touch and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your lips touched, setting your body on fire. He pressed into you, hard, lips warm and soft.

Heat started pooling between your legs. You dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, and he forced his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You moaned softly as he did so, and he pushed you to your back, separating your kiss only for a moment as he straddled you.

One of his hands snaked up your side, resting on your breast and squeezing, the other landing on your hip, steadying you. You ran your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, burying them in it.

He pressed his lips into your jaw, your neck. You whimpered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin over your jugular and you could feel him smiling against your throat.

“You seem smug,” you whispered in his ear.

“That’s because I am,” he smirked, the hand on your hip trailing between your thighs making you gasp, “you’re already so wet for me.”

Your hips bucked into his touch against your will, begging for friction, for contact.

He denied you, letting his hand hover close but not touching, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, collarbone, sternum, until he arrived at your breast.

He tapped his tongue against your nipple before taking the whole thing into his mouth, tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. You groaned with pleasure, the sensation drawing your core even hotter, more molten, but he wasn’t giving you what you craved.

One of your hands tried to sneak down to your clit. In less than a second Vegeta caught your wrist and pinned it to the pillow above your head. You squirmed beneath him, desperate, but he did not yield, holding firm.

“Vegeta, please,” you pleaded, pride be damned.

 “So needy,” he chuckled darkly, “I like it when you beg.”

You huffed, struggling against his hold, though you knew it was pointless. You arched your back, managing to brush your dripping cunt against his cock briefly, pleasure flooding your senses.

“Fuck,” he hissed at the unexpected touch, unable to deny himself any longer.

His fingers dipped into your folds, circling your hole before teasingly sliding in. He worked his fingers gingerly in and out of you, curling them slightly for a delicious pressure you hadn’t experienced before. You were putty in his hands; a mewling mess and he hadn’t even touched your clit yet.

“Vegeta, please,” you repeated, unable to form any other words. You wrapped your tail around his thigh for emphasis.

He hummed and considered your request, all the while still fucking you with his fingers. A particularly well-timed stroke had you breathing heavier than you already were, and he finally gave in to your whims, his thumb pressing your neglected cluster of nerves with surgical precision.

“Ah!” You shuddered at the touch, before melting into him all over again, the added stimulation pushing you to the edge of climax.

As fast as it had started, he pulled out of you. You made a very unsexual noise of frustration and glared at his stupid smirking face. He tossed the blankets off and looked down at you.

“Turn over.” He ordered; that princely authority giving you goosebumps.

It was your turn to tease.

“No,” you put on your sweetest smile.

“Do it yourself or I will make you,” he growled.

That was an idea. You pushed the thought away and stood your ground.

“No,” you said again, the same saccharine smile glued to your lips.

“Fine. You asked for this.” His eyes were excited, and you knew you were in for a treat.

He snatched up your free hand and held it in place with the one he had captured earlier, transferring his grip so both of your hands fit in one of his.

“Wait,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, annoyed that you were interrupting him. Again.

“I’ll turn over if you let me touch myself.” He flashed his teeth in a crooked smile.

“No deal.”

Without warning you were on your stomach, arms pinned above your head. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, hoping to whack him with it, annoyed. Sadly, you missed. He pressed his face against your ear, nipping at the lobe.

“I don’t make deals with brats. Remember that next time you decide to get on my nerves,” his voice was sinfully low, wetness pooling between your legs, the restraints on your arms turning you on more than you expected.

You chose not to respond, instead enjoying the pleasure of his free hand roaming your backside. He gave you a quick smack, hard enough to sting but heat went shooting up your body.

How does he know exactly what to do? You thought to yourself. You’d have to ask him later.

You felt his hand leave from your body, and you focused your attention back to him. You squeaked in response. His eyes were closed, his cock fully erect as he stroked it gently, slowly. A sticky droplet of pre-cum dripped onto your ass and you whimpered. He was still holding your hands above your head, but you felt like you might explode if he didn’t start fucking you.

Your insides were already wound so tight you were worried that you’d finish embarrassingly fast, so you decided to play fair and let him do his thing for a little bit.

It was nice to watch him languidly stroke himself, his lips slightly parted, breathing a little quicker than normal. You breathed through your nose, his musk, cedar and sweat mixing with his arousal into a dizzyingly delectable scent.

He slid his eyes open and looked at you through his lashes, adjusting his position to hover over you.

You hissed with surprise as he reached across the bed and snatched a condom from beside you, ripping it open with his teeth, not daring to release his hold on your arms. You were mesmerized as he dragged it over his length.

You tried to prepare yourself but there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you as he pushed the head of his cock into your wanting pussy.

He grunted as he slid deeper until he was fully sheathed, your cunt flexing to accommodate him. He was breathing heavily against the back of your neck. He only paused for a moment before starting a relentless pace, pounding into you, lewd slaps and your mewling echoing through the quiet room.

You clutched the pillowcase beneath your hands as you arched your back into him, achieving the perfect angle that started to unravel you. You mumbled his name, the only word you could remember.

Pressure continued to build in your core, your moans getting louder as his thrusts became more erratic, needier.

You could tell he was close, and so were you. You drove your hips back into his, each movement punctuated by your combined whines and groans. With a gasp you felt your release, hot pleasure rippling through your body as you orgasmed, muscles tensing and loosening.

He fucked you through your climax, his cock flexing with the beginning of his own release with his powerful strokes.

With a roar he finished, plunging himself as deeply inside you as he could, his strong arm letting go of your wrists. The two of you were panting, the pleasure putting you in a fog; it was hard to think.

After a few moments he gently pulled out and you let your tail unwrap from his leg as he padded into the bathroom to clean himself up. You stretched your arms and rolled onto your side, wondering if Vegeta would hold you when he got back. You hoped he would, but a large part of you could picture him saying something stupid like “I don’t cuddle,” and leaving it at that.

He returned shortly, still naked, but holding a clean hand towel. He extended it to you, and you accepted. He readjusted all the blankets as you cleaned yourself up and then climbed into bed next to you, laying on his back.

“Holy shit, Vegeta,” you breathed, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him, “where did you learn to do that?”

He chuckled, “I thought you didn’t have any interest in hearing about my sexual prowess?”

“That was before I experienced it. Seriously, how many girls have you been with before me?”

“You really want to know? If I tell you, you have to tell me how many men you’ve slept with.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I am dying to know.”

“You’re not going to like my answer.”

“Just spit it out!”

He laughed, a real belly laugh that had your heart skipping beats.

“If I told you it was just Bulma before you, would you believe me?”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“You’re lying.” “I’m not.”

“Mister ‘as if you have more experience than me’ has only fucked one girl?”

“Two, now. I’m good at counting,” he winked.

You just stared at him in amazement, laying back down.

“Unbelievable.”

He rolled onto his side, facing you, humor glittering in his eyes.

“Your turn. How many?”

“Umm, three guys before you? Nothing serious, obviously, just Yamcha and two randoms from a club I went to with the girls.” “Yamcha? Does every woman I date have to have history with that guy?”

“He’s just easy, don’t get jealous on me. Plus, you’ve only dated two women. Not exactly a trustworthy sample size.”

“Fair.”

“So, is this your weird way of asking me out?”

He blinked, “weird?”

“Well, you didn’t really ask. You just said ‘every woman I date,’” you pointed out.

He flushed, not sure what to say.

“If that’s the case, I would be accepting the offer, Vegeta,” you said softly.

He sighed, relieved.

“Good.”

You smiled and tucked your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you, and you drifted off into sleep.  

[mothiepillie]

POV: You're a roach

"You've gotta be fucking kiddin'..." - The Thing, 1982

Mimic is a new OC of mine I wanted to post because I'm finally out of my art block for now. Also can you tell I'm into transformers now lmao. I started watching transformers prime earlier in 2024 and went down the transformers hyper fixation rabbit hole like a dumbass and I've been loving Megatron more and more. Surprise shawty, another villain crush. But I remembered I have the power of art and can make anything I want and made Mimic and her backstory. So it's stupid and cliche but I like it. I'm still thinking of making a comic about it but I'm so lazy and can't focus on making one page let alone a panel so it's a hard maybe.

Mimic, Conjunx of Megatron/ Queen of the decepticons. She had the ability of taking on the appearance of any other cybertronian and using their powers to her advantage. She could also manipulate any part of her own body to transform into weapons or jets, wheels you name it to get by. But in her original form she's quite weak and relies on her reflexes to dodge a strike. Her chest and legs are made of a flexible material to change color, shape and any material to accommodate for her various forms whether robot/vehicle, the rest of her is pure metal and circuits. Her voice can change as well so it could be quite uncanny even to her when she's hunting down her target. She's still getting used to her body as she isn't 100% cybertronian. Whether or not she's actually a threat or just someone for Megatron to squeeze is totally up for debate to the other decepticons/Autobots since Megatron barely lets her out in fear she could get hurt again.

Mimic used to be a young woman named Violet, a energetic, kind hearted girl that lived alone on a small farm. And there's the cliche, a giant alien robot crashes on her farm. Violet earns the trust of Megatron by repairing him even enough he threatened her multiple times he'll kill her afterwards. She was determined to make sure he was functional and would die trying if she fails. Violet becomes his pet among the Nemesis, yet overtime Violet became more than a pet to him. He protected her from the other cons that found out about her presence on the ship. She was severely injured by a stray Autobot blaster shot which Megatron was devastated. He had her remaining intact organs used to power her new body that was made up of dead Vehicons and whatever was left of Makeshift after his demise. Since Violet renamed herself Mimic, she's still trying hard to fit in even though she knows she's an abomination. She can't eat, barely sleeps because of nightmares, nor can she feel pain, only hot or cold or pleasure. Now that she was crowned queen, she's determined to lead her new army to either victory or peace with the Autobots, though she is protecting her own home world by keeping the fights away from other humans.

Just a couple things of Violet before she became Mimic. Violet's past is a bit weird but I'm still trying to figure it out. Making new OC lore is so hard, especially when they start out with the cringe stage of making them. Right now I'm trying to make her story work and not too lovey dovey robot/human romance even though it kinda is lol. I like a little bit of angst n drama. I'm still trying to make her work by not making her that one OP character that can beat Goku lmao. I just want to make a cool character idea without making her sound cringe 😭 anyways. Thank you for reading if you read everything. I don't post on here often because I don't draw often and don't have a lot of good drawings to post initially. Also yes, I use bases because I'm super bad at perspective.

[number-one-hiphop-tribe]

goku luck (w/ hancho), do you all understand strawberry?

kenta i know you understand strawberry, so ill ask you a harder question. what two molecules are key in the aroma of a strawberry? and yes. this weather gal would very much like to know.

Inukai: "Do I...understand strawberry? I don't think so? If you could explain it a little more I might remember, but I'm not sure...

...Don't ask me stupid shit like this. It's getting real fucking tiring."

Ryoga: "isn't a strawberry just a strawberry. what."

Shion: "it is hard to figure out...it is february so i guess there's lots of stuff with strawberries on them...was that it?"

Kenta: "do i look like a fucking botanist to you? if you wanna know then just look it up www weatherboy"

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: troupe brainrot part what

okay i had some thoughts saved up

so with the flashback chapters + several months of brainrotting about these stupid bugs.

types of character progression arcs i think the troupe would have. thats just me tho

so by reverse engineering each member of the troupe i have a few definite conclusions of their character arcs based on other anime that i rather enjoy.

uvogin - wind breaker. i have not read the manga but this guy going from the strongest to THE STRONGEST is definitely fitting. plus learning how to do more with his fists than just destroy (pure headcanon fight me i love this man) is just really cool.

alt. just any generic shonen "power through and you win" character arc. eg. goku, deku,

like hear me out. he was already crazy strong, bro threw a brick so hard it made shalnark flip at least three times. (also shalnark's head is thick as hell for not DYING to that)

learning nen just opens the gate to this idea of being the strongest man on earth so all of his fights that actually count as fights would be his struggle to the death.

i dont know who exactly he fought that would ever make him struggle, but early days uvo having to gon-style power up to punch GOODER is going to consume my available brainspace until the day i die.

pakunoda - death note. tell me right now to my face that homegirl did not have to wrap the cops around her finger SEVERAL TIMES. homegirl has the suit jacket and all, she is rocking six figures AND the spider tattoo, i just know she had to lie her ass off to stay off record.

which she is. she is still off record by some fucking MIRACLE.

like she's the only one of the troupe i can see having an actual permanent estate away from home. we have no idea what the troupe does in their free time, but i know for damn sure she actually puts that money to good use.

SO I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE. she has gotten at least one detective on her ass connecting her back to the troupe that she has to conspiracy theory into believing its not her

i have a few good scenes stored up in my notes and god DAMN. she could put in some serious work.

shalnark - monster. johann liebert with a twist of lime. need i say more.

manipulator. the only one of the troupe that we know of. (illumi and kalluto dont count) so boy had to struggle on his own for inspiration.

add on the complete disregard for human life and this apparently flippant judgement of life and death and holy shit you've got one fucked up little dude. add on the lack of untraceable fingerprints and other dna and wow. that's ONE FUCKED UP LITTLE DUDE.

i dont know if he'd have one persistent guy after him his entire life. i think he keeps his trail clean. but good lord it'd be funny. imagine that's how he loses the long hair. he finally kills the tail that's been after him for 10 years and then makes the chop because he no longer needs the calling card.

nobunaga - demon slayer. its swords and martial arts. tell me to my face that ain't him. im watching demon slayer rn and all im thinking about tiny nobunaga getting his ass BEAT by old man sensei until he learns how to use the damn sword.

im sorry but i am loving demon slayer for the training arcs. i am throwing nobunaga onto that big ass mountain, throwing him in the river, throwing him into the dirt.

nobunaga getting the sass knocked the fuck out of him to a point he genuinely loves the art and carries that goofy aah sword around him everywhere.

i dont have a good third bullet. sword man go brr.

thought i had more but i do not. i mean i have a fully fleshed out bonolenov story arc but it does not map onto any outside characters i know. same with kortopi and mayyybe shizuku.

i'll revisit this when i have more thoughts but these are thoughts i have.

[yeowangies]

Powerful

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PAIRING: Goku/F!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Established relationship, Explicit Sexual Content. WARNINGS: PEGGING. WORDCOUNT: 876

Summary:

He had a mischievous, ardent gleam in his eyes that gave away what he had in mind the second he walked into the house that day.

Notes:

First submission for kinktober! I'm not doing every day, but I have plans to do at the very least 5 days (but hopefully I'll get to do more), and some prompts are intertwined with spooky, halloweeny themes 😈

Day 1: Pegging

You could tell what Goku’s mood was just by looking into his eyes. It was something that came with years of being together, understanding of each other in silence. You knew for sure he got you just as much, even things you tried to hide out of embarrassment or fear. 

When he came home from training in the evening, you knew for sure he had missed you. And immediately noticed that he hadn’t only missed you, but all of your body as well. Kissing you, touching you, pleasing you. He had a mischievous, ardent gleam in his eyes that gave away what he had in mind the second he walked into the house that day. 

It still took you a bit by surprise when Goku reached for the strap in one of your drawers when you were getting ready for bed. 

You didn’t do that often, and most of the time he verbally asked to do it. Your heart jumped in your chest when you saw him confidently approaching the bed while holding the toy and the lube in his hands. 

It was never a shock to see how unashamed Goku was about intimacy; you figured it had a lot to do with his upbringing (or lack of); yet it was still a thrill to see him squirm submissively while you got him ready, two fingers sliding in and out of his ass carefully, making him groan loudly every time you reached that tender spot inside. 

“Oh, fuck!” He grunted, eyes clenching shut and back arching when you curled your fingers just right. 

You couldn’t help but stare with eyes wide open. You’ve done this a handful of times but it was still crazy how Goku could open himself up for this, spilling curses that he rarely even saed in his daily life. You had his cock in your other hand, softly stroking, and he was already leaking.

How erotic, this sight of him, spreaded underneath you. 

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a sweet, messy kiss, pouring in it your adoration for him. Goku returned it just as sloppy, wrapping one arm around you, threading his fingers in your hair and tugging hard. 

“Honey…” He begged, looking at you through hooded lids, face red. “Put it in, come on…”

How could you say no?

Taking out your fingers, you sat up, keeping your eyes on his face as you repositioned yourself, nudging his rear entrance with the tip of the strap. 

“I like it when you beg.” You grinned, completely pleased. 

“I know.” Goku smirked, and your heart fluttered. 

The skin between your legs throbbed as you slowly slid the toy inside, stroking his cock at the same time. He didn’t particularly like a slow pace, and while you knew you couldn’t really hurt him, you always tried to be mindful at first, pulling in and out at a steady, careful pace.  

Goku kept his eyes on your face before lowering them to your hand on his dick for a brief moment. His smile wavered and his chest heaved as if he was under great stress. 

“Harder.” His eyes bored holes into yours while he reached for your hand, pushing it away from his dick and tugging at it to bring you closer. 

You complied, more than happy to do it. With both hands holding his hips, you pulled out before pushing back at once. Goku grunted, throwing his head back against the pillow as you picked up the pace, snapping your hips against his, aiming to please him. 

When you stroked his sweet spot, his back arched and he let out a loud, incredibly sensual moan that made heat pooled in your abdomen. 

“Fuck!” Goku groaned, smiling and with eyes shut. “Feels so good!”

You felt pride in being the only person to see him like this, the curves of his body showing off with every flex of his muscles as you snapped your hips against his with earnestness. Running a hand up his chest, caressing his skin, he flinched when you pinched his nipple, gasping just at the same time you thrust into him particularly hard. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” You purred, settling your hand on his waist as you put all your effort into fucking him as hard and as fast as you could.

Goku was too far gone to even reply, you knew by the look in his eyes, darkly gleaming as he gazed at you. His cock was bouncing with your every move, smearing precum all over his abdomen, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away even if your life depended on it. 

You have been going at it for just a few minutes, but you immediately noticed he was getting close to his climax. Muscles tensing, jaw clenching, head lolled back. No matter how many times you witness it, it was always a sight to behold. He was truly beautiful, and it was all because of you.

The strongest man in the world, in the universe, flinching and flushing underneath your touch, completely and willingly submitting to you, to your touch and your thrusts and your kisses. You’ve never felt more powerful. And you couldn’t wait to do it, over and over again until he was completely satisfied. 

[frogshipping]

💬 🎀 🎆

Hi Rebecca!! Tysm for the ask, I hope you and Mirko are having a wonderful day <3

I'm gonna answer for a few different f/o's today I think!

💬: How did you two meet?

For Reigen: Viti met him one day when him and Mob were out on a job trying to exercise a museum she happened to be visiting. The ghosts were making the animal skeletons and taxidermy "come alive", which she moroniclly thought was part of the exhibit's attraction at first. When she realized it wasn't however, she was like "oh shit" and tried to fight the displays to get them to stop fucking around. Then Reigen came along to try and show off his "psychic abilities" to them. Viti could tell it was Mob doing all of the work, but they were so intrigued by Reigen's showmanship that they gave him a chance to prove himself. Even when Reigen couldn't, though, Viti was entertained enough that she wanted to get to know him more.

For Yor: One night when Viti was still new to the Spy×Family universe, she was taking a midnight stroll to learn her new surroundings. From around the corner she saw a bloodied woman walking by and rushed to go help her. When they started examining Yor and questioning where she was injured, Yor smiled and reassured, "Don't worry, it's not my blood!" Yor was afraid Viti would be startled by this roght after the fact. She also worried that she would be reported for being discovered. Instead, Viti was interested to hear how Yor managed to get someone else's blood on her. She was ever more intrigued to discover Yor is an assassin, and became eager to learn even more about her from there.

🎀: What was your first date like?

For Goku: their first official date technically was right after Goku and Viti confessed their feelings for each other. They'd already been watching the sunset together when it happened, so they stayed where they were for the rest of the night, stargazing. They talked at the same time, mainly trying to figure where to go from here and how to navigate their new future together. They also had to discuss goals: letting friends and family know about the relationship, potentially getting married or having kids, is this going to get super serious or be a casual relationship, ect.

For Sucrose: Viti took Sucrose out for a night of dancing, just the two of them. They wanted Sucrose to take some time to relax and unwind, since she was always so occupied with her experiments. Even though they were both nervous (neither had ever danced before), they had a great time together

For Reigen: He tried cook Viti dinner at his place, but out of nerves he royally fucked the dinner up (he burned everything. He got distracted reading cook books trying to get everything perfect while Dimple was giving him criticism the whole time, further taking his attention away from the food. Also yeah Dimple was trying to "help" him cause Reigen is awful when it comes to dating, he fumbles the bag so hard.). By the time Viti got there, everything was in ruin. She helped to clean up, and offered to order them some takeout instead. They ended up watching movies and making out on the couch afterwards. We love a cringefail man, what can I say

🎆 : What’s a random fact about you two?

Viti and Sucrose are both super into science! They can infodump to each other about their preferred fields for hours. They like to exchange books and articles to help each other learn more about their preferred science and will hide love notes and tiny gifts in-between pages for each other.

Goku and Viti get into rock paper scissors fights sometimes to determine who gets to make certain decisions, or to figure out who does what chores at home (and occasionlly they'll tie an annoying amount of times, but eventually a winner a called)

Reigen cannot sing for shit, but thinks he has the voice of a god. He'll serenade Viti while they try their best not to wince at the sound.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Oh darn, I forgot my queue ran dry. But it's a nice, rainy day off and an old story has been on my mind. Let's call it Thursday Afternoon Toriyamaposting this time. I like Dragon Ball. Especially colloquially to mean I like the part where Goku's a weird kid from the mountains. The Z arcs have some fun parts but it's just such a roadmap for what I don't like in anime in others but I loved early Dragonball. It has a magic that made it so popular, really hitting at that common trend of popular manga featuring a clash between old and new. The Red Ribbon Army saga is where that fully feels like it comes o fruition which is why I love it so much.

It all starts with Muscle Tower, which like a certain first act I'm extraordinarily fond of works as an overture. This little moment has always been a favorite though. Girl save Goku, tells him of troubles, he sprints off to smash them, a young Eiichiro Oda is taking notes. But here Goku stops and figures out what snow is for the first time. The theme won't fully mature until the great side story of going to the city to find Bulma but it's here. Up until now Dragonball's world was hard to get a good grasp on. The Red Ribbon Army was a great vehicle to solidify that through. What technology they had, their operations beyond the magic balls that could make Red taller. Talking about inspiration, I wonder how much Toriyama took from Cyborg 009 here. That one wasn't afraid to rip from ongoing Cold War headlines, but the RRA clearly draws from the Axis Powers. Which by that point felt quaint and campy. Seriously, even the relatively clean landmark Japanese manga of the 80s has the hero dunking on foppish Germans and Japanese caricatures. Speaking of.

Then you have this weird usage of a past series. Arale and Penguin Village just end up being a theater of combat because fuck you that's awesome. Goku should have brought Arale to Namek. Look how fearsome she is. But honestly, also cool how the Red Ribbon Army keeps coming back. My favorite part of Z is when we're dealing with rogue androids of their making. Because you have 8 in this early part of the original arc it ends up being one of the most brilliant connections in the whole series. Saw they had come up again in Super, probably need to check that out.

[dballzposting]

hey i just related a probably significant life experience to dragon ball and thought you would give me the least normal answer out of anyone i could ask

so i just got back from therapy with my glasses BROKEN IN HALF in my pockets because i was so tense and crying so hard I CRACKED THEM LIKE A FUCKING PENCIL WITHOUT EVEN NOTICING WHILE TRYING TO CLEAN THEM

and i remembered "hey GT Trunks had glasses" so i wanted to ask you specifically if you think that might have been something that happened to him too because i feel like he could very well get to that point of stress in GT specifically like in a meeting he would get so stressed but try to disguise it and try to clean his probably fake glasses and end up breaking them in half

also it could work in your brain as well because i figure that getting bullshit pseudo psychoanalyzed by SON GOTEN would do that to him too but i don't think he would cry in that kind of situation i feel like hes too Vegeta to cry if Goten ever said something remotely true about him in his rambles spawned via Gohan books he should not have been reading because you know how a broken clock is right at least whatever the fuck the saying was?? well i feel like if that ever happened Trunks would just instinctively break anything he had in his hands at the moment or alternatively if Goten said something so wrong it offended Trunks to the point of violence, which should be a lot because he probably prides himself in being civilized and The One In Control when he really fucking isn't but he tries to be even if its pretty fucking shallow he gets points for effort

Also Future Trunks would probably break something he was holding by accident if you scared him, kinda guy to go super saiyan on accident actually even if it's like once in a blue moon because personally at least i think Future Trunks LOOKS like he would a very calm and understanding person and he is about trivial topics! but he's very emotional and prone to anger otherwise, at least TEEN Future Trunks is very prone to act first before thinking even if it might seem that is not his preferred approach to most situations but like he does act rather rashly all throughout Z so i feel like you could scare him into breaking something or anger him enough to make him go super saiyan accidentally (additionally he would feel bad after realizing he had broken something because yknow when you don't grow up with much you don't really wanna be breaking shit even if your situation gets like better and all? not something that would happen to present trunks, who is rich and should be kicked in the balls or something)

But then again there is Old Man Super Future Trunks (He is forever 17 lol)(He is a 30 year old man in Super)(So he's not even that old but like even Goku looked at least a bit older at 30)(Actually no he didn't he kind of looked the same he did at 18 at 29 never mind) Who i believe is a lot more calm by nature of just being.. Sadder. That is a sad man right there he is pretty fucking miserable but he still has hope he always has hope that's his thing anyway he is soo sad i don't think you could scare HIM into breaking anything or turn him super saiyan on accident i feel like he has his strenght under control these days and if you made him angry enough he would have a very toned down reaction unless it was like a universe threatening deal in which case he would go berserk like he would've as a teenager yknow as he does

also back to the glasses.. I like the idea of the glasses not being fake for some reason i think trunks should get glasses since saiyan hybrid vision CAN deteriorate as seen with Gohan being BLIND AS FUCK so i feel like at some point Trunks would end up damaging his vision since well- i'm pretty sure it was just like flavor text somewhere but Future Trunks enjoys tinkering with machines and as we previously discussed (months ago the fucking bra electric car saga) Trunks would probably be alright with hardware at least, so i find it fun to think that young Future Trunks would try to like fix the dragon radar or something and he'd be either holding it comically close to his face or he'd be completely hunched over like a shrimp and Bulma would walk in and be like "Ooh there is something wrong with his eyes. fuck." and Future Trunks would be like "Oh yeah that makes sense.." and his Gohan never really got to the point of needing glasses but he would probably choose something Gohan would have for his new frames

And if Present Trunks was in that same situation he would drop to the floor defeated and punch it like he was just told he was gonna die tomorrow because he thinks glasses are for nerds and he isn't a fucking nerd and he would refuse to wear them and years later he would be like "Shit i do need glasses alright i'm the smart one anyway i can rock that shit"

This would however not happen to "relatively normal for a saiyan" grown ass man GT Trunks. He would notice if something was wrong with his eyes and get his dumb fake glasses some real lenses.

ok bye goodnight i have nothing else to say EXCEPT look at this picture i found in trunks' wiki

that's it. buenas noches, gente *se cae la lona en la carpa de circo y quedamos a oscuras*

i think it's important to get that sort of energy out when you have it .. Im glad your broke your glasses. But the expression of such energy is more effective and consummate when you are really aware of how your body feels when feelings come on and when you move your muscles. Next time you should break your glasses with more attention and purpose and while really feeling through how it feels to engage those muscles in order to discharge the energy mobilized more efficiently. if you can. for greater healing. If it's not overwhelming in the moment . Not that I care or anythinf .....

Trunks takes his glasses off to clean them as a way to create space between himself and what bullshit these executives are spinning in his meeting room .. And then he looks down and in his hands there is just. Shards. Crumbs if you will

THANK YOU for seeing and acknowledging that Goten "bullshit pseudo psychoanalyze[s]" him. Thank you for knowing that it's bullshit and inspired by his cursory-not-really readings of Gohan & Videl's books. It's so important

I think that it's interesting to see Trunks as someone who purposefully keeps himself composed and calm, even in front of Goten, ESPECIALLY in front of Goten, because Goten just does not work like that. And with all of his time with Trunks, he should be able to see through Trunks's exterior, so even if Trunks is putting up a front (which Goten would take offense to since theyre such good friends), Goten would see through it no problem. And if Trunks doesn't succeed and in that moment breaks his glasses in his hands, Goten would probably definitely notice.

I don't know what he'd say ... Goten would be on again about Trunks's emotional armoring and how his circumcision factors into that (he had a brief conversation with Videl about certain theories by Wilhelm Reich ONCE and now he thinks he knows things and he believes what little he knows 100%). And Trunks takes his glasses off to rub his eyes because he's sick of hearing about his circumcised pingo. And then Goten says something about how Trunks's skin always goes cold when Goten tries to give him kissies and Goten thinks it's because that Trunks rejects the feelings of affection in that moment because he doesnt trust Goten with his feelings since Goten, despite always being emotionally available, has always been player 2 and the younger one, and Trunks doesnt think he can trust little Goten with his feelings + he doesnt want to burden him with that + to give Goten his feelings would admit that Trunks isn't that grand or cool and that his momentous inner self is actually totally manageable, thus retroactively delegitimatizing the way that he's kept to himself his whole life, tobbling Trunks's entire self-image. And Trunks wants to say that this is bullshit but he wants to put his glasses on first and he moves to do that but they're just fucking shattered in his hands

Very interesting about Future Teen Trunks ... I definitely thought that he was calm, careful, and utilitarian. But I also remember watching it and feeling strongly "you can tell he's 17" and maybe that's what I was seeing? The passionate conviction that is perhaps orchestrated with more fire than is due? If he accidentally broke something he would have a proper burial for it like Gohan taught him.

Future Trunks in dragon ball super would not break anything ever becasue he's trained himself not to but I think that deep down he still wants to. He feels feelings and he just wants to squeeze really hard. He just wants to snap something. But he refrains. And that sucks

Future Bulma WOULD notice her son's eyesight. Present Bulma would not. This is becasue she does not notice that her own eyesight is not thsat good. She would be like "here put these goggles on so you can see better" she doesnt think like "hey maybe he and I should wear glasses ALL of the time" becasue she deosnt need to see that well unless building something sooo. Lol. Her vision is good enough. When everyone else can see something she can't she assumes it's just because they're a warrior and they train. If she saw her son hunched over trying to build something she would be like "Stop playing all those video games, you're ruining your eyes!" and then she goes to stare at a screen for 11 hours coding something

Im glad you remembered Bra Software Legend i really liked all of that

HE WOULD FALL TO THE FLOOR AND START PUNCHING IT!!! HE'S NOT A NERD!! But then later he would be cool with it because it makes him look smart and he IS the smart one anyway so it works. HE JUST CHANGES THE CONNOTATIONS OF THE GLASSES SO THAT IT SUITS HIS SELF-IMAGE .. so that he can justify WEARING THEM and BEING ABLE TO SEE!!! thats so perfect ... he just redefines reality

You're right if GT Trunks had to put real lenses in his frames then he would. And quit it with this shit

That's a nice picture Vegeta's such a cunt

*circus closes for the night*

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The Princess of all Saiyans

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

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Chapter 18

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Desiring a reunion with your darling brother already?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20 something years ago

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

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

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

"Father told you to stop calling me that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kinktober Day 7: Nipple Play(I Just Wanna Make Love to You)

warnings/kinks: nipple play, smut, teasing, breast worship, kinkiness, kissing. pairings: Raditz x Fem!Reader word count: 1.2k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

When Raditz first came to earth, you were just as frightened as everyone else. But somehow Goku had managed to get him to be more calm and docile and eventually Raditz came to live with you. You were the only one with a spare room. Goku’s been your best friend for so long, so you figured you could do him a solid and house his brother.

But what you never expected was to fall in love with this brute. It started off pretty rough, with the two of you often butting heads. It made Raditz so angry and frustrated whenever he tried to get used to life on Earth. But he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He became accustomed to the things that this planet had to offer and he soon fell in love with you too. It was so explosive when the two of you finally got together.

The first night was amazing. He took you out flying and showed you all his favorite places to go. The city looked  beautiful from the sky. He made you laugh the whole night, and when he brought the two of you home, you couldn't hold back any longer. The two of you collided in a mess of tongues and fingers and passion.

From then on, Raditz realized just how much you mean to him. You are this wonderful woman who makes him feel so warm inside. Lately, he’s been trying out all kinds of different things with you. It’s only normal that he would want to experiment a little bit. It was very arousing to have the big Saiyan pluck you up and have his way with you. His kinks are expanding as he tries different positions and different scenarios with you. The more you let him take what he wants, the more he discovers.

And in turn, you discover new things about yourself. You’ve been becoming addicted to him playing with your nipples as you fuck. Raditz catches on pretty quickly to what’s going on. He listens to the changes in your moans and the way your body reacts to the stimulation he provides. Raditz finds exactly what makes you tick and he uses all of these special moves on you.

Tonight was no different. He has you on the bed, all curled up in his lap. You look so pretty tonight, in that cute little dress. Raditz was hard even before the two of you entered the bedroom. His lips keep pressing on yours, and his tongue slips between your parted lips. You moan as the wet appendage rubs against yours, and your eyes flutter closed.

One his hands keeps you cradled close to him. The other one begins sliding down to your tits. You let out a soft gasp when he pushes his hand up the skirt of your dress. Raditz smirks when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra. It’s exactly like he planned this. It’s almost like you read his mind too, or maybe you were anticipating this. 

“Were you expecting this?” He asks, and he begins rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

Your breath hitches in your throat, “M-maybe!”

He chuckles before removing your dress completely. Your cheeks burn when you’re exposed to him, but Raditz doesn’t even care. He will do whatever he pleases. Both of his hands cup your tits, squishing them together. This makes you both giggle, but yours soon turn into moans when he lowers his face down to your chest and flicks his tongue against one of your perked nipples. Your fingers tangle immediately in his hair, earning a grunt from the Saiyan.

“You want this so bad, don’t you?” Raditz chuckles, and he watches you as he leans back in to suck on your nipple.

“Y-yes! Fuck yes, I do!”

He smirks against your skin and licks you once or twice. Your brain is so foggy with lust right now, you can’t even think straight. Words fail you as he begins switching from one nipple to the other. Your fingers stay buried in his wild mane of hair.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” You let out a sob at his words. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Shut up, Raditz.” You whine, but he only chuckles again. He loves getting under your skin like this. It turns him on so much.

Finally, he removes the little panties you’re wearing. He brings them up to his nose, and takes deep inhales. You watch as he shudders and takes another whiff of your panties. Something about your scent just drives him crazy. He tosses them aside when you let out the softest whine. Raditz adjusts you on his lap, and he parts your thighs so easily.

“Use your words now,” Raditz begins. “Do you want my fingers or my cock?”

You think about it for a moment, “Your cock, please.”

Raditz smirks, “You’re so desperate. I love that about you.”

He holds you up with one arm as he shimmies his way out of his pants. His cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. You can see a small stain where his cock was leaking. All of this is turning you on even more. You whimper as his fingers toy with your pussy for a few seconds, only for him to pull away to take his cock out of his boxers. Your mouth waters as you see his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen. Raditz begins stroking his cock with pride, a smirk spread on his face.

“That’s my good girl.” Raditz praises. He lifts you up with ease, and slowly gets you to sink down on his cock.

The head prods your hole for a second before it begins to split you completely. You whine and pant as the rest of his thick cock slides into you. Without another word, he leans down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth. All of this makes you cry out, and your juices begin dripping down his balls. Raditz has you exactly where he wants you to be.

“Take my cock, baby. I know you can do that for me.”

With another hard thrust, he is now completely balls deep inside of you. Your little walls flutter around his impressive length as your little pussy gets used to his size. Though it has been a while since you’ve first been intimate, taking Raditz always needs a little adjustment time.

Soon, he begins to pump into you so fast. His hips snap against you as he ruts into you like a crazed animal. His lips are still latched firmly on your nipple, switching to the other whenever it feels good to him. Pleasure builds quickly in the pit of your stomach. You’re already so close to cumming, and he hasn’t even been fucking you for so long. But this build up has made you so desperate and needy for him.

“So close already, huh?” Raditz teases, but he doesn’t mind. 

“P-please don’t stop.”

He fucks you harder with even more passion. The lips on your nipples don’t stop, instead he quickly switches back and forth between each breast. You shudder and shake as the pleasure becomes too great and you fall off the edge. With a loud cry, you cum hard. Your vision cuts to static as your walls pulse around Raditz’ cock. Your legs can’t stop shaking as well, and it makes him feel so cocky to get you to cum like this.

“Hold on tight, baby.” Raditz huffs against your chest. “We aren’t done.”

[ciaossu-imagines]

Using this reaction prompt, here are some scribblings for the Sanzo-Ikkou! I hope all my Saiyuki fans out there enjoy!

Send ‘You, my bed, NOW’ for the character’s reaction of your’s wanting to sleep with them.

Sanzo

Sanzo doesn’t like being given orders. At all. His first words in response would be along the lines of ‘Fuck off’ or ‘No’. And sometimes it’s because he’s really not interested in anything sexual at the moment and he’s just not feeling the mood but a good ninety percent of the time, it’s simply because he’s contrarian and doesn’t take being ordered around well at all and he’s going to refuse just to be a brat right back to the brat he thinks you’re being. If you genuinely want to instigate sex with Sanzo, this is definitely not the way to do it.

Hakkai

Hakkai will know exactly what you’re after. He knows what you mean and the look in his eyes and the slightly naughtier hint to his smile lets you know that he knows exactly what you want. But he will pretend he doesn’t know at all. He’s just so confused. Are you tired? If so, he’ll gladly tuck you in. Are you worried about his sleep? Because he’ll reassure you that he’s sleeping fine lately but thank you for your concern. He’s going to tease you so much with his feigned ignorance because, seriously, that was your attempt at seducing him? He’s torn between the fact that he thinks you’re cute being so forward and the fact that he wants you to put a little bit more effort into seducing him. He’ll at least guide you into a spot where he’ll have you saying more of things he’d like to hear from you to instigate sex and you’ll probably learn to never pull that line on Hakkai again.

Gojyo

So, Gojyo’s a pretty simple man sexually and if you say that to him…well, who is he to refuse a request from someone so gorgeous. So his only reaction would be to smirk, say something like ‘yes ma’am’ and…well, get to your bed right away.

Goku

Goku is initially going to be really confused, at least in the moment. It doesn’t matter if he has a little bit of sexual experience by then, he’s still always going to be pretty pure-minded. His initial reaction is definitely going to be wondering why you want him to go to your bed and his first words would be something along the lines of ‘But I’m not really sleepy’, because that’s what he’s assuming. He’ll fully tell you that, if you’re tired, he wants you to go to bed but he’s just not really ready for bed yet and that he’ll come sleep with you later. It’s going to take a pretty significant amount of time for Goku to clue into what you had actually meant by that statement, at least a couple of hours unless one of the others let him in on your meaning behind the words. When he does figure it out though? Boy is going to be kicking himself HARD.