#goku one shot

[solargeist]

Can we pretty please get a Grian and Xelqua meet-up?? I love how you draw Xelqua and Grian and I just need to see what they would do if they meet......for science of course

wait hold on.. goes crazy .. I don’t have a design for Xelqua, that was just Grian earlier, but…. I think it’d go well

I think Xelqua is his patron, so he’d be excited to meet him !

but I was also playing with the idea that Little Grian here is a reincarnated version of Xelqua, but still looks up to him, prays to him, would want to be picked up and hugged by him, the safety of it. (How can he be reincarnated and still have a form here ? Well the divine can be a bit finicky)

[fuckyeahnamekians]

When he's already the main character of the show and then he shows up trying to steal your birthday

[shannonsketches]

Thinking about how Toriyama wrote an Entire Plot centering around how Vegeta has spent the last seven years learning how to be happy and comfortable with his family on Earth and how he loves his wife so much that being Gently Reminded that he loves his wife was enough to pull him out of a violent midlife crisis and made him such a powerful guardian of Earth that Heaven broke its own rules just to put him back in that position

and Toei was like 'okay but in the sequel to that plot their marriage is terrible and he's never home'

[tytarax]

I'm sorry, I don't remember if I sent this to you!

What about Zamasu and Black Goku/fem reader with a period?

She thinks Zamasu is some sort of weird cat that you can lay on and the pain will gradually subside.

Zamasu, who knows how to heal wounds and uses his healing abilities to ease the pain, says nothing on the subject. He takes advantage of the reader's ignorance of kaioshin because it's literally the only time she's okay with company and hugs

You didn't

It's pretty funny actually, I'm dying with cramps rn, not because I'm on my period, but because my bestie is... we forgot to turn off the Bluetooth

Zamasu sat quietly in the dimly lit room, his eyes closed in meditation. The tranquility of the Sacred World of the Kais surrounded him, a stark contrast to the turmoil he often felt within. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes to see Y/N, her face pale and drawn, clutching her abdomen.

"Zamasu," she mumbled, her voice strained with pain. "Do you mind if I… lay on you for a bit? It helps with the cramps."

Zamasu raised an eyebrow but nodded. He had long known about the peculiar comfort Y/N found in his presence during her periods, and he was more than willing to oblige. He moved slightly, allowing her to settle herself against him, her head resting on his lap.

"Of course, Y/N," he said softly, his voice soothing. "If it brings you comfort."

As Y/N relaxed against him, Zamasu focused his energy, letting his healing abilities flow gently into her. He could feel the tension in her muscles begin to ease, the pain slowly subsiding. He knew that Y/N thought of him as some sort of magical, pain-relieving being, and he had never corrected her. It was one of the few times she allowed herself to be vulnerable and accepted his company so willingly.

"You know," Y/N murmured, her eyes half-closed, "you remind me of a giant, warm cat. Like one of those mythical creatures that can ease pain just by being close."

Zamasu chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Is that so? I suppose I could be flattered by the comparison."

Y/N smiled weakly, her hand resting on his knee. "Yeah, it's just… your presence is so calming. And it really helps."

He continued to channel his healing energy, carefully masking the true nature of his abilities. It was a small deception, but one he felt was necessary. In these moments, he could be close to her, offering comfort without the barriers that usually stood between them.

As the minutes passed, Y/N's breathing grew more even, the pain easing into a dull ache. She looked up at Zamasu, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Zamasu. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Zamasu's expression softened, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It is my pleasure to help you, Y/N. You should not have to endure such pain alone."

Y/N sighed contentedly, nestling closer. "You're always so kind to me. I wish I could repay you somehow."

"You already do," Zamasu replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your trust in me is more valuable than you know."

In truth, these moments of closeness were as much a comfort to him as they were to her. They allowed him to feel a connection, something genuine and untainted by his usual disdain for mortals. Here, with Y/N resting peacefully against him, he could almost forget his grand designs and ambitions.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, her body finally finding some respite, Zamasu continued to hold her, his healing energy a gentle, unseen force. He watched over her, his expression one of quiet contentment. In these stolen moments, he found a semblance of peace, and for now, that was enough.

While Zamasu provided comfort, another figure entered the room—Goku Black. His presence was a sharp contrast to Zamasu's, yet he carried a tray with a teapot and cups, his movements surprisingly gentle.

"I thought some tea might help," Goku Black said quietly, setting the tray down beside them.

Zamasu glanced up, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Black. That was thoughtful of you."

Goku Black poured a cup of tea, the fragrant steam rising in delicate tendrils. He handed it to Zamasu, who carefully brought it to Y/N's lips.

"Y/N, drink this. It will help you feel better."

Y/N opened her eyes slightly, taking a few sips of the warm tea. The soothing liquid seemed to ease her discomfort even further. "Thank you, Black," she murmured, her voice soft and grateful.

Goku Black smiled, a rare expression on his usually stern face. "Anything to help."

He settled down nearby, keeping a watchful eye on both Zamasu and Y/N. Despite his fierce exterior, there was a tenderness in his actions, a willingness to provide comfort in whatever way he could.

As Y/N drifted back to sleep, surrounded by the combined care of Zamasu and Goku Black, the two looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. In these moments, their shared goal was clear: to protect and comfort the one they both cared for.

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[thevelria]

Hate to love you, love to leave you (Toxic,Yandere Vegeta x Reader)

Author's note: It's a one part long stroy. Smut alert! Enjoy~

It’s been 2 years since I was “together” with Vegeta. Never ever was this thing mentioned between us as a relationship. As eager I was at the beginning, whining about wanting to be his girlfriend as much I didn’t give a fuck anymore. 

Oh the amount of time I wanted to leave him so far…kinda like every single day at least once. Then why did I still stay? Good question! A question I couldn’t have answered myself. 

-Could you please stop it? -I pinched the bridge of my nose. Vegeta kept clicking his tongue, while checking his phone and it drove me crazy.

-Stop what? - he raised an eyebrow with a total deadpan expression on his face.

-Clicking your freaking tongue -I took a deep breath to be able to keep myself cool.

-Tch… -he pulled a face and rolled his eyes. Oh and kept clicking his tongue.

This is how a simple, normal weekday’s evening looked in the lovely life of ours. After 10 minutes of listening to his tongue I stood up and started to leave the living room.

-Where are you going? -he hissed. He was obsessed that we both needed to be in the same room, when we both were at home. From the beginning he acted like this, but at first I found it sweet that he always wanted to be near me. Well, now…now I would have rather laughed at his childish attitude, if I found it funny. Shame, it wasn’t funny at all. 

-Out -I answered with a cold tone, not bothering to look at him at all. Vegeta rushed after me and grabbed my wrist, turning me around. 

-Are you about to call one of your dicks, who fuck you when I’m not around? -he hissed in my face.

-Not this shit again. You are insane -I rolled my eyes- How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not cheating on you. Never have and never will. I’m not a cheater for fuck’s sake! -I yelled in anger.

-Every cheater would say that - he pulled a face.

-Fuck you! -I sighed, because it really did hurt that he didn’t believe me. He never believed me…- You know what? -I was blinded by anger and pain- We’re done! -I shrugged his hand off of my wrist and headed to the bedroom. Packing my clothes in the bag I heard him clicking his tongue.

-Are we doing this again? -he rolled his eyes. I lost count on how many times I packed my stuff to leave him. 

-For the last time -I sounded cold, which surprised him. Usually I was yelling, screaming, throwing things at him and calling him numerous unholy names. But not this time. I remained calm and it frightened him a lot.

-C’mon baby -he walked next to me, gently grabbing my waist, turning me to face him- Don’t do this. You know you can’t live without me -he smirked arrogantly.

-Well then I’m going to die, because we are over, Vegeta. So please take your hands off of me… - giving him a dead expression, which freaked him out even more.

-My love, please don’t do this -he blinked fast, trying to figure out if I was bluffing or not. I wasn’t though, I was really determined to end this there and then.

-Stop acting like you care -I rolled my eyes, still packing. 

Vegeta started to panic, trying to collect his thoughts to figure out something. 

-I love you -he spat out the words, which made me freeze in my action. Never ever heard these words from his mouth, not even once -Please don’t leave me, baby -he kept begging.

Lost of words, I’ve been standing still above my bag, almost fully packed. Slowly turning around, seeing the fear in his eyes. Oh how much I was tricked one more time, naive me. I felt terrible, tears were filling up my eyes as I held out my hands to let him hug me tight. 

-Please, never leave me, Y/N! I…-he panted-I just can’t live without you!

-Sometimes you are such a freaking asshole -I giggled, hugging him even tighter. The ugly truth was that I was so deeply in love with this man that I didn’t see the toxicity slowly choking me to death. 

Vegeta’s hand started to travel down on my back, grabbing my ass hard. As he pressed his lips aggressively against mine, our tongue fighting for dominance. Always I was the one who gave in and let him lead the actions, his pride wouldn’t let it be any other way anyway. 

-I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg for mercy -he grinned in the kiss.

-I hope you will -I smirked. Not being a liar here, I loved the rough sex we usually had. Sometimes I was wondering about asking him to be gentle, but it wouldn’t be him. Vegeta threw me on the bed next to my bag above the clothes I layed out a bit before. Eager hands ripped my jeans and underwear down, spreading my legs wide open.

-Oh fuck… -I moaned out loud, grabbing Vegeta’s hair as his tongue pleased me in a way only he was able. Sucking on my  clit, and fingering my entrance at the same time made my whole body shiver- I’m so close..so close -I cried out after a few minutes.

I gasped, when he suddenly stopped.

-Why did you stop? -I panted heavily.

-You will need to beg me to continue -he smirked at me deviously. 

-Are you fucking kidding me? -I clenched my jaw.

-So… -he softly caressed my inner thigh, just even touched my lips between my legs- How bad do you want it?

-Vegeta, please, please -I started to beg. And there he was with his finger and tongue back in my wet pussy. He kept me still while I was riding my orgasm out on his face, pulling me in a deep kiss just after I finished. 

A few seconds later I was on my knees on the floor, while Vegeta was standing in front of me, fucking my mouth without mercy. I gagged on his huge, thick cock and he enjoyed it so well. Grabbing my head and thrusted even deeper, when my eyes were tearing up. I loved his dick to be honest, he definitely knew how to use it to pleasure me.

-Get on your stomach! -he commanded me, pulling his hard shaft out of my mouth. As I walked on the bed, one of his hands grabbed my waist, the other hand grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me down hard on the bed, my ass up in the air.

-You are so fucking tight! -he moaned as he slid himself in me- Tell me how much you love my dick!

-I love it a lot, Vegeta! -I breathed heavily, trying to cope with the pleasure he caused me.

He kept pounding me harder and harder, speeding up, his balls slapping against my pussy, sloppy sounds filling the room.

-Who’s your daddy? -he hissed at me, still fucking me hard from behind.

-You are! -I moaned in delusion.

-Good girl! -he smirked arrogantly- I will never let anyone else fuck this tight pussy. It’s mine! -he growled, getting really close to his release.

One more hard thrust and I felt his cock twitching inside me, pulsing, filling me up good. He thrusted twice more, before pulling out, throwing himself next to me, breathing heavily. 

-Y/N, I was serious before -he turned to face me, tucking my hair behind my ear- I’m not going to let anyone else to fuck you anymore. You are mine, only mine -he pressed his lips against mine roughly.

-Don’t worry, I’m only yours -I smiled at him, feeling the stupid love spreading in my body. 

***

-Vegeta, please hurry! We will be late! -I sighed angrily, waiting for him to finally get ready.

-Like I give a fuck -he rolled his eyes, stepping out of the room. Kinda tight jeans, and shirt he was wearing, which showed his perfectly toned body just well enough. Even looking at him made me drool in an instant. 

-Easy, girl. Stop eating me up with those eyes -he teased me.

-I can’t help it, you look fucking hot -I gulped, even thinking about staying home and begging him to fuck me hard. But I took a deep breath, collected myself, so we headed to Bulma’s house as we were invited for a house party. 

A lot of people were already inside the house, wasted, having fun, dancing, chatting. I spotted Bulma, so I rushed towards her, Vegeta closely behind me.

-Bulma! -I hugged her tight.

-Y/N! I’m so happy you two could make it. Please drink and eat as you wish. The bar is over there -she pointed in the direction behind me- Have fun, honey! -she kissed my cheek. 

From the corner of my eyes I saw Vegeta’s grin, but I acted like I didn’t notice anything. As we were wandering deeper in the crowd, Goku appeared in front of me.

-Y/N! -he picked me up quickly, spinning me around- Girl, I miss you so much! Why can’t we hang out anymore? -he put me down, looking at me sadly.

-We will find some time for that -I smiled at him in guilt. 

-No she won’t -Vegeta pulled a face at Goku- She’s not going to hang out with you anymore and if you touch her once again, I’m going to rip those filthy hands of yours off and shove them up in your ass.

-Vegeta, stop! -I widened my eyes-Stop being a dick. Goku is my best friend.

-I don’t care -he shrugged.

-I’m sorry Goku, I’m going to call you, I promise -I smiled at him, sighing deeply. 

Vegeta pushed everyone away from me, not letting me have any friends, especially not boys. Goku was my childhood friend, he was my best friend and I missed him terribly, feeling guilty to let Vegeta stand between us, but I loved Vegeta more than anything. 

During the night Vegeta disappeared for a while, but I didn’t really mind it. Reaching the bar, noticing Goku and an unknown man chatting and laughing.

-Am I interrupting something? -I asked, smiling at the two men.

-Y/N -Goku grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into his lap- Want to drink anything?

-Please… -I begged, laughing, standing up from his lap.

-By the way I’m C17 -the unknown man stood up from the barstool, stepping close to me.

-Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N -I blushed from head to toe. The ocean blue eyes of this man crawled under my skin within a second. 

-It’s my pleasure -he kissed the back of my hand.

-Uhh, be cautious , C17 -Goku laughed out loud- If her boyfriend sees this, he would kill you in an instant. A tiny bit of a maniac he is.

-Goku! -I snapped at him, even though he was totally right.

-Sorry, sorry -he scratched the back of his neck, still laughing. 

A few more cocktails later I’ve been still chatting and laughing with the boys and didn’t even realize that Vegeta was nowhere to be found. 

-May I have this dance? -C17 held his hand out to me as a pretty slow song popped.

-I don’t think it’s a good idea -I bit my lower lip.

-C’mon, it’s just a dance -he smiled. Oh his smile…how much it mesmerized me immediately. 

As I found out he was a great dancer, leading me softly, keeping a bit of a distance as he respected I was taken. It blew my mind to experience such a gentle act against me. Vegeta would have never done this. He wouldn’t have danced with me…like never in this life, nor would have he touched me with such a softness as C17 did. 

I almost cried out in agony, when the song ended and we headed back to the bar.

-He would be a better boyfriend than Vegeta could ever be -Goku leaned in and whispered it in my ear.

-Stop it -I pushed him away, shaking my head laughing. But deep down I was considering he might have said the truth. 

-There you are! -Vegeta snapped at me, grabbing my arm hard, pulling me away from Goku and C17- What the fuck are you doing with these two? Whoring around? 

-Vegeta, please -I gritted my teeth, not wanting to make a scene. But it was already late for that.

-Do you want to fuck my woman, huh? -he clenched his jaw in anger, looking back and forth between the two men.

-Just cool yourself down, man -C17 sighed, rolling his eyes- And I ask you to let her arm go, you grabbed it way too hard.

-Oh, you think so? -he smirked, grabbing my arm even harder, making me cry out in pain.

-Fuck is wrong with you? -I yelled at him, trying to free my arm- It hurts!

-Shut your mouth, woman! -he commanded.

Goku clenched his jaw and fisted his hand and at that moment I knew it was going to be messy. Goku punched Vegeta in the face hard enough to send him flipping over, landing on his back on the floor. 

-Stop! -I stepped in front of Goku, taking his hands in mine- I beg you, please -my eyes were tearing up.

-He’s a fucking asshole, Y/N. Why don’t you see it? You deserve better than this piece of shit -he spat on the floor.

***

Heated from the alcohol and his hurted pride the second we arrived home, he attacked me and pushed me in the bedroom. Vegeta was always a dominator, but this time it was even more. 

Ripping my dress off and pushing me on the bed, my back facing him. I could have felt he was already rock hard and he didn’t care how I was prepared or not. Vegeta took me in the second he got his clothes down.

-Fucking hell! -I screamed out loud, I wasn’t even wet for God’s sake. Going really rough on me caused me to gritted my teeth.

-Could you be a bit softer, please? You hurt me- I looked back at him above my shoulder, but he was in a totally different universe. Probably didn’t even hear me talking to him, focusing on pounding me as hard as he could. 

-VEGETA! -I yelled from the bottom of my lungs, which sobered him a tiny bit.

-What? -he hissed in frustration, still fucking me hard from behind.

-Be more gentle, it hurts -I sighed in discomfort.

Furrowing his brows he nodded slightly, taking back from the speed and the intensity of his thrusts.

He leaned in, grabbing my breast, while keeping to pound my already sore pussy.

-You feel so good, baby…I love your tight pussy around my hard cock -he growled in my ear.

-Keep going Vegeta, I’m almost there -I lied, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

My words pushed him on the edge, feeling him close to his climax as well.

-Oh, fuck yes, Bulma! -he screamed, while releasing inside of me.

-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY? -I pushed him back, causing him to pull out immediately.

-What? No, I did…I did not say anything… -he kept bubbling.

-Did you fucking call me Bulma? You piece of shit! -I turned to face him and slapped him as hard as I was able. The mark of palm drew its line on his cheek.

-I can explain! -he looked panicked.

-Oh really? REALLY? -I was raging- And how do you want to explain that you moan the name of my friend? HUH? -I clenched my jaw, as I was putting the pieces of the puzzle together- Wait a damn minute…Where have you been at the party, when you disappeared?

-What? -he was surprised by my question.

-Where were you?! -I shouted in his face- Let me guess, you’ve been fucking Bulma, right? RIGHT?!

-I’m sorry… -he sighed deeply.

-You are disgusting! -I clenched my jaw- Move! -I pushed him away, heading to the bathroom. I wanted to wash his filthy touches off of my body. Being cleaned I walked out, grabbing some clothes to put on, seeing Vegeta sitting on the edge of our bed.

-Baby, can we talk about it? -he looked at me with softened eyes. I spun on my heels and rushed out of the room without a single word.

-Y/N -Goku opened the door, rubbing his eyelids- Are you okay? 

-Can I come in? -tears were running down my face uncontrollably.

-That fucking asshole -Goku clenched his jaw after I told him what has just happened.

-I was so stupid…so so stupid -I hit my forehead with my palm several times- But this time it is over! Please promise me that if I ever want to get back with that prick, you will not let it happen. 

-I promise, honey -Goku hugged me tight.

***

6 months later:

Not even a single day passed without Vegeta trying to contact me somehow. I even blocked his number several times, but he immediately got a new one. Calls and texts without an ending. In some of them he is begging me to forgive him, confessing his undying love towards me and in some threatening me to be killed if I keep ignoring him. 

It was a simple Tuesday evening, I just got home from work and started to cook dinner, when I heard a knock on my door.

-Who can it be? -I shrugged, heading to the door. My eyes widened seeing Vegeta standing in front of me with a beautiful bouquet in his hands.

-I got this for you -smiling softly at me, handing the flowers.

-What are you doing here? -I rolled my eyes.

-Let’s talk this through, baby. I can’t live without you, please come home. Come home with me -he breathed heavily.

-Vegeta, just leave me alone -I wanted to close the door, but he blocked it with his feet. 

-Please, baby! I love you! -he kept bubbling. His eyes popped wide, when he noticed a palm on the door. As I let the door loose, it opened wide.

-She asked you nicely to leave -C17 said with a cold tone- Me on the other hand won’t be so gentle. You have like a second to turn around, before I mop the floor with your filthy face -he clenched his jaw.

-You fucking whore! -Vegeta hissed at me in an instant- We only broke up a few months ago and you are already fucking this faggot.

-Please, go inside the kitchen -C17 smiled at me softly.

The second I disappeared from his sight, he attacked Vegeta, punched and hit him as hard as he could, beating him half unconscious. Vegeta beat him up pretty much as well, but not as near as C17 did to him. 

-If you don’t go home right now -C17 gritted between his teeth- you won’t be able to go home anymore. Vegeta could barely stand up, leaning against the wall. 

-She’s mine! Never forget that! She will crawl back to me no matter what -he spat some blood on the floor.

-You had your chance, but you fucked up. Let me tell you a secret prick -C17 smirked- if you would have treated her the way she deserved, she would have never left you. Now it’s my chance and oh I can make you sure I’m not going to be an idiot like you! -he laughed, slamming the door on Vegeta. 

[spilledbeans116]

Happy saiyan day everyone! To celebrate, I did a little self insert x Vegeta one-shot fic! I’m planning on doing one for Broly, Goku, and maybe even Raditz too! :)

Not sure if I’ll have the others done by tonight, but I wanted to share the Vegeta one with you all. The reader’s gender is not mentioned and they aren’t described so you can be you in all of them. Hope you enjoy!

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Saiyan Day • Vegeta x Reader • 838 Words

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“What the hell are you doing?” Vegeta grumbled, crossing his arms and coming to a stop in the doorway to lean against the doorframe. He was in dark blue sweatpants and a casual gray t-shirt, having just woken up from his nap. Well nap was used lightly as he had been out for close to 14 hours after a week long training session with Goku. You, on the other hand, were dressed nicely; your favorite semi-casual clothes causing the prince to raise an eyebrow. “Why are you dressed up?”

You were currently finishing setting your kitchen table with a white tablecloth, plates, napkins, and utensils. A small vase sat in the middle, with a red rose and a candle beside it, and you smiled as you set down two wine glasses. ��It’s saiyan day. Since you ‘don’t remember’ your birthday, we have to celebrate something.”

You could see his nose crinkle up a bit as he processed your words, those expressive eyebrows of his as dramatic as always as they furrowed. “The hell do you mean it’s saiyan day? As if your species even knows mine exists.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you shrugged, making your way back into the kitchen. “But the date sort of sounds like ‘saiyan’ if you shorten it, right?”

He rolled his eyes, “you’re grasping at straws.”

“I suppose,” you replied, beginning to stir at some mushrooms and onions on the stove. “But I’m doing it nonetheless.” You tapped the spoon against the pan three times before reducing the heat of the stovetop. You turned on the oven light, squatting down to check how the steaks and baked potatoes were finishing up. “Why are you up already anyway? I thought you’d sleep a little longer?”

He walked into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps echoing slightly around the room. “I smelled something cooking and assumed someone broke in. When do you ever cook anything?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, “I’m surprised you haven’t burned the whole place down yet.”

“Interesting words coming from a man who couldn’t figure out the microwave,” you laughed, standing again and turning to face him.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” He snapped, turning away and pouting.

You giggled a bit and slid on some oven mitts before pulling the pan the steaks and potatoes were on out, shutting the oven off after and placing them on the stovetop carefully. “My point still stands, my prince.”

He blushed at that and took a moment to pause before speaking again. “Did you invite Kakarot as well? Broly?”

You placed your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow. “I said we’re celebrating you, dummy. I know you don’t like large groups, and I can’t imagine you sharing a day with Goku of all people.”

He simply nodded.

You could feel the smile creep up onto your face as you poured the mushrooms and onions into a bowl. “I meannnn if you want them here I guesssss I could-“

“No,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “No, this is good. You were right the first time.”

“Perfect!” You grinned, beginning to make him a plate. “I made you four steaks, but I have more in the fridge if you want me to heat them up; it’ll only take a minute.”

“Four is fine,” he said, coming up behind you and kissing your shoulder. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he pressed his forehead to the back of your neck and ran his hands over your hips. “I still don’t understand why you felt the need to do this.”

“Well, you do a lot for me; hell you do a lot for the whole planet,” you laughed softly. “You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, you help out around the house, keep our friends safe… I wanted to try to return the favor, just a little bit.”

“Thank you.” He went quiet after that, the both of you standing in silence for a few minutes. When he spoke again it was barely a whisper, the deepness of his hushed tone sending a shiver down your spine. “I… love you.”

You could feel the warmth spread across your face as you turned to face him. “I love you too, Vegeta.” You kissed him quickly, causing him to freeze up once more as he was left in shock. “Now go change!” You grinned, turning him around and pushing him out of the kitchen. “I polished your chestplate and boots and everything for this! Enjoy it!”

“Y-you and your damned sneak attacks!” He stuttered, flustered to all hell. He sounded annoyed, but you knew otherwise. He loved you more than he’d ever be able to put into words, and you knew and understood that. You loved him and he loved you, and that’s all you needed to feel at peace. Random day of the year or not, he deserved to feel as special as he made you feel everyday simply by being with him.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Are there any more babiieees? What about dogs since he has cats??

Crying every time you guys ask a question I gotta relaunch the game and force myself to quit cause I'm not trying to play rn TToTT

But ye, he had another one when I was playing a bit before bed last night

His name is Jojo, which yes, is 100% for JJBA

As for dogs, I'm pretty sure you can only have 3 pets at a time unfortunately

[waffle-time-god]

WHY IS THE MOON SO EASY TO DESTROY IN DRAGON BALL

[honmyoseagull]

(My shoulder is still killing me when I type, so, late and probably only offer for the Monthly Minekura Christmas challenge. Too bad, Seemed like such a nice challenge @monthlyminekura was offering. I loved when it crossed my dash.)

Obviously late for Day 1: Bells

Fanfic - Saiyuki Gaiden.

Jingle in Paradise

Sekai, down below, is a messy place, a chaotic place. This is why dreams exist, some divinities surmise, to allow the pathetic creatures living there to try and make sense of their absurd world and meaningless lives in their sleep…

Whereas Tenkai? Beautiful. Quiet. Orderly and perfect. Souls are blessed and untroubled, there.

Therefore, kamis don’t dream.

(Usually.)

For a while, Kenren-taishou hadn’t even had the words for this fake reality invading his sleep and leaving behind a strange taste to his waking hours…

Always the same images.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders as he walks. Darkness, the road, the man on the ground. Lying there, face down. Bleeding. He knows who it is. At once. Kenren just… knows. And when the wounded man reveals his face, and smiles… It’s even worse to be proven right.

Waking up, heart pounding, breathing hard. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes to chase the smell of wet earth and metallic blood still very present in his nostrils… It’s his morning routine, now…

Yume. He’s found the word in one of Tenpou’s beloved books. Dream.

But having a name to put on the phenomena doesn’t really help. So he distracts himself some other ways, accepts to run ridiculous errands for Tenpou on Earth below to fill his days between military missions and duties. So he forgets to sleep. (After all, kamis don’t really need to.)

That day, when he comes back home, with a small stock of Tenpou’s favourite cigarette’s brand, he’s in a reasonably high mood. Doesn’t even knock before making his way into Tenpou’s library. Still stops dead, though.

Obviously a tree standing in Tenpou’s office is not the weirdest thing Kenren-taishou has seen in his superior officer’s place. Plus he’s the one who got ropped into dragging it in here a few days ago, so, there’s that. (Yes, Tenpou had tried to explain. No, Kenren is still not sure he gets this Sekai “Chrissmass” thing and the point of it. Though he kinda liked the way the word had curled the marshal’s lips, so unfamiliar on his tongue, and the twinkle of delight it created in the man’s green eyes.) What’s more incongruous is the treatment Goku is inflicting on it. He must have zoned out when Tenpou explained, because he can’t fathom why the gaki is basically dressing the poor piece of vegetation in tinsel and adorning it with shiny stuff…

While the kid, back to him and still unaware of his presence, chatters his heart out to his Ten-chaaaaan!, asking of him his thoughts on his efforts, Tenpou stands right there, a faint contented smile floating on his lips and curling around an unlit cigarette.

Kenren sighs indulgently (he sometimes suspects Tenpou would forget his head weren’t it attached to his body), drops his package on a low table and draws closer to his superior officer in order to offer him his lighter.

Tenpou, after bending his neck a little to meet the flame, smiles his thanks, expression for once uncomplicated and somewhat almost blinding for it.

Kenren reflexively smiles back.

“Tadaima,” the general says, a tad too soft.

“Okaeri,” Tenpou replies, oddly solemn, and oh-so warm…

And sometimes, they just don’t need more words. Both lapse into silence, watching Goku have his fun.

There’s a soft sound, then, that comes from a corner of the room. The one of a page turned.

Oh, the blond grouch his there, too.

Curled on Tenpou’s office chair, his long legs tucked under him in a slightly bizarre way, at Tenpou’s desk, nose deep in one of Tenpou’s books. Kenren can’t help but think he’s out of place here. But where would Konzen-douji be if not far from his little charge, right?

Must have felt the weight of the general’s gaze, too, because the blond sourpuss raises his eyes after a few seconds.

His nose does this frowning thing, and Konzen glares a bit, too, as if he objected to the just lit cigarettes: he has a vague gesture of the hand as if to chase the delicate smoke that hasn’t even reached him yet, Kenren is sure.

Heaven forbid Konzen would look like he was enjoying himself being here, right, once he’d noticed he was watched…

But Kenren had seen.

For once there’d been this inabitual bubble of calm around Kanzeon-bosatsu’s nephew, very unlike this ever present buzz of irritation surrounding the man at any given time that often gets under Kenren’s skin.

The general could go at it, needle the man a bit. Changes his mind, though, and turns his attention back to Tenpou.

“Hey,” he simply calls, reaching for something tiny in his leather coat’s pocket and throwing it in the marshal’s direction.

He brings back little odd things from down below Tenpou hasn’t asked for, sometimes. Can’t help it, the marshal is so easily delighted…

The marshal snatches it from mid-air without much effort, in spite of his sloppy appearance. People forget, sometimes, that Tenpou is a soldier, a very good fighter at that, with the good reflexes it entails.

In his palm, a little sphere, something golden and delicately inlaid, with only a tiny slit on the metal and a tiny little ring to hang it, probably. Tenpou grabs it with two fingers to raise it closer to his eyes.

And they have drawn the kid’s attention too, now :

“A new christmas ornament? How did you know!” Goku exclaims, already reaching for the little thing.

But Kenren grabs him by the scruff of his scrawny neck. He loves the kid. To pieces. Still… and it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but :

“It was for you,” he tells the marshal who was about to let the itan child have the gift. “It sings,” he awkwardly adds, then.

With his chibi saru-free hand, the general sends a finger nudge the thing in Tenpou’s grasp, and as he knew it would, the little ball hidden inside the golden shell moves, eliciting a delicate little sound.

“Yes, it would be wasted, just hanging still on a branch,” the marshal eventually acquiesces, brows already furrowed in reflexion, eyes invisible behind the harsh reflexion off his glasses. And without warning, he’s a flurry of activity. In three strides, he’s near a startled Konzen, reaching over him for a drawer, fishing into it, of all things, for a little ball of thin but solid wire and a little pincer.

It takes him hardly three seconds to figure out a way to fasten the sphere on the wire and create a little hook at the other end. Then, the marshal’s hands fly to the side of his head.

Not even a hint of hesitation, and he’s piercing skin and flesh pushing the metal through the little round part, till the gold orb hangs at his ear.

Kenren stays stunned for a full second. He hadn’t seen this one coming. But in the little things like the big, Tenpou is sometimes reckless to a point that could scare a lesser man than the general. (Who he is he kidding? Totally and indubitably scares him when he ventures to think about it.)

“What do you think? You said it was for me, right?” Tenpou says, smiling a bit like a proud loon around this cigarette he has managed to keep between his lips all along. He turns his head a little on his slender neck to show off, and a little ringing sound comes out the little sphere as if to gently underline the gesture.

It allows for Kenren’s hand to find the side of this face, on the pretence of angling it for a better sight.

A pearl of redness gathers at the puncture wound and collapses on itself, truly miniscule rivulet down the abused lobe.

It’s  nothing, but it’s like a jolt to Kenren…

And the familiar images come, unbidden, while he’s still wide awake this time.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders—

Gravity makes its office, and the scarlet drop hits the shoulder of Tenpou’s labcoat. (Shocking) little flower.

“Chi.” Goku says, his little face raised to them. Tone odd.

There’s something in the way the kid’s nostril flare. Something flinty, for a second, obscures his golden gaze, suddenly metallic instead of warm. He’s like a different being for a second, one who could could inspire terror.

But the flash on the gaki’s features is so brief it feels like Kenren has just imagined this, that he can blame his already frayed nerves…

And the general doesn’t know what takes over him. He gathers the marshal to him by way of grabbing his labcoat, and leans in, on an impulse, towards the man. Till his lips are on Tenpou’s earlobe. The iron-y salt of blood and the tiniest hint of a real metal’s taste mingle on his tongue. He feels his officer still. And tense. Tenpou’s hand is suddenly on his arm, its message unclear. Stop. Or… Don’t you dare stop. Kenren wouldn’t know. Maybe Tenpou doesn’t either.

Goku, oblivious anew, saves them from public awkwardness, dragging his Ten-chan back to their tree… Since they are not conversing anymore, it must be alright for him to get back his friend to keep him to himself.

Kenren decides not to acknowledge how suddenly bereft he feels.

Also, now it’s on his tongue that the taste of blood lingers.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders, the darkness the road and the dying man, bleeding and smi—

Stop, the general tells himself, feeling uneasy. Now the dark thoughts hunt him even awake… What the hell is happening to him?

He feels a gaze on him and, whip-sharp, his head turns on his neck, catching Konzen’s eyes.

It’s a frown subtly different from the usual scowl, on the blond’s face. More considering. Almost… worried. And directed at him.

How odd, Kenren thinks.

But already the divine bureaucrat is averting his eyes. He has surprised Konzen’s eyes on him, and the blond god is probably as embarrassed at having been caught looking as Kenren himself is by his own lapse of attention, by how he has let his own discomfort show…

But he’s a soldier. He knows tactics. He knows… diversion.

He pastes his patented shit-eating grin on his face, and with a jerk of his chin, indicates Tenpou.

“Ever told you how I met him, Goldie?” And Konzen frowns a little, not entirely duped but curious nonetheless. “Came into his office and found him buried under piles of his own books.”

The great Konzen-douji can’t help a particularly unelegant snort.

“That would have been such a stupid way to lose him,” Konzen manages to offer. His book is definitively forgotten on his crossed legs.

“Heh. There an intelligent way?” Kenren needles.

It’s a just glance, that’s thrown his way. A flash of violet. But with a might and a steel you wouldn’t be used to, thinking of the spoiled nephew of the great Kanzeon-bosatsu. Surpringly, it cows Kenren the tiniest little bit.

“Yeah, no way we’re losing Tenpou,” the general weakly agrees, hardly above a whisper. Because the alternative is unthinkable. “Not that this itan kid of yours is better anyway at staying out of trouble,” he still feels the need to retaliate.

Over there near the tree, the marshal is giving a boost to the heretic child in question so he can reach the higher branches. Tenpou’s move makes the little sphere at his ear tinkle again.

It derails them both a little:

“Like a bell on a cat,” Konzen unexpectedly comments, and there’s something speculative in his gaze as it then flies to his charge, like it gives him an idea, and in a way, Kenren gets why. How tempting it would be to be able to always know where the kid is, be sure to be able not to lose him.

Kenren has spoken about this with Tenpou more than once. They’re just like Konzen. The three of them feel it, that unclear menace gathering around this kid. Even in this perfect place Heaven is supposed to be.

When has Paradise stopped being Paradise?

But then Goku says something that unexpectedly wrenches a surprised laugh out of Tenpou, and as the marshal’s body shakes in delighted mirth and he throws his head back, the little bell once again jingles.

And for a second, Kenren is able to forget the disturbing thoughts. He just drinks the sight.

Tenkai is paradise once again. A place where souls are supposed to be blessed and untroubled.

The End

[chaoartwork]

“I hate peace!”

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Happy birthday to this slug alien demon. Just a cute bundle of chaotic evil he was.

[theworldasseeninbaybayin]

Oneshot idea: Clark reports to Lois Lane and "Superman"-s that, oh!

[caspersscareschool]

why does everybody think im gay

HEARTBREAKING: Man who had a whole outfit planned for the day wakes up feeling masc

[tytarax]

Okay! Feel free to answer this request when you feel comfortable! No pressure :3

Platonic yan Goomasu who has deluded himself into thinking reader is his baby sibling :) and is trying to hunt them down after killing off the remaining survivors in the area and is shouting out for them to come out of hiding while reader attempts to escape the ruined city in the hopes of hiding away somewhere else, but then Zamasu catches them anyways and drags them back to his cabin :333

The once-thriving city lay in ruins, its streets littered with debris and the remnants of what once was. Amidst the destruction, a single figure moved stealthily, trying to remain hidden. Y/N was desperately trying to escape the wrath of the weird dude who had decimated the remaining survivors. Zamasu, a twisted fusion of Goku Black and Zamasu (:P), had convinced himself that you were his lost younger sibling and was determined to find and protect you, no matter the cost.

"Come out, little one!" Zamasu's voice echoed through the shattered buildings. "It's not safe out here. Big brother is here to take care of you!"

You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest as you crouched behind a collapsed wall. The irrational fear of being found battled with the hope of finding a way to escape the city and hide somewhere safe. Every step you took had to be calculated, every noise avoided, as you tried to stay one step ahead of the deranged deity.

"Don't be scared," he continued, his voice carrying a disturbing blend of gentleness and authority. "I won't let anything happen to you. Those mortals were a threat, but I've taken care of them. You're safe with me."

You knew better. Safety was a distant memory, replaced by the constant terror of being caught by the god who saw you not as a person but as a possession. His delusions had grown stronger with every passing day, his obsession with you deepening as he eliminated anyone he deemed a threat to his "sibling."

As you carefully navigated through the rubble, your mind raced with possible escape routes. Maybe if you could reach the outskirts of the city, you could find shelter, somewhere Zamasu wouldn't think to look. But the sound of footsteps drew closer, each step a reminder of the relentless pursuit.

"There you are!" Zamasu's voice rang out, filled with twisted joy. He had spotted you. Panic surged through your veins as you bolted, running as fast as your legs could carry you. The uneven terrain made it difficult, but adrenaline pushed you forward.

"Don't run from me!" Zamasu's voice was laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "It's dangerous out here! You need me!"

Despite your efforts, his divine speed quickly closed the gap between you. Before you could react, his hand grasped your arm in a vice-like grip, yanking you back with a force that sent you stumbling to the ground.

"No!" you cried, struggling against his hold. "Let me go!"

"Shh, shh," Zamasu cooed, his eyes wide with a mix of frustration and twisted affection. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. You just need to understand that I'm doing this for your own good."

Tears welled in your eyes as you fought against him, but his strength was overwhelming. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you in his arms as if you were a fragile child. The contrast between his gentle hold and the devastation around you was horrifying.

"Don't worry," Zamasu murmured, his voice soothing in a way that sent chills down your spine. "I have a place for us, away from all this chaos. We'll be together, just like we should be."

As he carried you through the ruins, your mind raced with thoughts of escape, but every movement only seemed to tighten his grip. Eventually, you arrived at a small, secluded cabin, hidden away from the destruction. Zamasu pushed the door open and brought you inside, setting you down gently.

"See? Isn't this nice?" he asked, his smile unnerving. "We'll be safe here, away from all the danger. I'll take care of you, just like a big brother should."

Despair washed over you as you realized the extent of his delusion. To Zamasu, this twisted version of care and protection was genuine, his mind warped by his own godly arrogance and insanity. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that escaping his clutches would be nearly impossible.

For now, you could only bide your time, hoping that some semblance of sanity would return to the god who had lost himself in his delusions. Until then, you were trapped in a nightmare, a prisoner of a divine protector who saw you as his precious, fragile sibling.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[tobiasdrake]

Which DBZ antagonist do you like the most?

Boring opinion, I know, but I gotta give it up for the Obvious Choice.

And I'm not just saying that because I haven't had a chance to talk about him yet.

Frieza runs a real estate empire that carries out genocidal acts of gentrification, purging tracts of land of their native inhabitants so he can sell their land for profit. Commenting on this choice for his ultimate villain, Akira Toriyama stated that he made this decision because real estate speculators are the worst people there are.

Fucking based.

From the moment we meet Frieza, he is a monster. Toriyama likes this Big Guy Little Guy dynamic where the Little Guy is the one you really need to watch out for. Frieza is the Littlest Guy ever.

He's so tiny. And yet you know exactly who the most dangerous person in this group is. Zero question.

By the end of this altercation, Frieza reveals one of his signature attacks, giving us our first glimpse of the kind of person and the kind of fighter he is. This is such an important moment for his character and I'm kinda mad that the anime had Dodoria do it instead.

Muri destroys the Scouters and blinds Frieza. I've talked before at length about the devastating impact that this move and the Namekian warriors' attack has on Frieza's campaign.

But once it's done, he has to face the music. He's not getting out of this alive.

In one last desperation play, Muri tells Cargo and Dende to run while blocking them with his body. And that's when it happens.

This is Frieza.

Specifically, this is Frieza's Death Beam. It's never actually given a name, but is generally referred to as Death Beam. We've seen a move like this only once before.

The Dodonpa, signature technique of Tsuru-senryu, first introduced by the assassin Taopaipai, was built for extreme lethality. This is not a technique for fighting; It's a technique for killing.

What makes Frieza's Death Beam stand out from the Dodonpa, however, is its accuracy and its speed. He threads the needle around Muri to hit Cargo before anyone even has a chance to react.

We see its accuracy and speed again six days later, when it finally catches up to the other child fleeing from him here.

The panelwork here calling attention to everyone's reactions as Frieza's ki bullet shoots past them, as his shot threads the needle between all obstacles in his path to strike his target far behind them. Dende is dead before anyone can even process that Frieza fired.

This is the difference between the two techniques. The Dodonpa is a gun. The Death Beam is a sniper rifle. Faced with the physical hurdle of bodies impeding his path, Frieza point-clicked Cargo and Dende to death.

He later executes Vegeta this same way.

Done with you.

All of this context for Frieza's sniping shot serves to set up the stunning subversion when Goku arrives to fight.

Frieza's never seen this before. Goku shouldn't even be able to see the shots coming until they've perforated his lungs. That's how Death Beam works. It's this moment that lays it out: Frieza's about to be tested like he's never been tested before.

Speaking of cool techniques, I've always been partial to this move from his Third Form.

The anime gives Frieza little ki bullets coming out of his fingers but I want to note that we never see a physical projectile when he's doing this. Frieza jams his fingers back and forth in the air while something pulverizes Piccolo.

I've always imagined he's poking the air so fast that it's hitting Piccolo with pressurized air currents. Similar to Goku's Mazoku air current punch from the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai.

But that's just me.

In any case, Frieza's got some fun moves. He's something of a hobbyist martial artist. Which is to say, Frieza has an interest in martial arts. In addition to his Death Beam, Frieza's concocted a litany of other interesting techniques.

He even invented the Kienzan, independently of Krillin.

Though he can remote operate his Kienzan so it's strictly better than Krillin's. Frieza, in his spare time, has come up with a bunch of cool moves. Too bad he has no idea how to use them.

Frieza's greatest weakness is his inexperience. He practices martial arts the way a business CEO who bought a log splitter so he can cut some wood and feel woodsy practices agriculture. Frieza has never had a proper chance to truly experience martial arts, because he was born too powerful.

The only partner who's ever even dirtied his skin was his dad.

And even that isn't much. Frieza's too strong. He wants to pursue martial arts. He wants to hone his technique. But when you win every fight by blinking too hard in the opponent's direction, what even is there to practice?

Frieza created a transformation to seal away his immeasurable ki because he was born with so much ki flowing from him that he can't even contain it. At his peak, Frieza's ki bleeds out of him. He simply can't contain it.

Goku wonders aloud why Frieza took so long, even after the fight turned against him, to go to 100%. Frieza's been all "Oh I'm only using 10% power this is my 50% you made me go to 75%" and Goku's like, "Okay. My dude. What's this about, for real?

This, incidentally, is not a great translation. What Goku's saying here is supposed to be basically, "Perhaps when you use your full power, your body can't handle it."

He is correct.

Frieza's Full Power has a lot in common with Super Saiyan 3. His theoretical maximum ability is wildly different from the reality of what he's capable of, because he bleeds ki like it's going out of style.

So, while other characters wound up earning transformations that make them more powerful, Frieza created a transformation to seal away some of his incomprehensible ki.

Then he created a couple more because even though he could now control his strength and even manipulate the amount of ki he's releasing at a time, he was still too powerful for anyone to ever compete with and needed even more ki sealed away.

Again, not a fantastic translation from the people who brought us "bottom-tier boy", as Frieza's statement here could be interpreted as saying that he gets taken by a berserker rage or something.

What he's saying is more like, "My power is so great that I can't properly contain it."

Point is, Frieza transformed to lock down his ki and seal parts of it away, so he could control the rest better. Then he kept going, locking away more and more and more of his ki. And even at his most nerfed, he's still five times more powerful than the Second Strongest Guy in the Universe.

Frieza has never in his life had the opportunity to be pushed. That's what makes Goku so enthralling to him.

Frieza plays with Goku because he's genuinely having the time of his life. This guy can fight him in his Final Form. Nobody can fight him in his Final Form. He's so happy, he straight-up forgets that he's trying to complete a genocide against Goku's entire race.

He said that five minutes ago. Gohan's hidden power freaked Frieza the fuck out. Saiyans are too strong now. They've gotten too strong. Frieza cannot permit them to keep existing because they're getting strong. Every last Saiyan, every last one, must die. Every single one. Scorched earth, no survivors.

But then he meets a Saiyan martial artist who's a technical master and pushes him more than he ever thought possible and suddenly:

He goes from "Saiyans are TOO STRONG and they all must die because they might threaten me" to "OH MY GOD I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN CAN I KEEP YOU!?"

It's this desire for a true rival, this opportunity to satisfy his amateur's curiosity about martial arts, that ultimately unravels him. Frieza has one ruthless and pragmatic option for ending this fight once it starts to be too much for him. He can technically stop the fight any time he wants.

But he can't bring himself to do it. He wants to fight. He wants to compete. Frieza's been on the outside looking in at martial arts for his entire life and even when his greatest fears are fulfilled and the Super Saiyan is in front of him, he wants to try.

So when he does attempt to pull his Lethal Ragequit, he pulls back at the last second. He can't bring himself to do it. Goku initially assesses that Frieza held back out of fear of hurting himself.

But later, as Frieza begins unlocking the final chains on his ki, Goku changes his assessment. Noting that if Frieza really held back simply out of a mistake, he could have shot the planet again at any point to finish the job. He's been letting this play out because he can't bring himself to end the greatest fight of his life that way.

This fight is still happening because Frieza wants to compete. I mean, he wants to win, of course, but he wants to win as a martial artist. He's never truly gotten to be a martial artist before.

He is not the guy winning the gold medal at the Tenkaichi Budokai. He has never been that guy. He's the guy who buys up the land the Tenkaichi Budokai is held on and then bulldozes all the people off of it. But in his heart of hearts, he wants to be that guy. That guy is so cool. Frieza wants to play too.

In a sense, by hosting the Cell Games, Cell got to live Frieza's greatest fantasy.

This is who Frieza is. He's the cruel and wicked heir to Genocide Realtors Inc., who is in love with the idea of being Tenshinhan - A desire that exists at odds with - and undermines - his pragmatic business sense, so to speak.

He is the most vile character in the history of Dragon Ball. The worst kind of person. He is also an overeager child whose wealth and privilege prevents him from ever truly enjoying his hobbies, to an extent that he'd be almost pitiable but for all the genocides.

And he is Dragon Ball's greatest villain.

[thevelria]

The Dating App (Adult Trunks x Reader x Vegeta)

Have you ever wonder how Vegeta would act on a dating app? Well I did...and wrote a story about it. Enjoy the chaos~

Trunks was walking to the living with a huge grin on his face, he wanted to do something to cheer his father up. Since Bulma left and divorced him, Vegeta was only a shadow of himself, and didn't really care about anything. Trunks was terrified of the thought of his father becoming a maniac killer again since there was no one who could have held him back anymore.

-Dad?! -he called out for Vegeta, but no answer was heard -DAD?! -he yelled.

-What son?! -Vegeta hissed at him from the kitchen.

-I have something for you!

-Did you not see my phone? -Vegeta asked, as he didn’t even hear his son.

-It’s in my hand -Trunks giggled- Come to the living room, I want to show you something.

-Why on Earth do you… -Vegeta was raging.

-Just come here dad, please -Trunks took a deep breath, rolling his eyes.

Vegeta stormed in, anger burning in his eyes.

-SO?! -he crossed his arms before his chest.

-Come, sit down -he petted the spot next to him.

-Oh for fuck’s sake -Vegeta pulled a face, but throwing himself down on the sofa.

-I downloaded the Dating App to your phone -he bit his lips nervously. Trunks knew exactly how his father would react, but he also was sure it was going to help him distract himself from the terrible feeling of being alone.

-Huh? -Vegeta widened his eyes, as his blood started to boil.

-Hey! -Trunks interrupted him before he could burst out in anger- I think you need to start meeting women. Mom left so long ago and you need someone to share your life with.

-And why do you think I need any woman? -he raised his eyebrows.

-Dad… -Trunks cracked a half smile- Just give it a chance. You need to move on, just like mom did. Since she got married with Yamcha…

-Uhh… -Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose- Don’t even start…Yamcha. I still can’t believe she chose that weak, useless human over ME. Like he’s not even a saiyan for God’s sake. It’s like choosing rotted sausage over a juicy steak.

Trunks chuckled slightly, his father and his examples…hilarious.

-Well this app will help you to find someone. I’m sure of it! You can talk to anyone, go on dates etc. Let me show you -he unblocked Vegeta’s phone.

-How do you know my password? -he gasped.

-Seriously, dad? Your password is Kakarot_is_a_Clown…like everywhere -he bursted out in a laughter seeing his father clenching his jaw defeated.

-So… -Trunks opened the app, showing the screen to Vegeta- Here at bottom you can see icons, which lead you to different parts of the app. You can upload pictures of yourself, write things about you etc, I filled it for you. 

-You did what?

-This other one is the message box, it will pop up, if someone texted you. And this is the matchmaking area… -Trunks kept talking, totally ignoring his father’s stare. 

-The what? -Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows.

-Uhm…it’s where you can check pictures and short introductions about people, then decide if you are interested or not. Let’s try it okay? 

Vegeta nodded slightly, still thinking it was full of shit.

-How about this girl? -Trunks asked- She looks pretty.

-Meh… -Vegeta rolled his eyes.

The next 10 minutes was about Vegeta huffing and rolling his eyes, so finally Trunks gave up.

-Okay, maybe later you can try it again and see if you find anyone who you are interested in, okay? 

-I won’t -he shrugged.

***

As the night came Vegeta was getting ready for bed. After he took a hot shower he headed back to his bedroom with only a towel around his waist. Drying his hair with another towel he sat down at the edge of the bed, when his phone buzzed.

-What the heck? -he looked surprised, reaching for the device. After unlocking it he saw a notification came from the Dating App. 

-It says I have an unread message?! -he raised one of his eyebrows- Okay, remember Vegeta, remember…how did Trunks say it? Click here? -he tried his best and smirked as the unread message popped on the screen.

-Man, I’m so  amazing -he hummed to himself, but then he started to read the text and his eyes widened bigger and bigger second by second, forming a terrified look at the end of the message.

“Hey Vegeta!

You look just my type. Damn you are so hot and fine. I would give my life for you letting me lick those abs of yours. God, how much I want you to fuck me…fuck me hard daddy!

Wanna meet?”

-What the actual fuck? -Vegeta hissed, tossing the phone away on the bed- That’s just sick!

Getting a boxers on in front of the wardrobe he was still shaking his head in disbelief. After crawling into bed, he sighed deeply, reaching for his phone again.

-Okay…just a quick peek -he said.

2 hours later he caught himself scrolling the pictures, looking at the girls the app offered him. His eyelids started to close, feeling really sleepy.

-Just one more -he yawned big, stretching his neck left and right. 

As soon as he swiped to the next person his eyes popped open.

-Dear Lord -he whispered as staring at a girl with a beautiful face, perfectly curved body, kind smile -She…she is beautiful -he gulped, tapping the match option immediately. 

***

I was laying in the bed, playing some games on my phone. Okay I was playing Candy Crush, but hey I was an expert… When a notification popped on my screen, making me surprised. 

-Hmm…it seems someone tried to match with me -I yawned a bit, opening the app.

Scrolling through the unholy messages I received from horny ass men made me roll my eyes. Then I clicked to see the matchmaking icon.

-Vegeta… -I’ve read his name out loud- Well let’s see who you are…Vegeta -I smiled, clicking on his profile. My jaw dropped, seeing a spiky, black haired man with a pretty much perfectly toned body.

-Holy shit! -I rubbed my eyelids- Nah…it must be a scam or something. There is no way in hell that a man looking like that is on a dating app -I shook my head, rolling my eyes. But I started to check his profile anyway.

First I was scrolling through the 2 pictures he had. The first one was his profile picture, him being shirtless,wearing bandages around his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter, one hand holding an apple, the other hand grabbing the edge of the counter.

The second one was him standing in a yard or something, looking kinda pissed off, his arms crossed before his chest. Next to him there was a taller guy, also freaking pumped, smiling awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

-This must be a joke -I took a deep breath, reading the introduction section below.

“Hello, my name is Vegeta. I like training and would love to meet a woman who can keep up with me.”

-Well, not much to know about him according to this…Maybe I should match him and -I shook my head- Nah, Y/N don’t be stupid…

But I matched him anyway. 

***

Vegeta’s phone buzzed, notification popping on the screen.

-What the… -he reached for his phone on the nightstand, but then it hit him hard- Oh it might be the girl… 

His smirked was wide and arrogant, when he saw that I matched him.

-Huh, so predictable…any woman can resist the Prince of the Saiyans -he clicked his tongue- Okay, what should I write…something smooth, but straight -he pressed his lips tight, concentrating on the task.

“Hello Y/N,

Thank you for accepting my match request. You are beautiful. We should date!”

-That’s perfect -he sent the message, sighing proudly.

***

-Oh -I laughed out loud, reading his message- Well it seems, he wants to skip the bullshitting part.

“Maybe we should text a little bit, before we date.” -I sent him a reply.

“Unnecessary. Choose a place, I will take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning” -he said.

“Uhh..I will probably hate myself for this, but okay. Do you know the place “Henry’s”? Meet there at 8”

“I know. Okay! See you there.”

***

The next morning I felt kinda nervous, I wanted to look cute, but didn’t want to push it too hard. After an hour of trying to find an outfit I gave up and just threw something on. 

On my way to the restaurant I kept repeating the conversation we had last night.

-He acted so… -I furrowed my eyebrows- I don’t know. Cold? Confident? Arrogant? Yeah these three at the same time. 

Vegeta was already in front of the building, waiting for me to arrive. He was wearing tight black jeans and a kinda loose dark blue shirt.

-Holy shit -I widened my eyes, when I noticed him- Dear Lord, he looks hot as hell -I blinked fast.

-Good morning -I smiled walking up to him.

-Morning, woman -he blushed slightly.

-Uhm, my name is Y/N -I didn’t like him calling me ‘woman’.

-I’m Vegeta -he turned away, heading into the building.

Raising my brow in surprise I followed him inside. -It’s going to be interesting…or probably awkward -I thought to myself.

-What do you want to eat? -he looked at me strictly.

-Uhm, uhm…let me check.

-Tch… -he rolled his eyes.

-Sorry, it won’t take long, I swear -I smiled embarrassed.

-Waiter! -he snapped his fingers arrogantly.

After we ordered, I was hesitating to start a conversation. Vegeta was sitting in front of me, arms crossed, looking…annoyed?!

-So -I took a deep breath- Why did you match me? You seem clearly annoyed by my present -I smiled kindly, even if I knew my words were sharp as a blade.

-You are beautiful, I liked you -he hummed with so much easiness in his voice it made my jaw drop.

-Oh -I blinked in discomfort.

-What about you? -he raised an eyebrow.

-Well, you…you looked hot and handsome. 

Vegeta smirked and slightly nodded, seemingly I fed his ego well enough. During the breakfast he stayed silent and I didn’t bother to say anything either. We’ve been sitting there in silence and it was getting awkward.

-Please split the receipt -I smiled at the waiter.

-If you dare to do it I will break your arm -Vegeta hissed- I’m the man, I’m gonna pay for your food, woman -he glared at me deadly.

-There’s no need to be a rude prick -I snapped at him- You know what? Thanks for this lovely breakfast, I need to go now -I stood up and rushed out of the restaurant.

-Hmm…I like her -Vegeta smiled widely.

***

Later that day:

Laying on bed, staring at the ceiling I felt so angry.

-That arrogant bastard -I hissed out loud- Who the hell does he think he is? Acting like…I don’t know a king or a prince. Pff…asshole. I knew, I so knew it was too good to be true -I rolled my eyes, when my phone buzzed.

A new message and a new notification was waiting for me to check. 

Message:

Vegeta

“Hey, 

I really did have fun today with you. Wanna do it again?”

-The fuck is wrong with this man? -I raised my eyebrow- This is how he describes having fun -I giggled. It was so absurd I couldn’t believe it.

“Well, I don’t think it would be a good idea. You seemed clearly annoyed by me. Why do you want to meet me again at all?”

“Tch…you seem to be a strong woman. I like it. Wanna go for a drink?”

“Like right now?”

“Yeah, why not? Give me your address, I’m gonna pick you up.”

“There’s no way in hell I will give my address. Where do you want to meet?”

“God…okay. Jimmy’s bar?”

“Ok, I’ll be there in an hour.”

“OK.”

Sighing deeply, while knowing it’s the worst I could do…accepting his invitation…again. But there was something in this man, which made me curious. 

-Let’s give it another try -I shook my head slightly.

As I was about to put my phone down I noticed the matchmaking notification, so I clicked it.

-Trunks Briefs -I wrinkled my forehead, reading out loud the name of the man- Well let’s check you Trunks, shall we? 

I opened his profile and my eyes widened instantly. Lavender hair, ocean blue eyes, muscled body, soft, baby face.

-Damn you… -I chuckled- What the heck? Two hot men in two days? Is this some kind of parody? 

I accepted the request, then started to get ready to meet Vegeta.

***

-You look pretty -Vegeta cracked a half smile, greeting me in front of the bar.

-As you look fine yourself -I smiled as well.

-Shall we? -he pointed in the direction of the door.

-Sure -I wrinkled my forehead- He is…nice. What the fuck? -I thought to myself.

-So, Y/N -he sat down next to me- Tell me more about you. I would really like to get to know you.

-Sorry for asking this, but who are you? And where’s that arrogant guy I met in the morning? -I laughed out loud, making him blush. 

He looked way too cute and I felt sorry for him being embarrassed.

-Sorry -I smiled at him softly- I didn’t mean to. It’s just weird, you know? I mean…

-I understand -he nodded. 

We’ve been talking for hours, drinking cocktail after cocktail I felt a bit dizzy.

-Uh, I think I shouldn’t drink anymore, otherwise I’m going to be wasted -I giggled. 

-Do you want to call it a night? 

-Probably, yes -I took a deep breath.

-Alright, I’ll walk you home. I don’t want you to wander around the town alone. It can be dangerous.

-You are so sweet -I slapped my palm on my mouth, I didn’t want to say it out loud.

-Haha, thanks -he smirked- You are quite cute too.

Walking next to him on the street I struggled to clear my vision. I definitely drank more than I should have. After I almost fell on my nose, he grabbed me, twirling one of hands around my waist, keeping me balanced. 

-I’m sorry. It’s so embarrassing -I mumbled, standing in front of my door. The next thing was Vegeta pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but I kissed him back almost immediately. Throwing my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.

-Good night, woman -he broke the kiss, smirking at me.

-Good…night!

***

The next morning was a struggle, I was so hungover I wanted to die. I grabbed my phone to check if Vegeta messaged me. Well he didn’t. Just like in the next 4 days. At first I made up excuses for him, but after he refused to even respond to my text I knew what was about to happen. I was way too awkward and he ghosted me. That’s it that’s the thing…

After 4 days I checked my other messages as well, seeing I have an unread message from Trunks. He texted me the night I went out with Vegeta and I totally forgot about him. 

“Hey,

Nice to meet you, I’m Trunks. It made me really happy, you matched me. I would love to get to know you better, if it’s okay for you, too. Have a lovely day,

Trunks”

-Cute… -I smiled widely, starting to type a response.

“Hello, 

Nice to meet you Trunks, I’m Y/N. You seem like a nice guy, so why not, let’s get to know each other better.”

The next few days went by texting Trunks and talking with him for hours. Every time I got a message from him I felt excited more and more. Actually I started to fall for him even if I didn’t meet him in person yet. 

“So, I was wondering…if you would be free this Saturday night.” -texted Trunks.

“Let me check my calendar…okay, I’m free.”

“Haha, I like that you are funny. Would you like to go out with me? Like a date?”

“Of course. That would be nice”

***

I was feeling nervous, waiting in front of a club we agreed to meet at.

-Good evening, beautiful -Trunks smiled, holding his hand out.

-Good evening -I blushed in an instant, wanted to accept the offered hand, when he gently grabbed it and kissed the back of my hand- Let’s get inside, shall we? -he winked at me.

We walked to a free table, he helped the jacket off of me, just as pulling the chair for me.

-Such a gentleman -I giggled.

-Well, a beautiful lady like you deserves to be treated the best.

-Smooth -I shook my head smiling.

After hours of talking, he told me how bad he feels for his father. Since his mother left him and married another guy, his father is a different person. Trunks talked about him being on a date and even though he had fun and liked the woman, he decided to shut it down. 

-I’m sorry, Y/N -he faked a smile- I didn’t intend to ruin the mood -he scratched the back of his neck- Wanna dance? 

-Sure thing -I nodded slightly.

Oh man…his body pressing against mine, I could have felt his muscles through his shirt. It was getting more intense minute by minute. As our body was moving in sync, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. Rough but still gentle kiss we shared and it sent shivers down my spine. 

-You might think I’m crazy -he broke the kiss- But I think I’m starting to fall for you, Y/N. You are just everything I was looking for -he blushed.

-I feel the same Trunks -I pulled him in another passionate kiss. 

Even if I wanted more from the night I collected myself. He didn’t say anything about coming up and I was strong enough not to offer it either. I really wanted this to work out well. 

***

3 months later:

We’ve been dating for 3 months now and everything seemed just perfect. Trunks was in my apartment, just like always in the last few weeks. We were watching TV, me resting my head in his lap, when he turned to me with a serious look on his face.

-Y/N -he took a deep breath.

-What’s wrong? -I looked confused.

-I want to introduce you to my father. What we have is getting more serious and… -he blushed hard, trying to find the words.

-Sure, honey. I would gladly meet your father. After all the things you told me about him, it will be nice to see him in person -I caressed his thigh softly.

-Tomorrow? Lunch maybe? -he scratched the back of his head.

-Ok for me -I giggled. I found it super sweet how embarrassed he felt. 

***

Standing hand in hand in front of the door of the house I started to feel a bit nervous. What if his dad wouldn’t like me? Oh man, he must like me!

The door shut open and my eyes popped wide, when I noticed Vegeta.

-Vegeta? -I blinked fast in confusion.

-Y/N? -he gasped as well.

-Wait! Do you guys know each other? -Trunks furrowed his eyebrows.

-Well…uhm -I tried to find the right words to describe him that his father fucking ghosted me several months before.

But Trunks was a smart guy, he collected the pieces together really fast.

-Wait a damn minute. She was the one you dated? -Trunks looked shocked at his father.

-Maybe -Vegeta smiled in total discomfort. 

I imaginary facepalmed myself like 100 times in a second. 

-I can’t believe this shit -I thought to myself- It’s not fair, just not fair!

-Trunks, I think I should go home -I let go of his hand and was about to leave. 

-I know this is awkward -Vegeta sighed- I’m sorry for that but please don’t punish my son for me being an asshole to you before.

-Well it’s up to him -I turned to Trunks- Do you still want this?

-I’m going to be honest it’s the most fucked up situation I’ve been in so far, but I’m sure after a decent amount of time it will be a funny story to share. Don’t you think? -he smiled awkwardly, guiding me inside.

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