#goku x fem!reader

[actuallysaiyan]

HI BACON!! 🥓💙 glad to see your requests are back open so will you please do headcanons for Vegeta, Goku Black and Piccolo walking in on their horny! s/o masturbating? anyways hope you are doing well and stay hydrated 😊

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, slight dub con, Piccolo has a diccolo, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem and male receiving) word count: 1.1k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader, Goku Black x Fem!Reader and Piccolo x Fem!Reader

Vegeta comes in from a long training session, expecting to find you in the kitchen. He grows frustrated when he doesn’t find you there and begins calling out your name.

The minute he opens the door to your shared bedroom and sees you on the bed, hands between your thighs and moaning out his name, Vegeta is very stunned and red in the face.

You spot him and you buck against your hand even more, your excitement growing now that your husband is here. Vegeta is stammering and stuttering, desperately trying to come up with something to say.

“Like what you see, my prince?” you pull your fingers from your cunt, beckoning him closer. Vegeta sputters something about this being so inappropriate but you see the growing bulge in his spandex.

Slowly, Vegeta begins approaching you. The scent of your essence is getting the better of him. He’s unable to pull away from the situation that has been presented to him. You’re basically being offered up on a silver platter.

He crawls onto the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. You see that lustful animalistic look in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you hungrily. The moment your tongues touch, Vegeta knows he has to take care of you.

“Poor little human wife,” he growls as he begins leaving kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. “Couldn’t wait for her husband to come home, huh?”

You shake your head, begging for him to stimulate you. It does not matter what he does, you just know you’re so desperate for it right now. He laughs at you, mocking you a little.

“Poor little woman needs her prince…” his voice is teasing you now, but you know he’s going to make you feel much better. He’ll take good care of you.

With one smooth movement, Vegeta is balls deep inside of you. His lips are firmly pressed against yours as he begins his fast and deep pace. If you ever decide to pull this trick on him again, he might punish you even worse.

He’s somehow become attached to you. You keep him company and he finds some sort of amusement and entertainment with you. It took very little time for him to become intimate with you.

One day as he comes home, he doesn’t find you waiting for him in the doorway. This bothers him as he begins to wonder if you’ve just decided to leave him be. This is exactly what he was worried about.

But then he finds you on the bed, desperately trying to cum from just your fingers. He tuts at you, finding you so damn pitiful and pathetic. Humans really are this naive and foolish.

Yet the smell of you makes his cock so hard. He knows that the Saiyan part of him makes him weak to these sorts of mating practices. He wants to bury his face between your thighs and pull pleasure from you until you cry.

“Aren’t you just the foolish little human?” He asks, making you whine for him. You’re grinding against your hand so desperately, it makes him mock you in a very mean tone of voice.

He then snatches your hand from between your thighs and brings it to his lips. You watch through lust-filled eyes as he sucks on them and makes a big mess of your fingers. Then he shoves them back to your pussy.

“Show me how badly a needy little human like you needs to cum. I’m not entirely convinced that you deserve my cock just yet. I need to be convinced, little human.” He smirks as he watches you get into it so much more.

You’re inspired to work your hand against your clit even harder and faster, pitiful and pathetic moans falling from your lips as you try to show Goku Black just how needy you are for him. It’s a desperate attempt.

The more you grind against your own hand, the more you begin dripping all over the sheets and your own fingers. Goku Black watches you, making sure you aren’t faking your emotions and feelings for him at this moment.

Once he’s pleased successfully, he will strip off his clothes and give you exactly what you need. You’ll be so full, you can feel his cock in your lower tummy. Your eyes will roll back as he fucks you until you’re desperately crying for him to stop.

Piccolo doesn’t exactly understand romantic and sexual relationships at first, but soon he gets the gist of it when you give him a blowjob. He becomes quite addicted to it, to the point where he allows you to do it while he meditates.

Even without that, Piccolo begins craving other things. You’ve made this previously thought to be asexual Namekian addicted to sex. That’s why when he finds you in your bedroom, the vibrator on your clit, he’s already salivating.

“Hmph, couldn’t wait for me, could you?” His deep voice pulls you from your pleasure, and you’re blushing deeply. You try to make up an excuse, but he’s already pulling off his clothes and approaching you.

“You want to be filthy and touch yourself instead of coming to me for pleasure? Fine, open up!” He commands you as he begins to stroke his cock. Then as you open your mouth, he stuffs his cock in and watches as you struggle to adjust to it.

You feel one of his hands coming down to place the vibrator back onto your clit. You really never would have thought that Piccolo would be the type to be into this sort of thing, but you’ve shown him a world of pleasure he’s not used to.

He lets out the sexiest moans and groans as you relax your throat and allow him to use you as his personal little fleshlight. It’s so exciting to you to allow him to use you like this. It’s a whole new side to him.

He works the vibrator on your clit in such a teasing way, making you moan around his cock. All of this is turning out to be just so perfect. Catching you touching yourself was the perfect excuse for him to start something sexual like this.

“You’re a filthy little human,” he teases between moans and groans. “Such a needy little thing,” his words make you dribble even more nectar from your neglected hole. He loves watching you like this.

It’s not long before his balls are drawing up and he feels his orgasm building even faster than intended. So he pulls out and gets on his knees between your thighs. With one look up at you, he leans in to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit.

Piccolo stays between your thighs, lapping up your juices and using his fingers to curl up against that sweet spot that leaves you breathless and seeing stars. He’ll do it until you’re just begging him to stop.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Goku + Vegeta when their spouse is away on a work trip headcanons

warnings: established relationship, husband/wife, fem!reader is taking Chi-Chi and Bulma's place as the Saiyan’s significant other in each separate, respective scenario.

If this does make you feel comfortable, please hit the back 'button' on your phone or laptop and do not leave any mean comments. This blog is a safe space for everyone to share their thoughts and enjoy fics.

Special thanks to @actuallysaiyan for being my beta-reader and cheerleader, this piece wouldn’t have been possible without her.

I would love to hear feedback on these types of scenarios for Dragonball/Dragonball Z and if I should continue them or what I should try writing next~!

divider by @cafekitsune

Son Goku

Goku would definitely be excited to have the house all to himself for an entire week because that meant he got to spend more time training to get stronger! Your sons would also be home while you’re gone on this business trip, so that’s a bonus right there!

As much as he loves to fight, he would like to make up for the time he had missed seeing Gohan grow up and get to know Goten more. Goku wouldn’t exactly be called the best father, but he had been putting in the effort after the Old Kai had given him another chance at life. He had an inkling just how hard you worked at your job to provide for the family from Gohan, but once you were out of the door? Totally different story.

Goku only knows how to cook simple meals, but he would wait until almost all the food you had meticulously prepared for your departure was almost gone. At least before he walked in the door one evening after a grueling session with Vegeta and he saw Gohan cooking in the kitchen with Goten clinging to his side. Not just what you would you normally eat, but the portions you always dished out that would fill him and the boys up.

Turns out that after he had died and his oldest son defeated Cell, you had developed a new routine in his absence: You would be up first thing in the morning, followed by Gohan, who had early morning classes. He would take care of making lunches while you did breakfast, then wake up Goten. Gohan would fly with Goten to West City to go to school, and you would leave for work. If you left work on time, then you’d come straight home and start cooking dinner. If you had to work a few extra hours, then Gohan would be in charge of the kitchen. Goten would help with setting the table, since he was still too young to do any cooking or handle sharp objects.

Once dinner was served and finished, you would clean up the kitchen while Gohan helped his little brother with homework or getting him ready for bed. Afterwards you would read Goten a bedtime story, then it was lights out for everyone until the next day arrived. Gohan would be an exception to the rule if he wanted to put in a few extra hours of studying.

This routine taught the boys not only how to do chores on their own, but also to be a little more independent. It was actually Piccolo’s idea; the Namekian had helped you with looking after them when they were younger on days when you would be stuck at the office longer than expected when Bulma couldn’t. She already had her hands full as the new president of Capsule Corp and being a mother herself.

You were more than happy to compensate for Piccolo’s time with jugs of high-quality water or a meal. It was no surprise that he became a father-figure to Goten as he had been to Gohan.

Hearing all of this from his oldest son stunned and made Goku’s chest swell with happiness and pride. He had sacrificed himself to save the world from Cell, but it wasn’t until after he arrived in the Other World that he realized he had left you all alone. It couldn’t have been easy, especially after Goten was born, but you all did it. He was very proud of you, and he wished you were here now so he could show you just how much he appreciated you.

But you weren’t here. You wouldn’t be back for another six days. Maybe that’s why it felt sort of lonely to go to sleep that night, noticing how cold your side of the bed was.

By the third or fourth day Goku will be whiny, constantly annoying Vegeta during their training sessions on how much he misses you and wants you to come soon so he could eat your cooking or worse, complains why you had to leave for this trip when you could have stayed home before the Saiyan Prince points out how many times he has left his family alone before promptly kicking Goku out of the gravity room.

On the fifth day, he was more than ready to fly wherever you were and bring you home. Unfortunately, the reason you had suddenly called the house right after dinner was because you wouldn’t be coming home like you had planned. Something unexpected happened with a major project at the office, and the higher-ups put you in charge of damage control. Right now you were looking for another day, maybe two days? You promised to keep him or Gohan updated, but Goku was not happy with the news.

He knows your job is important, but what about your family? Nope. You have already worked enough, someone else can handle the problem! You were coming home in two days, no ifs or buts.

You had better be prepared to get the shock of your life if you decide otherwise, because Goku will use Instant Transmission to be wherever you are and suffocate you with bone-crushing hugs and wet kisses. Don’t worry about the kids, he called Piccolo to watch them until the two of you got back.

Now, please give him some attention~.

Vegeta

Vegeta is an arrogant and stubborn-ass Saiyan, even if everyone else says he’s definitely calmed down a lot after getting married and having Trunks. This guy will never admit how much you have changed his life for the better.

Like Goku, he would be delighted to hear that you are leaving for a weeklong work trip; to him, this means he has more time to focus on getting stronger than being forced to sit with you after dinner to watch a show you liked and cuddle for a bit in bed before it’s lights out. It was also an excellent opportunity to get Trunks in the gravity room. He will not tolerate the idea of Kakarot’s younger son being more powerful than his heir apparent.

He would definitely rely on either the meals you prepared ahead of time because he cannot cook or takeout with the emergency black card you’ve left for them on the counter to use while you are gone. Vegeta is a hazard in the kitchen unless it’s warming up something on the stove and microwave.

Although he is technically a stay-at-home dad, Vegeta would quickly realize just how much you do around the house. Regardless of the extra hours you put in at the office, you had always made sure everything was spotless, there was plenty of food on the table, and spent time with him and Trunks. Vacation days? Used only to take four day family trips together or if you were sick.

On the third day, he wouldn’t spend it training from morning to late afternoon in the gravity room or spar with Kakarot. Instead, he scrubs the house from top to bottom once he’s dropped Trunks off at school; washing the dishes in the sink, throwing out expired foodstuff, and decimating the dust bunnies with the vacuum. Once the last load of laundry is done, he rushes to get his son.

He would make Trunks clean his own room. If it was dirty or didn’t meet his expectations of cleanliness? Extra thirty minutes of training or doing one hundred push-ups would serve as his son’s punishment. He did not raise a lazy son, thank you.

He would be more moody than usual in your absence and not realize until Yamcha or another Z-Fighter pointed it out at a surprise cookout at Capsule Corp held on the fourth day. Vegeta would scowl silently and not say anything, even if he took up Mrs. Brief’s offer to take home any leftovers.

As much as he wanted to use the new Instant Transmission technique and bring you home immediately, his pride prevents from doing so. He is the Prince of Saiyans. He is not a weakling to where he cannot handle you being gone for an entire week.

(He does not take it well when you call him on the day before you are supposed to be back that you need to stay for another day to work on a report for the higher-ups. Trunks had to remind him to breathe and loosen his grip on the phone or he’d break the damned thing)

Expect Vegeta to act like a grumpy and super clingy cat as soon as you walk in the door. He will literally follow you into the bathroom because he does not want to be left alone like that again. Do not even think about denying Vegeta the opportunity to take a bath or shower with him because he will have a hissy fit.

Trunks will have to wait to cuddle with his mother. A prince’s needs come first after all~. 

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[baegetas]

》 blackout.

son goku x afab reader

summary: sitting at the bar after a hard day, you're joined by none other than your friend gohan's father, and he knows how he can cheer you up.

warnings: minors do not interact, explicit content: age gap, multiple orgasms, (slight, if you squint) implied cheating, overstimulation, drunk sex, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

you were alone at a bar. you'd completely flunked an exam that you'd studied hard for, and you were downing shots like they were nothing. even the bartender was asking if you were okay, to which you'd reply with a simple, "i will be."

while you were mindlessly scrolling through social media, a giggle cut through your brooding silence. it was familiar. you looked over your shoulder, finding that you were face-to-face with a "friend" of yours: goku. well, correction: he was gohan's father, and you were a friend of gohan's. you were a little scared of goku at first, but warmed up to him once you knew he wasn't some scary muscle-head. he grinned at you and promptly mused, "hey!"

"hello, goku."

he sat next to you, looking at you like a dejected puppy. "aw, what's wrong? you looked bored from over there, but man, you seem pretty sad."

you sighed, failing to hide the smile from him. "i guess. but i didn't expect to see you here, out of all people."

"whaaat?" goku giggled and spun the barstool around. "are you kidding? this place is so fun!"

"no, i mean, like, i didn't see you as much of a drinker."

"eh... if it's sweet, i don't care what it is. i'll drink it. heeeey!" he flagged down the bartender, grinning happily. "you have jello shots? yeah? you should give us a few!"

you gave him a slightly agitated look, to which he giggled and said, "don't worry, i'll pay! i don't know what's got you so down, but it's time to cheer up!"

that giggle would be the end of you, and you knew it. as the shots slid onto the counter in front of you, you sighed. it wouldn't be horrible to have a little fun, right?

next thing you knew, goku had convinced you to join him on the dance floor. there had always been something so charming about his idiocy. something charming about how oblivious he was. however, now that he had you in your own little corner of the place in the dark, you could see something else behind those sweet eyes. you could see intention, like he was aware of exactly what he was doing. he was aware that it was the two of you. he was aware that you were both tipsy. he was aware that he was double your size. he was very aware.

with the lights spinning again, flashing a multitude of colors, you found yourself lost in music. lost in liquor. you and goku had been gradually getting closer to one another. you found yourself dancing right against him, and his rough, calloused hands were sliding up and down the sides of your torso, with a focus on your hips. swaying back and forth in rhythm, you could feel his muscles against your back. you could feel his breath against your neck. you shuddered, and looked up at him for some sort of clue as to what he was thinking. and looking back at you were two serious, calculating eyes. like a predator. "heh. you look surprised."

your lip shook ever so slightly. "you... are you?"

he smirked. "am i what? gotta finish the sentence."

you hiccuped, trying to clear your throat. "flirting?"

"i dunno," he hummed, feigning innocence. "problem?"

your eyes flickered down to his hands on your hips. they were gripping you. "...no."

his voice dropped an octave, getting raspy. "nice. you mind if i do something?"

"to... to me?" he nodded, and you were having trouble suffocating the butterflies in your stomach. you swallowed roughly, leaning your head back against his shoulder as you stared up at him. he was holding you against him. for a moment, you thought, what would gohan think? i mean, this was your friend's dad. this man was twice your age. but nonetheless, you replied, "you... can do anything you want. to me."

within a split second, he flipped you around and pressed your back against the club's concrete wall. you had no time to breathe. goku was kissing you with a passion. your hands gripped his clothes, pulling him as close as you could. his thigh pressed in between your legs, and at that point, you were putty in his hands. all you could do was whine. this was a completely different goku, and you were loving it.

he sank his teeth into the side of your neck, and you moaned out loud. when you noticed someone staring at the two of you, your eyes widened. "ah- goku! hey."

he pulled back from your skin by just inches. "something wrong?"

"we... we can't do this. not... in public."

his voice was gravelly. "why not? i'm sure people would love to watch. make 'em jealous."

you blushed and stammered out, "it... it's indecent... and a little illegal... to do things like this in public. my apartment would be a better place."

"your apartment?" he stood straight up and pressed two fingers to his forehead. he gripped your shoulder tightly. "gotcha."

and suddenly, you were both standing in the front hallway of your apartment. you blinked a few times, unsure of what the fuck just happened, but all of that was thrown to the wayside when goku's lips found yours again, pressing you against the wall of your living room.

your belongings fell to the ground, and your hands started to pull his shirt up so you could feel his torso. every muscle, every divot - he was so fucking ripped. and his hands weren't wasting time with you, either. traveling up your thighs, he tore your panties off with one finger. his hand grabbed your entire ass, and he took in a deep inhale, smelling your scent on the skin of your neck. "god, you smell so good."

"you... ah!" you lost your train of thought when he started grinding his crotch against yours. with flushed cheeks from a drunken stupor, you mumbled, "you... want me, don't you?"

shedding his t-shirt, he growled, "what do you think?"

he was biting at your skin as his hands discarded the rest of your clothes, albeit in a more refined fashion. once you were completely nude, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he picked you up like a doll. like you weighed absolutely nothing to him. he was quick to find your bedroom, and he quite literally threw you down onto the bed. then, he followed. and his tongue found your slit, rough hands pushing your thighs apart so he could taste you as much as he possibly could.

your hand tangled in his thick hair. he was so sloppy, but it was quick to send every nerve in your body into a frenzy. he would grunt and groan, and his nose would bump against your clit, sending a jolt through your body. when his tongue actually plunged into you, you lost all of your bearings. you came all over his face, and he replied to it with a pleased groan, unwilling to pull away until your body relaxed. with one eye open, you looked down at his messy face. his dark, widened pupils. his flushed cheeks. then, he grinned. "i thought you'd taste good, but that was better than i thought."

panting, you whined back, "goku... i..."

"already on it." he was quick to remove his pants and boxers, and he was quick to climb back over you, trapping you in another kiss. with the full weight of his body against his, you realized just how small you were. his length slid along your folds, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands found his back when he got the opportunity to press himself into you, and he did so with a guttural groan. at that point, you couldn't think. the slow stretch was just too good, and your foreheads rested against one another until he was fully sheathed in you. he panted, "so... tight... i gotta..."

you panted back, "just... just fuck me."

and when his hips started snapping back and forth, you couldn't help but whine. your nails dug into his back, and his face was buried in your neck. he was relentless, keeping a fast, steady pace. as your moans got louder, you heard his voice in your ear. "shh... be a good girl. i know you can handle it."

hitting that sweet spot over and over, it didn't take any time for you to come undone a second time. and a third time. goku hadn't even broken much of a sweat, and he had you completely folded over underneath him. your eyes were locked on his as he cooed, "yeah, that's it. good."

in that moment, you understood that he was going to finish inside you. and you didn't care one bit about it. as if on cue, his huge frame leaned down to trap you in a tongue-filled kiss, hands gripping your ass. you weren't going anywhere. he had you completely pinned.

you'd lost count of how many times you came before his thrusts started to get sloppy. he was grunting more often, shaft head poking at your cervix every now and then. it hurt, but you were far too blissed out to care. "good girl. just... a little bit more, okay?"

by now, you were a babbling mess, but you managed to nod in response. the bed was slamming against the wall, and you knew that your neighbors on all sides would be complaining about the noise, if they hadn't already. his grunts were going right into your ear, and he grunted especially loudly as he said, "you ready?"

you nodded and mewled, "yes, please."

goku growled, then moaned beautifully has he came right into you. his hips didn't even stop, riding out his own orgasm with a blissful look on his face. when his hips eventually stopped, he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily. you were doing the same. your head was spinning. after only a minute, he propped himself up on his elbow. "whew... that was... amazing."

"i... know." you said this so quietly that you could barely hear it yourself. "it was."

then, goku gave you that trademark giggle. that trademark grin. you looked at him through half lidded eyes as he said, "i think we're gonna have to do that again. way more often than just once. i'm gonna need it."

you smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso. you couldn't respond vocally, but pulling him closer was the answer he needed. he giggled again and relaxed atop you, with no intention of moving any time soon.

[bumblebriez]

In Heat

(Goku x Fem!Reader)

NSFW

⚠️⚠️⚠️: Just a hint of blood play, Saiyan mating bites. Swearing. Feral Goku. Intense smuttyness.

Summary: You are experiencing some sort of intense feeling, though you try to hide it. Goku notices it.

This is written in the first person view, but majority will not be. It's a very old one, which you can probably tell, the more you read. My writing is a little bit shitty but I'm trying. So what I'm saying is there will be some mistakes, don't mind them :)

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I cross my legs as I feel a sudden rush through my body, a tingling sensation. More towards my lower region. It's felt uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

I scrunch my face up as I feel another wave hit me.

"You okay?" I quickly look up at see my best friend BF/N, standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just don't feel too good." She grabs the milk out of the fridge, eyeing me.

"You think it's a good idea to train today?" She asks as she grabs a bowl as well.

"I'll be fine. Think it's just cramps." She just nodded in realisation.

This was nothing like cramps.

But how was I suppose to sit there and explain this feeling.

"So how you're training with Goku anyway."

At the mention of his name, I feel a wave hit me again.

"Slow. I have no idea what I'm doing. He thinks I'm doing good tho." I explain as I try to position myself.

"I'm sure. Probably staring at your ass the whole time."

Another wave.

"Hate to break it to you love. He's nothing like that. Sadly." I state, eating a heaping of my yogurt.

"I don't know girl. I've seen those stares, even he can't resist." I roll my eyes, pushing myself up from the table.

"He might be naive but he isn't dumb. If a guys likes what he sees.."

Another wave.

"Stop it." I exclaim, placing my bowl into the sink.

"Are you sure you're okay?" BF/N asks, worry washing over her face.

"I'll be fine. I promise." I reassure her, giving her a kiss on the forehead "I gotta go. Can't keep the naive man waiting."

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I look down at my phone as I stand in the middle of the field, waiting.

Shit. I'm early.

I sigh, closing my eyes, trying to ignore the trembling feeling in my legs.

As another wave hits me, I moan lightly.

My eyes widen, I quickly cover my mouth. Embarrassed.

I shake my head, before taking a seat on the grass below me. Trying to take control of my body.

What the fuck is going on with me? I've never once had this experience. It's like.. it's like I'm edging to an orgasm...

I feel myself get wetter and wetter by the second.

What the fuck.

"Good morning Y/N!" The tingling sensation amplifies as soon as I heard his voice.

I look up at him, as he towers over me. I stare up at him, feeling myself start to heat up.

"You okay?" He asks softly. He kneels down, not taking his eyes off me. I notice his pupils dilate, the closer he gets to me.

"I'm- fin-e" I stutter out.

His eyes bore into mine, the innocent eyes replaced with unfamiliar ones.

Without any warning, Goku learns forwards on his toes, inhaling deeply.

"You smell.. incredible." My lower region tingles, sending shivers throughout my whole body. His voice was deep. Nothing I was use too. The innocent Goku was gone and replace by something more feral.

I lean back on my palms as he falls on his knees, I unconsciously open my legs. Almost like I was inviting him in.

He moves in between, I let out a breathless moan. It's feels as if he was stalking me, he was the predator, I was his prey.

I lean back on my elbows, staring up at him as he leans over me, pressing himself against me. I let out another breathless moan as I feel his hard press against my lower region.

"Goku? What's happening right now." I whisper as our faces are mere inches away from each other.

I feel him slowly start thrusting his hips against my pelvis bone.

"I don't know what's happening but all I know right now is I need you. I need to be inside you. Feel you around me as I fuck my seed into you." I gasp lightly as he continues to thrust against me.

"I want to fuck you until you fall apart in my hands" he growls softly, as he rest his forehead against mine. Our lips nearly touching.

I moan in bliss as I move my hips to match his, spreading my legs wider.

As moans flow from both parties, I take the opportunity to licks his lips, making him release another growl before capturing my lips with his.

I moan into his aggressive kiss, our tongues moving in sync which each others, teeth clanking.

He presses his hand on my neck, gripping roughly. His thrust become harder. Almost slamming into me, making me jump as I feel the fabric rubbing my already overstimulated clit over and over again.

As our kiss gets more sloppier and aggressive, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down with me as I rest my back on the ground. Trying to pull him closer to me. Needing him to be close to me.

I feel one of his hands paw at my over sensitive breast, squeezing it. I moan into his mouth, biting down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He growls at the action, pulling away to look to at me. I lean up lick the blood from his lip.

Without any warn he rips apart my top, one clean rip. Along with my bra. Freeing my breasts. He quickly captures my left breast in his mouth. I moan sharply; shoving my hands through his hair, gripping tightly.

His teeth scrap my sensitive bud, making me shiver, he slowly moves up my chest, leaving sweet kiss on my bare skin.

His lips glide over my collarbone, towards my neck. I run my hands up his back, pulling tightly at his shirt as he starts to nibble on my neck.

I gasp sharply as I feel his teeth break through the skin, he lifts his head to look me in my eyes.

I stare back at him, staring at the blood that was on his lips. As like a big tidal wave of pleasure flows through me, seeing him there with my blood coating his luscious lips, the fact that he had left a mark.

I quickly captured his lips with mine. He swallows all of my moans and whimpers as I cannot not stop extreme pleasure coursing through me.

I quickly push him back, making him sit up on his knees, him still planted nicely between my legs. I lean forward and rip apart the top of his Gi. Showing his gorgeous muscles. Abs. He lets out the most attractive, feral growl I have ever heard and rips apart my pants, along with my panties.

I quickly sit up and sit on his knees, grinding my hips. Smashing my lips against his once again.

My hands pathetically pull at the bottom of his Gi; Wanting it gone. Wanting to feel our skin touch.

I let out a soft whimper, when he starts to descend down my body, painfully slowly. Leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. Sending uncomfortable waves of pleasure through my whole body. My clit quite literally throbbing; painfully.

"Goku please~" A harsh whisper escaped my lips, having trouble forming any kind of words.

Our eyes met as Goku stared at my desperate form, his eyes more dilated than before. Without any hesitation, he was now bare in front of me. His cock hung, large and veiny. I could see it throbbing as pre cum was slowly dripping from the tip.

If I was in my normal state of mind, I'd be terrified at the size but not right now. I was determined to take him. No matter the cost. He was by far the most gorgeous thing, I had ever laid my eyes on.

Before I could process any further, Goku had roughly pushed my legs apart; lining up at my entrance. My hands dancing over his defined muscles, lightly scratching.

Without any warning or any time to think, Goku pushed into me, Hard. His hips slammed straight into my pelvis, causing a loud cried to erupt from my lips; my eyes widen at the searing pain and pleasure that rushed through my core. Goku let out a feral loud roar as I squeezed around him.

He gave me no time to accommodate his size before he started to plow into me, his hands gripping my waist tightly; knuckles starting to go white. Most likely leaving a bruise.

The pain quickly diminished, leaving me completely in utter bliss, my eyes rolled back as he continued to fuck me hard. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't put into words how good this felt. I've never felt anything like this.

I didn't care who heard at the time, I let the cries and moans leave my mouth loudly as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again.

Goku threw his head back, groans escaping his lips as he picked up his pace, which I never thought would be possible. My hands gripped his forearms tightly; my nails embedded into his skins as my eyes started to fill with tears, becoming overwhelmed with this welcomed pleasure.

My hands traveled up his arms, reaching to his neck. I pull myself up, wrapping around him. Needing to be closer. Needing to feel his skin on my mine.

Goku quickly captured his lips with mine, teeth clashing against each others. He positioned us, so that I was now sitting on his lap, pathetically moving my hips. The pace slowed for a bit as Goku let me take control. Only for a few seconds.

"Get on all fours." I swear I could've came from just how huskily and sexy his voice sounded. This wasn't the Goku that everyone knew. This was something more primal and I loved it.

I made no hesitation to listen. I simply did as I was told. As soon as I turned around to get on my knees, Goku pushes me down, my face pressed against the ground. It was only seconds he wasn't inside me. For the time I was bare I was whimpering, pressing against him. Wanting him in me now. Missing the feeling his cock gave me.

He didn't let me struggle any longer, before his harshly pushed himself in me. I screamed out as he fucked me harder than he has been, my ass bouncing back against his hips. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, holding me in place.

"This is mine." He growled lowly, causing me to shiver.

"You're mine. All mine." I couldn't form any words, they just came out in cries. I started to whimper when I felt his pace slowly, torturing slow.

"I want to hear you say it." My breathing started to catch up to me, I didn't realise what I had done.

I let out a cry as Goku pulled me up, his hand placed tightly around my neck, holding me up against him. Slowly rocking his hips against my ass, his cock pumping in and out of me slowly.

"Say it." He murmured into my ear, I tried to focus on him but all I could focus on was his cock filling me full.

"Please. I need you~" I moan quietly, as my hand travels up his forearm, resting on his hand.

"Say I'm yours." He halts his movements, causing me to whimper once again.

"I'm yours. No one else's. I'm all yours Goku. All yours." He lets out a low chuckle as he listens to my breathless words.

"That's a good girl."

As soon as those words left his mouth, he started to fuck me, harder than he has. I could feel myself coming to, his cock was slamming to right spot and I could feel myself ready to burst. All of my decency went out the window and I didn't care. I didn't care what I looked like, I didn't care how I sounded. All I cared about was this man and he was quite literally fucking the life out of me.

"I want you to cum. I want to feel you lose control all over my cock." I followed his voice, because that's exactly what I was going to do.

"You feel so good honey. You feel so amazing around my cock.  It's all yours." As he continued to moan words into my ear that was my tipping point, I could feel myself cumming and I was welcoming it. I was so ready.

"Goku- I'm gonna-!" He picked up the pace once again, going at super speed.

"That's right honey. Cum." I did as I was commanded, my body started to lose control; starting to shaking as I came all over his cock. He held me close and tightly as my body thrashed around in his arms. My cries and moans echoed through the trees.

Goku continued to plow into me, bringing me my release but he wasn't done.

"I'm not done with you yet. I told you I'm going to fuck my seed into you. You are going to be full of my cum." I laid against him as he continued to use me as his fuck toy. The moans and cries never seizing.

Before too long, his thrusts became harder and stronger, letting me know he was close but to my surprise, so was I. I've never came with a man before let alone twice, this was truly something else.

Goku turned my head so that our lips could connected, his mouth engulfed mine, capturing all of my moans that continued to fall out. I could feel him become desperate as he chased his own high, before I could expect. Goku let out another feral growl before I felt his load release into me, causing my eyes to roll to the back and that was exactly what I needed for my own release. He continued to pump in me as he rode us through our highs, they were basically in sync. It was pure bliss. Heavenly.

We tumbled to the ground, me landing softly onto his chest. Both parties are struggling to catch their breath.

 In all that 'commotion', I didn't even notice Goku had transformed; into his Super Saiyan glow.

"Goku?"

"Hmm?"

I point up towards his hair "You're Yellow." Goku pulled at a strand of his locks, his wide goofy smile return to his face "Huh. I didn't even notice." His head rolled back to rest against the ground, his hand tracing little patterns into my shoulder as I copy the same action on his chest.

He powers down, leaving him laying there with his usual spiky black hair. A small soft smile makes its way on my lips as I rest my chin on the top of my intertwined hands; staring up at the gorgeous man.

"Wanna go again?" He suddenly asks, lifting his head back up to look down at me. A shock expression makes it way on to my face. Though it seemed such an innocent suggestion, behind those eyes was something more sinister that I experienced only moments ago.

"Now? Jesus Goku. You fucked me raw." He smiles cheekily, pulling me up so that our faces are barely touching; noses brushing.

"But you're so addicting. I don't think I could get enough of you. You are so much better than training and You're mine. All mine." I felt my cheeks heat up as he squeezed me in the tight embrace.

Oh.

He was serious.

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I'll take care of you

Inspired by another fanart I made.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked again, seeing that he was paler than normal.

"Yes… don't worry, it's just tiredness I guess" he answered you with a tired voice.

You finally decided to stand up from your place on the couch and approached him. You placed your hands on his forehead and neck, moving them away almost instantly.

"Black, you're burning with fever"

Black tried to brush off your concern, insisting it was nothing. But you were having none of it. "No, this is serious. You need to rest," you urged, leading him to the couch grabbing a blanket, and placing yourself on the couch, placing a cushion on your back. You patted your lap, and he approached you, lying on your chest.

As Black rested his head on your chest, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Gently, you placed the damp cloth on his forehead, hoping to alleviate some of his discomfort. He sighed contentedly at the cooling sensation, closing his eyes as he listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

You stayed like that for a while, the only sound in the room the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Eventually, Black's breathing evened out, and you knew he had fallen asleep. Carefully, you shifted so that he was lying more comfortably, making sure he was covered with the blanket before allowing yourself to relax as well.

But a hand stopped you and pulled you back to the chair. "Stay". Giggling a little, you settled down and began stroking his hair while he rested.

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[spilledbeans116]

I keep seeing people talking about how they wish there were more “planet Vegeta never got destroyed” Vegeta x reader AU fics and I want to SO BADLY SHOVE the princess saga in their face BUT I REFRAIN BECAUSE IM SHY

Like please read my fic I love it so much and I love Vegeta so much AGDHAGDJAGDJQ and it’s completed and fully posted here on ao3 and here on wattpad

Ask me questions about it in my ask box PLEASE GIVE ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!!

It’s in my brain rn

[whoopsyeahokay]

Best Friends Club

summary: prompt fill. Wally's been your best friend since the Grade 4 puppet show. a disaster that brought you together for life. only now, years later and months away from graduation, Wally needs to get something off his chest. he just...didn't exactly plan to do it this way... (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. friends to lovers. protective behavior. AU. silliness & fluff. Simon and Wally are bros (fight me).

bon reading, frens

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Best Friends Club

Wally's chatting with Maddie and Charley before school, has his arm around your shoulders as you focus on your phone, laughing and joking and smiling wide until:

"Holy crap, Jake Tremblay just asked me to go out Friday," You announce, pretty eyes wide, blinking in shock at everyone.

Wally goes still, smile sliding off his face as his stomach drops and his heart ups and lodges itself in his throat. God, this hurts.

See, the thing is, you're Wally's best friend. And while he has his arm around you—is always reaching for you, hand on your back, arm, shoulder, whatever—it's never been anything but friendly. Best friendly. Because you and he are f r i e n d s. And it sucks. Royally.

Why? Yeah, no one needs three guesses to figure out that Wally's been in love with you since Grade 4. That massacre of a puppet show the kids put on for their parents during Spirit Week. You and Wally spent the entire performance using sock puppets to have a dialogue about who'd win in a fight: Goku or Sailor Moon. Didn't even notice the blood vessel about to pop in Mr. Toast's temple when things really started to spiral.

Wally only comes down to earth when you say his name for what must not be the first time, everyone's eyes on him. Yours, especially, beautiful and concerned as you stare at him expectantly.

"What was that?" He asks, feeling simultaneously dumb and unable to function.

You repeat, "I asked you what I should say..." and turn to face him fully. Still close enough that your body heat soaks through his hoodie. Fuck, how can he say anything negative when you're giving him that sweet, earnest expression? Seeking advice from someone you trust implicitly.

Against his better judgment—or maybe for it—Wally slaps on a smile and says, "Yeah. You should go for it."

This isn't the first time you've been asked out. Of course, those last few times you didn't look so keen on accepting the offer. When you turn back to your phone, Wally's face immediately falls. He doesn't look at Maddie or Charley, can't handle the pity he knows he'll see in their eyes.

Everyone in the circle knows about Wally's crush on you (fuck, it's so much more than that), but apart from insisting he talk to you, no one points it out. You're the only one who hasn't caught on, Nicole having informed Wally that you giggled over popcorn, what are you talking about? Wally's always like that, when everyone was at the APEX for a midnight screening of some scary movie Wally couldn't have cared less about.

And, sure, Wally is 'always like that': Goofy, charming, flirtatious; standing in line at concessions for you and holding your bag when you go to the bathroom... What you don't seem to grasp is that Wally isn't like that with anyone else. And now you're saying 'yes' to Jake Tremblay and Wally has to muster the strength not to punch a wall.

‗•‗

Simon closes his locker only to jolt backwards. Wally appeared out of the fucking ether, what the hell? He has his forehead pressed against the locker beside Simon's, shoulders slumped, looking all-in-all miserable to exist.

"Yoouu okay?" Simon ventures, raising a brow.

Slowly, Wally turns his head and nothing else, eyes puppy-dog sad and lower lip pursed in a pout, "No." And then, after turning to face the locker again, "She said yes to Jake Tremblay."

"Dude, I've told you a thousand times, talk. to. her." Simon says like a mother insisting Wally clean his room.

Pointed, "Oh, you mean like you talked to Maddie?"

Simon takes a moment to reevaluate his life before, in a placid, neutral tone, declares, "I regret this friendship."

"No you don't." Wally says, but he's still glooming into the locker. "What do I do?"

"Aside from talk to her?" Simon shrugs helplessly. How's he supposed to know? He and Wally have been paddling the same sinking boat for approximately the same number of years. "Do you...wanna threaten Jake?" Simon asks in a pitch similar to that used when asking children if they want to go for ice cream after a tantrum.

Wally seems to seriously consider it but glumly decides, "No. I want her to be happy." A heavy sigh. "Even if it's not with me."

"This isn't going to make you some kind of martyr, you know."

"I know."

Simon doesn't think Wally does know, but fine, he'll play along. "Maybe it'll go so bad that she swears off dating forever."

"A guy can dream," Wally mumbles as he straightens, and, Jesus, he looks like every kitten in the world just got launched at the sun and he was forced to watch.

Simon can see beneath Wally's utter despair to the gears turning in his brain. Can sense what ill-advised plan Wally is cooking up (because this isn't the first time he's done something stupid to ensure you're safe). In an effort to, a) avoid criminal charges and, b) make Wally feel better:

"What if I happen to be in the same place at the same time? I could keep an eye on things for you." Simon suggests and he already wishes he didn't say anything.

Wally brightens, "You'd do that for me?"

"Apparently..." Simon says, questioning himself. "Look, better me than you, right? Otherwise, it'll be exactly what it is and she'll never talk to you again."

"Why? What would it be if I do it?"

"Stalking, Wally," Simon states as he heads into History, Wally at his heels.

"Hey!" Wally protests, "It's not like that!"

Taking his seat, Simon just gives Wally a pointed stare, "Buddy, I know you read those BookTok romances, but following your BFF on her date with another dude isn't a romantic gesture. It's creepy a-f."

"But...you'll do it for me?" Wally wants to confirm, his eyes all wide and pleading.

Simon sighs, thinking this is a terrible idea, but seeing Wally so sad breaks Simon's heart and he can't bring himself to take back the offer. "...Apparently."

‗•‗

Friday comes. It's all you've been talking about since Monday and Wally has had it up to here with Jake This and Jake That, and if he hears one. more. thing. about Jake, Wally's going to burst into a million pieces of ragehate and take the whole school with him.

But he smiles and nods and teases you like he would in any other situation, bumping your ass with his hip when he finds you bent over at your locker at lunch. You don't even need to look to know it's him, simply continue to shove your backpack in your locker and grab your jean jacket.

"Diner?" You give him a sunshine smile that Wally returns, almost forgetting about your date and Jake and how you're not actually Wally's girlfriend.

Not in this lifetime, his brain reminds him bluntly.

His blood stings.

Over lunch at the diner down the street, you outline exactly what Jake has planned. Dinner at the Italian place beside the Arcade (it's fucking Olive Garden, Jake, do better) and then—Jesus, really?!—stargazing on the roof of the old cigarette factory. An organized thing. The planets will be in some kind of super rare alignment or something, and local enthusiasts have banded together to share their telescopes.

"No offense, but since when do you care about the planets?" Wally wonders as he dips his fries into your ketchup.

You shrug, "I mean, it's something to do, right? And you're always telling me to 'branch out and try new things, dorkface'," You exaggerate the last part in a parody of Wally's voice before continuing as yourself, "so, why not astronomy?"

"Because it's outside and you hate outside things before May." Wally chuckles and shakes his head, "You're gonna get cold and complain and steal Jake's hoodie like you've stolen five of mine."

Wally loathed the idea of you stealing another guy's anything, but he smiles through the jealousy. Perhaps a little too intent on smearing more fries through your ketchup as his knee bumps the underside of the table in quick, nervous intervals.

Oh, he is not doing well.

He instantly notices how you've gone still, how you're studying his expression, words, behavior like a zoologist at the gorilla enclosure because Wally can't fucking keep his cool when he's forced to think about you being cozy and cute for someone who isn't him-shaped.

Wally keeps his eyes on his plate for a few moments; long enough that you gracefully change the subject and ask Wally what his plans are for tonight. As if they don't involve hanging out with his phone while he obsessively waits for Simon's updates throughout the course of your date.

"Nothing special," He says, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice even, "just hanging out at home."

‗•‗

It's 8:43PM when Wally's phone lights up with a call. As promised, Simon kept Wally abreast of every. single. thing. you and Jake did on your date. From flirty conversation over unlimited breadsticks to shifting to one side of the booth to split dessert.

It's only been an hour and a half since you and Jake were seated. What on earth could Simon have to tell him that couldn't be texted?

"Don't freak out—" Wally promptly freaks out "—but something happened."

Wally shoots up in bed, where he's been whiling away since he got home from school, and is immediately on alert. Heart pounding, blood pumping, ready for war.

"What's going on? Is she okay?"

"Oh. She's fine." Simon reports. He sounds like he's hiding, voice a harsh whisper just loud enough for Wally to hear. "Jake might be in a permanent body cast for the rest of his life, but she's totally fine."

Wally breathes a sigh of relief, although he's still confused, "What happened?"

Simon clears his throat, "She's probably going to call you in, like, a minute, so you have to act...just...be cool, okay?" And then, finally, he reveals, "Jake tried to stick his hand under her skirt. And I mean, he went for it. Full grope from behind."

At that moment, Wally sees fucking r e d. He's off the phone and in his car faster than a bullet, tearing out of his parents' driveway with a screech. Burns rubber around every corner; breaks several traffic laws; and pulls up just as you're about to get into an Uber. There's no sign of Jake. Unfortunate, since Wally has a surplus of adrenaline thrumming through his veins, and the only cure is beating the guy's face to a fucking pulp.

You look confused for all of a second before your face crumples. Wally gets out of the driver's seat and hurries toward you. Gathers you in his arms as soon as you're within reach, and holds you as you shake. He rubs your back, soothes you with soft words; managing to simultaneously shoo the Uber driver away with a polite nod and a gesture.

"Are you okay?" He asks after a minute. "Do I need to kill him?"

"...No," You mumble into Wally's chest. "I already did that."

Wally grins, though it's sad at its edges. You shouldn't have had to.

"That's my girl," He murmurs into your hair after he places a comforting kiss on your head. "Come on. I'll drive you home."

You go without resistance, even allowing Wally to fuss over you and buckle you in. As he settles behind the wheel, he glances at you again and realizes, "Whose jacket is that?"

You press your lips together and stare at your lap, "I got cold... Besides, after what he did, I think I earned it." You end firmly, crossing your arms.

"Did you take it before or after you kicked his ass?"

"After, duh." You say like it's so obvious, "We were inside before. But I didn't want to wait for my Uber in front of everyone who saw what happened. So...I made him give it to me."

Wally barks a laugh as he takes your hand, holding it in that platonic way, fingers not laced how he wants them to be, but he'll take what he can get. Your knuckles are raw where they made impact with whatever part of Jake you punched. Wally smooths the pad of his thumb over them. Gentle. Loving.

"Where to, sweetcheeks?" He asks, "Home or ice cream?"

"Home." You decide with finality which makes it hard to swallow around the lump of disappointment in Wally's throat.

Call him selfish, but he hoped you'd want to let him comfort you. Regardless, he does as he's told and pulls away from the curb, pulling a uey to head toward your house.

‗•‗

On Monday, Wally finds Jake in the boys' locker room after swim practice, his black eye looking like it needs a twin. Wally punches Jake hard enough that even he sees circling birdies.

He shakes out his hand as he leaves without a word, hardly feeling the pain through the smug satisfaction warming his belly.

‗•‗

It's the next weekend when you invite Wally over for a casual afternoon kick back. I need Best Friend Time, you said, all adorable and gloomy, wanting to put all thoughts of ever dating again behind you (thanks for putting that out there, Simon, you da man!). Wally's in, of course he is, on the road as soon as you hang up.

Your parents are having a late lunch with friends a town over, so it'll be just you and him for a while. Games and snacks and Domino's on the menu for dinner. When you answer the door for him, you've got some of that sunshine glow back in your eyes, your smile making Wally's heart flutter.

You lead him to the basement, everything already set up: coffee table pushed aside for the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor, bags of gummy worms and twizzlers (Wally's favorite) and those Canadian chips you like in a pile beside cans of Dr. Pepper and Coke Zero.

Wally wore his cleanest sweatpants for the occasion, matching your chill vibe. And damn those low-slung yoga pants and that fucking tight-as-sin tank top, no bra because you love to drive Wally crazy.

"Ready to have your ass handed to you again?" You joke as you get comfortable on your side of the nest.

Wally claps back, "Hah! You haven't won in three months, sugarlips, what makes you think today's the day?"

You just smirk and hand Wally a controller, "I have a plan." And that's all there is to it. You don't elaborate, don't hint, don't give Wally any indication whatsoever what this plan might be.

Fishy...but effective. You're already in Wally's head. Hmm, maybe that's the plan? Wally shakes himself to attention and starts the game, grinning like a shark as he gets the lead right off the bat.

Just as he's about to cross the finish line, "So much for your pla—" the world suddenly tilts sideways. He can't finish his thought, barreled over by your weight crashing into him as you grab the controller right out of his hand.

You squeal victoriously, the sound rebooting his brain, and he realizes what just happened.

"Hey!" He tries to grab the controller, but you hold it up and away from him, big smile on your face as the screen announces Wally's demise. "Not fair!" He wraps his arms around you and flips you onto your back; presses his weight into you as he uses the advantage of his longer limbs to snatch the controller back.

Apparently not taking this lying down, you band your legs around his waist then surge up, somehow summoning the strength of five Wallys to roll him onto his back again. Stunned, he stares up at you as you wave the controller victoriously.

"You were saying?" You chuckle, smug as ever, slightly out of breath.

Oh, but Wally isn't done yet, miss ma'am. He snaps his hands up, clamping his fingers for the controller which you arch your back to hold away from him, crying out when he takes advantage of your off-balance position to knock you backward. Once more, he has you squirming beneath him.

He grabs one wrist and then the other, transferring both into the grip of one of his large hands while he plucks the controller from you with the other. That's about the moment he realizes, uh-oh, he can feel your breath on his lips. Your face is such a beautiful shade of pink, and your thighs are on either side of his hips. Wally's body is completely flush against yours. All of him. Every. Last little bit. of him.

Wally should move. Definitely. He should move right now; just get off you and pretend everything's normal and you're not gazing up at him like that and his lips aren't so fucking close to yours, and the air hasn't been sucked out of the room that no longer exists around you and him because there's only you and only him and fuck. Shit.

"Wally~?" You say, voice a whisper tinged with something that makes Wally's cock twitch. Heat, maybe. Or need. You swallow, the sound audible, and, oh fuck, Wally watches your eyes flicker to his mouth then back, like you're finally on the same page, like you want it, too.

His hand flexes around your wrists, body settling more firmly on yours, and he stares at your face as he rocks his hips, just once, experimental, just to see what you'll do. He knows you can feel him, stiff and hardening further, all his inches against the heat of your pussy through your thin as fuck yoga pants.

Your reaction almost explodes Wally's brain. That sweet little whimper, how your eyes glaze over and your lips part; how you mimic the action with one of your own, sending sparks of electricity through Wally's nervous system.

"Fuck," He chokes out, grip loosening around your wrists, but not letting go. He drops the controller. Instead uses that hand to brush his fingers across your cheek and down the slope of your jaw. His breath mingles with yours, the heat in him rises, his heart beating a frenzied tattoo in his chest. Is he really going to do this?

"Please," You say, so soft, so perfect, that, yes, Wally is absolutely going to do this.

He gently bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smiles in wonder that this is really about to happen, and then slowly, to give you a chance to turn away if you don't want this, he leans in, stopping only to tease, "One more time, princess." His voice low and husky.

He feels you tense and then release before whispering, "Please, Wally..."

That's all he needs to lean in and kiss you for the first time, his lips capturing yours with years of hunger and desire and fucking love. So much love it threatens to go nuclear if Wally doesn't share the burden right this minute.

He moans, grinds his hips against yours, his cock throbbing against you, God, he needs you so badly. Has needed you so badly since he first discovered how his dick works and probably even before then. He lets his hand roam down down down, then up under your tank top, fingers caressing the soft shape of your breast.

You keen and arch into the touch, and, holy shit, he can't do this slow. Next time—please Jesus, let there be a next time—he'll do this right. He'll do candles and rose petals and Barry Manilow, but right now, he has to know what it feels like when you come around his cock.

His kisses turn urgent, his movements more hungry, and you match his crazy like a mirror. His shirt first, thrown behind the TV, then yours, tossed somewhere near the coffee table. Wally takes a second to admire your bare chest, licks his lips, and then descends, starving for a taste. He sucks your nipple, twirls his tongue around it, moaning as if it's the best thing he's ever had in his mouth.

Which, as soon as he peels your yoga pants off and resituates himself between your spread-wide thighs, he knows isn't true. This is the best thing he's ever had on his tongue. He spears it in and out of you, moaning and panting as he kisses your pussy deeply, brings one, two fingers into the mix; pumping into you over and over until you shake and beg and arch so fucking pretty for him.

"Fuck, baby, I need to feel you come," He groans, shoving his sweatpants and boxers off and throwing them somewhere to find later.

You agree enthusiastically, reaching for him as you hook one leg over his hip, the other over his shoulder—Goddamn, were you always this bendy!?—and cry out like a heavenly chorus when he drives his cock into you. Fuck, God, his eyes roll back in his skull, it's the most incredible feeling, an indescribable euphoria flushing through him from scalp to soles.

"You feel so...big, Wally, oh my god," You gasp when he begins to move, and doesn't that just rub his ego the right way?

He genuinely can't even find the brain cells to reply, too busy losing himself to the sensation of being inside you, finally, so much more intense than any and every fantasy he's had of you and him entwined like this.

"Baby," He moans, hips pumping faster, fat tip hitting your sweet spot over and over and over until he feels you tighten around him, hears you gasp, and then moan in ecstasy.

He wishes he could last, that he could keep going until you come again, again, again, but he's waited so long for this and it's overwhelming, he can't do it. With one, two, three more quick thrusts, Wally tenses and then groans, grinding his release into you; leaning down to take your lips in a feverish kiss.

As you and he recover, he rests his forehead against yours, releases your wrists—oops—and cradles your face in one hand, his most precious girl a vision in the afterglow. You shift, your hands on his jaw, and you're looking at him like the sun, moon, and stars.

"How long?" You eventually ask.

Wally doesn't need you to clarify. He knows exactly what you mean.

"Grade 4."

He watches you absorb the information, nod, and then your eyes meet his when you make your own confession, "Grade 3. Ms. Houette's class. You made a joke about seagulls that was so lame it was funny."

Wally about short-circuits. He begs your finest pardon, but what was that? "Grade...3?"

"Grade 3."

"...are you saying that I could've been loving on you—" He emphasizes with a roll of his hips, winces from oversensitivity, "—since before I even understood what that meant?"

"I'm saying I've had a big, stupid crush on you since Grade 3." You say, innocent and solemn, "You take that however you want."

Wally chooses to forego the existential crisis and simply enjoy that he has you under him. There's a lot of time to make up for and a lot of fantasies Wally wants to bring to life, which you and he do with gusto until your parents get home and call down a hello.

Later, after redressing in a tornado and greeting your parents face-to-face; after stammered updates and weak conversation; after retreating to the basement to watch a movie and cuddle—Lord, you feel so good in Wally's arms, he never wants to let you go.

After all that, during a lull in the movie, you finally ask, "So, are you going to tell me how you knew what happened with Jake before I told you?" And you prop your chin on his chest, looking up at him with amusement.

Wally gulps, facing the screen as he desperately tries to come up with a feasible answer. Nothing comes to mind, though, so he's stuck offering:

"Uuuh...?"

You sit back, on your knees between his legs, and raise a brow, "I know Simon was there. You can tell him that Groucho glasses do not a disguise make."

Sheepish, "He's a good bro...?"

"A very good bro," You agree primly, "A bro who stalks one of his best friend's other best friend because...?"

Now Wally knows he has to tell you. He sits up himself, hands finding your waist, eyes earnest and sweet as he admits, "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't know anything about Jake and you never let me vet any of the guys you go out with—"

"Yes. All three of them." You say flatly, rolling your eyes.

"One, three, five, doesn't matter, baby, I always wanted to make sure they were good enough for you..."

"So, did you make Simon follow me and Dan to the movie last year?" You wonder.

Wally glances away, guilt muddling his expression.

"...Did you follow me and Dan to the movie last year?"

"If I say no, will you believe me and let me cuddle you some more?"

Your jaw drops, eyes round, and for a second, Wally's sure he's about to get the boot. Not just from your house, but from the Best Friends Club altogether. He's already mourning the loss of your touch when you abruptly burst into laughter, crashing into him like you did before, only this time a lot gentler.

You nuzzle your face into his neck and then kiss his face all over, grinning down at him with the same beautiful smile you always give him.

"You're not mad?"

You shake your head, "I made Xavier come with me to that football game you took Melissa to last fall..."

Gobsmacked, Wally blurts, "You hate sports," since it's entirely relevant to how you stalked him as much as he stalked you on dates neither of you wanted the other to be on.

"I don't hate sports. I like sports. I hate all the pauses and the time outs and the—"

Wally cuts you off with a kiss, at first just a stamp of lips to lips but slowly melting into something softer, deeper, more heated.

Wally pulls back a fraction to say, "I love you, babygirl," looking deep into your eyes. One hand on your hip, the other in your hair, releasing a long, shaky breath as he waits for you to say something.

Finally, a smile spreads across your face and you kiss him again, short and sweet and meaningful.

"I love you, too, Wally Clark." Then, completely off-topic and far less romantic: "Do you wanna come with me when I stalk Simon's date for Maddie?"

Tires screech as Wally's brain comes to a full stop. Sorry, what was that? "Wait, Mads wants you to follow Simon?"

"Oh yeah, she's liked him for ages, but he never seems interested so...you know...she doesn't wanna risk the friendship."

"Jesus Christ." Wally looks at you, totally serious when he sighs with the exasperation of an ignored parent, "You know, I've told him, like, a thousand times to just talk to her." A helpless shrug, "He never listens."

‗•‗

Several days later, when you aren't looking, Wally steals the jacket you stole from Jake. Does terrible things to it before throwing it in Jake's face the following day.

Wally replaces the jacket with his letterman and has never been prouder of himself when he sees you slip it on without question.

☄️___________fin.____________

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if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Marshmallow Miles.

a cutie-smut-lite oneshot wherein Wally wants to celebrate your birthday away from Split River. Because he can.

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Platonic Yandere Batfam x

Fem Teen Saiyan Reader!

I'm not entirely here...

Half of me has disappeared-

Being born a saiyan wasn't always a gift. Your mother had died shortly after your birth leaving your father the saiyan prince to care for you all alone.

But when tragedy struck on his planet and caused him to leave he had nothing...

He didn't know how to care for you but he so desperately wanted to.

So when Goku had offered him a place to stay he had hesitatently agreed.

Putting his pride aside for your safety. And when he had met Bulma she had instinctly taken you in as her own.

She didn't care that you weren't her blood you were her baby. More often then not she'd be with you instead of with Vegeta.

And Vegeta had liked that. It caused him to love her more.

You are your father's pride.

He loves you with everything he has. Your all he has left of his planet so he cherishes you like no other.

Your much more level headed then your father. And your father adores that.

He never wanted you to fight like him or frankly even be like him.

But eventually your pleads for him to train you had made him give in.

You had soon came obsessed with fighting.

And Just like your father you had strived to great.

But you had done it just to be with your father not gain power.

You didn't look strong but you definitely had the strength ,and always kept Vegeta on his toes.

You had learned how to turn super saiyan one early on. And you had turned super saiyan two when you 12.

Your father loved your passion for fighting but he also hated when you got hurt.

You're his princess after all.....

As time went on and enemies came and went you had grown stronger and eventually trunks was born.

And though yes your father loved your brother you were still his baby.

And oh! how you adored your baby brother! You'd never let anyone touch him....

And for while everything was peaceful no enemies came and despite your father's disproval you had gotten a boyfriend!

And Vegeta almost died when you told him it was Gohan. Your only 16!

And to your father that was basically 10!

But nevertheless what made you happy made him happy.

All was at peace for a while before just like usual an enemy had came... Vegeta had told you to stay put while he and Goku fought....

But they were losing and even Gohan was barely breathing.

So you fought but their was just to many of them. And suddenly you see a portal open up and you feel a fist make contact with your head.

The last thing you hear is your father screaming your name and everything goes pitch black.

When you had woken up your hands were strapped to a bed....

You look around confused not remembering anything or where you are.

The portal you had fallen through had brought you right to gotham. And unfortunately for you had fallen right in the back yard of the manor.

Damian had found you laying in the ground passed out when he was walking Titus.

They had brought you in worried...no one could survive a fall that big....right?

But as they ran more test they saw that the fall didn't effect you much. But what did was the impact a punch had did on your head.

Bruce had come to the conclusion that you probably had a concussion and just hoped it wasn't worse then that. But when you woke up all scared and confused he knew.

It was definitely worse then a concussion.

The batfam had heard very few things about saiyans. And in the back of their mind saiyans were always just a myth but when you had arrived and the huge amount of energy that you were radiating they new you were something special....but you also just a kid.

Worried eyes watched your every move.

Your hands pull at the restraints on your hands and you break through them fairly easy.

They batfam watches in shock at how easy you break through the restraints.

Quickly you stand up and the batfamily is quick to circle around you covering all the exits.

"Where am I?" You question your heart absolutely pounding in your chest.

You couldn't remember anything.....

Bruce is quick to speak his voice calming despite the current situation.

"Calm down sweetheart... your okay." He says his voice soft.

"Who am I?" You question confused and the batfamily hearts break... your tone is soft and quiet. Your obviously scared...they can't help but need want to help you.

Even Damian can't ignore how his heart is acting at the desperation in your tone.

"Can you tell us what you remember?" Tim speaks and you only remember a hand full of things...but you do remember your name...well atleast your first name.

"I'm.... I'm Y/n.....right?" You say and the family nods to comfort you but in reality they don't really know. They couldn't find out anything about you. They knew you were from another world.

A moment of silence pass through the batfam hearts aching to give you comfort for some odd reason.

"Do you remember us...?" Dick voice says and the whole batfam head turn to him like he's crazy. Because he is. Of course you don't remember them.

They had only met you today.

You shake your head as you look at them with wide curious eyes.

"Were your family." Jason says and even Dick is surprised with the confidence in his voice. But Dicks glad that Jason's going along with his plan.

"You are? I don't remember any of you...." You say your voice still quiet and confused. And by hearing your confused tone the rest of the batfam couldn't help but do the same as the others.

Alfred who was standing in the conner of the batcave shakes his head as he walks up the stairs he knew where this was going. And despite his better judgment he couldn't help but want you to be apart of the family too.

So without hesitatently he went upstairs and began making you really theirs. By adopting you.

It was gotham it was pretty easy to adopt even if the kid didn't have a name a computer with the amount of money Bruce had it would be easy.

"Can you tell us exactly what you do remember sweetie?" Bruce asks and you flinch as he steps closer.

"I'm a saiyan...I remember that much...and I got a dad...and...and a brother. A little brother." You say confident though your not even sure if that's all true.

There's so many gaps in your memories.

Faces missing. Like pictures without faces.

It's confusing.

All of it is. These people infront of you claim to be your family...so why can't you remember them?

Damian steps closer and he's short compared to you. His voice small and tender which is unusual for him. But the others font tease him knowing he's trying to comfort you.

"I'm your little brother....remember?" He says so confidently. It's a blunt lie. One that he intends to keep.. and you want to believe him...but you don't remember... you don't remember anything.

"I don't look like you." You say stepping a stepping closer to examine him. Your right you don't look like him. Or anyone in the room but that's an easy lie to cover up.

" Your adopted....newly adopted. We took you in a year ago." Bruce says his voice still holding that fatherly warmth that you so desperately want to cling to but your not that naive something just doesn't feel...right.

But you brush it off as your memory being lost.

What a dumb mistake.

As time passes each lie gets more realistic and easier to tell.

Your memory had began replacing the batfamily faces with your family's faces.

And with the help of Alfred and the batcomuter for editing your face in picture everything was getting more realistic...

But what happens when your worried ,and angry saiyan prince father finally finds you?

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Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

author's note: i love snuggles. also once again the character banners you see in this post were created by the amazing @actuallysaiyan!! ❤️

pairings: vegeta x fem!reader, goku x fem!reader, broly x fem!reader, gohan x fem!reader

warnings: snuggles, mentions of nightmares, light nsfw if you squint

is not much of a cuddler, obviously

or is that just what he wants you to think?

Vegeta, like all saiyans, runs hot and will keep you warm if you let him

key being, if you let him

he will never initiate snuggle time

but if you pull him in, or simply ask him to, he folds

he'll scoop you up in those beefy arms and hold you just how you like

he personally likes to be the big spoon, but he'll never even admit he likes spooning at all

if you get up or move around at any point in the night, you've lost your snuggle privileges only because he sleeps so heavily that he won't be up to readjust anytime soon

and when he's up, he's at it and going to start the day's training

so consider your options carefully next time you have to pee and his arms are locked so tightly around you that it's squeezing your bladder for dear life

nine times out of ten, you'll wake up to find Vegeta on top of you, shielding your body with his

even during slumber, his top priority is your safety

Vegeta likes to rub the tip of that sharp nose against you, be it the curve of your neck and shoulder or against your cheek

he doesn't know it, but he used to do that to his mother as well when he was a young boy

playing with Vegeta's hair is the one surefire way to get him to sleep when he otherwise has a hard time doing so

don't start humming though, it makes him angry. he'll start muttering about his pride and how lullabies are for babies

he'd like you to keep giving him the sweet forehead kisses though

Goku is the king of snuggling

he's already always down for a nap, so if you need some quality Goku snuggle time, just get in bed and wait a few minutes

literally, he's got a sixth sense for these things

likes to tuck his face into your neck because you smell good, and he likes nuzzling into your natural smell that lies below the artificial scents you wear

runs like a damn furnace, so always make sure to wear a skimpy pajama set, or nothing at all

don't rile him up though or the snuggling is just gonna have to wait

he snores, but he's so soft about it that it doesn't bother you

Goku rarely ever feels particularly down or sad, but sometimes he does and snuggles are a perfect cure

sit on his lap and he'll take it from there, hiding his face in your chest and slipping his arms around you tightly

play with his hair a bit and he's putty in your hands, especially when you massage the top of his scalp with your nails

eventually he'll tell you what's on his mind, and after you talk it out, he's feeling better but very much still wants to cuddle

Goku does not. let. go. until he's had his fill

so DO NOT cuddle with him if you either haven't gone pee in a while or have errands to run later

he'd let go if you asked of course, but not without giving you those pitiful puppy dog eyes

so don't break his poor lil heart and just keep snuggling with him as long as he wants, okay?

nobody ever died from a lil bit of saiyan cuddling, after all

Broly isn't keen on cuddling at the beginning of your relationship

he actually craves comfort, but physical touch is hard for him to accept since the concept is so foreign to him

that being said, being around you is quite the comfort in itself for Broly, so laying in bed with you already works wonders

slowly he warms up to you, like sleeping just a tad closer than even the night before

he can feel the heat from your body, and the backs of his fingers curiously brush against the soft skin of your arm

he takes your hand in his one night, and keeps holding it even after you fall asleep

you're warm and soft and it's all he's ever wanted in his life

from that point on, he quickly warms up to your touch and is a clingy saiyan like no other

his hold is almost too tight, and when you start to wheeze is when you decide it would be in your best interests to ask him to ease up

but goodness he loves to hold you to his large chest, one hand on your hip and the other at the center of your back

Broly unfortunately suffers from nightmares

and though he'd never hurt you intentionally, it's definitely a risk to be near him when he's having a nightmare

there's nothing much you can do but wait it out and soothe him when he wakes up

he appreciates it nonetheless, and as your bond strengthens they become less frequent

Broly holds you like you're a teddy bear, and oftentimes will just scoop you up from your place and hold you

it is not uncommon to wake up completely on top of him and locked in those big arms

he loves to cuddle but doesn't quite know how to ask for it, so he literally will just pick you up and hold you as he pleases

if you tell him no then he will obviously respect that

broly is very big on consent, ever since you taught him just what it is and he realizes how he's been violated of it his entire life

he's a gentle giant, and you've really expected no less from him when it comes to cuddling

his tail will wrap around you as well, keeping you as close as possible

he does snore, but his sleeping face is cute so it's okay

Gohan can be a bit of a loner, as a result of his eventful childhood

so when he met you, he was cautious yet anxious to have a connection with someone not an alien or batshit insane!

so he takes your relationship slow and sweetly, and when you start staying over at his place or vice versa he is so excited

he's always touching you, kissing you, in general just being so damn sweet on you that he's practically buzzing

and he's internally kicking himself for being so clingy, so when bedtime rolls around he lays completely still

no touching at all

and it takes everything in you not to laugh at this silly, adorable man

when you finally roll over into his side and snuggle up to him, he relaxes and kisses your forehead while moving those deceptively strong arms around you

Gohan likes to rub his hands along your back and gently digs his knuckles in circles against any tense spots

he normally will wear a long sleeve shirt and a soft pair of pj pants to bed, but usually takes his shirt off before falling asleep since his blood runs so hot

likes it when you trace the lines of his abs, and that alone sometimes is the only reason he gets some training in

Gohan likes to watch documentaries before bed and takes great pleasure in explaining things you may not understand in greater detail

you, on the other hand, just like the look on his face when he's excited, so that's why you ask so many questions

your extended knowledge for trivia games as a result is just a nice little side effect

sometimes work and research can get to Gohan, and when you can't get him out of the office you resort to sitting on his lap and tucking his face into your chest

Gohan is literally defenseless against it and will have no choice but to relax against you and take a break

he takes after his father and hardly snores at all

not-so-secretly likes to be the little spoon

when Pan is born, they become the ultimate snuggle buddies and you only feel a little left out because they look so damn precious when they're cuddling

you're still Gohan's favorite though, forever and always

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DBZ Villains x fem reader NSFW headcanons

MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

Basically what it says on the tin. What it would be like to get freaky with some of the DBZ/DBS villains, in my humble opinion. I have written fics for most of these so if you are interesting in more of what I have here please see my masterlist!

P.S. Granolah is here because he starts off as a villain okay?!

Content warnings: sort of yandere vibes, bite marks, bruising, overstimulation, Saiyans being Saiyans.

Turles

Turles has a sort of dangerous, effortless charm that extends to intimate situations. He loves playing the long game, teasing you with his fingers and lips, smug grins and whispered taunts that leave you flushed and frustrated before he even starts.

Every single move is direct and purposeful with the intention to make you beg. He truly takes his time, nibbling your hip bones, stroking feather-light swipes over your folds with the pad of his thumb with lazy confidence, licking at your nipples for just long enough to make you squirm. He is a patient man when it comes to seeking victory, and he knows full well that it will be all the more satisfying for the both of you when he finally gives you what you want.

Despite his rough, battle-worn exterior, he has an undeniable finesse in the way he dominates. He is gentle with your most sweet and sensitive spots, but exploits them with the perfect amount of bittersweet pain—soft little bites and sucks. But when he knows you can handle it, he doesn’t hesitate to leave marks on your skin. Pretty love bites and bruises, all over your neck and shoulders, maybe even your tummy. He also likes to use his tail to hold you in place.

“My, you are quite the spectacle, my sweet. Covered in my little marks, all mine.” 

100% a dom and knows it. 

Z Broly (base) 

 Broly is a force of nature in everything he does, and intimacy is no exception. His immense power makes him hesitant at first—there’s always a fear that he’ll lose control, that his overwhelming strength might be too much. He’s used to destruction, not tenderness, and the idea of being close to someone in such a vulnerable way makes him awful scared. But once he’s reassured by you that he can let go, that he’s safe with you, he gives himself over completely.

When Broly loves, he does it with his entire being. His touch is heavy, filled with as much need as strength, and he can’t help but grip, pull, and hold as if he’s afraid you might slip away. There’s something almost animalistic about him—he follows instinct, desperate to claim and be claimed in his entirety in return. His breathing is ragged, his body burning with the sheer intensity of his emotions, and he groans low in his throat as he buries himself inside your velvet warmth, needing to feel you completely. 

Broly tentative and gentle, not wanting to split you in half. But once your nails dig into his back and you look at him with those sweet eyes asking him to move, he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything you say. 

Afterwards he clings to you like a lost puppy. He may not have the words to express his feelings, but his embrace speaks volumes. 

Is a sub. Likes when you tell him what you like and how to do it. 

Goku Black

Goku Black approaches intimacy like a ritual, an act of both control and indulgence. There’s an eerie grace in the way he moves—slow, deliberate, every touch calculated to elicit the precise reaction he desires. He savours the way you shiver under his fingertips, the sharp gasps when he drags his lips across your throat, the quiet whimpers when he pulls away just to watch you eyebrows knot in pleading. 

He thrives on power, on knowing that even in your most vulnerable moments, he is the one in control and the one you give in to. To him, there is something darkly thrilling about it—watching you surrender to him completely, knowing that he has reduced you to nothing but pure sensation. But yet, there’s an odd reverence in the way he touches you, as though you are something to be worshipped before you are to be devoured. He murmurs against your skin, a sinful mix of teases and degrading taunts.

“Don’t forget how lucky you are to be here, my pet.” 

“That’s it, let go for me, I’ve got you, I always do.” 

But Goku Black is not gentle—his passion comes with an edge of cruelty. He enjoys drawing things out, testing limits, seeing just how far he can push you before you break. And of course, he has to be the one to put you back together. 

Dom but enjoys the odd occasion of letting you worship his body while he relaxes. 

Granolah 

Granolah is cautious when it comes to intimacy—his entire life has been built around survival, and letting someone into bed with him hadn’t exactly been a part of that. It would probably be his first time, to be honest. At first, he’s hesitant, almost rigid, unsure of how to allow himself to be vulnerable. But once he lets go, there’s a quiet intensity in the way he shows his affection and desire, an unyielding focus that makes every touch, every kiss, feel impossibly meaningful.

He’s surprisingly tender, his fingers tracing the planes of your skin as though memorising them, mapping every inch of warmth. His movements are precise, careful and a little hesitant. He doesn’t quite know the right way of doing things, but he uses his feelings for you to guide him. His hands are strong, calloused from battle, but he holds your body close as if you are the finest porcelain. He is extremely attentive to your needs, focusing his eyes on your face and your reactions, but blushes when you make eye contact. He also gets embarrassed at the moan he lets out when he presses his cock into you for the first time.

His breath hitches and he lets out the sweetest little sounds of pleasure, but doesn’t say too much. He’d rather focus and cherish the moment, as if it were something special. As if he’s afraid of waking up and having it all be a dream. 

“You’re so perfect. I’m so glad you’re mine.” 

“You’re the only person I ever want to do this with.” 

Soft dom once he gets his confidence up. 

Raditz 

Raditz is all about hunger and possession. His approach to intimacy is wild, untamed, and driven by instinct. He’s rough around the edges, more primal than poetic, but what he lacks in romance, he makes up for in sheer passion. He doesn’t offer much in the way of kisses, he prefers to have his lips locked with your pussy. 

He’s the type to pin you down with a feral grin, his deep, husky voice teasing you about how needy and pathetic you look before he’s even laid a hand on you. And when he does? There’s not an ounce of trepidation. He takes. 

His hands are big, strong, almost overwhelming as he grips your waist, pulling you flush against him. He purrs and growls in your ear, murmuring cocky taunts and wicked promises about how good you are for him, how badly he’s wanted this. He’s demanding, relentless, pushing you to your limit just to hear you scream out intelligible syllables starting with R and ending in -aditz. He rubs your clit while he fucks you, intent on making you brainless. 

“You look so cute all blushing and whining for me, babe.”

He gets off on being the one to make you cum. No seriously, he will do it again and again, whether it be with his fingers, tongue or cock, he doesn’t care. He wants to overstimulate you. 

“Good girl…Let’s see if you can give me one more.” 

Dom but secretly loves when you make him submit to you. Seeing you feisty and confident turns him on.

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Hi again!

Here are the requests for DBZ that I mentioned in my previous ask!

Feel free to write them when you want/can!!!

Dating Vegeta would include headcanon

Dating Future!Trunks would include headcanon

Dating Android 17 would include headcanon

Dating Goku would include headcanon

These headcans can be just SFW or both SFW and NSFW.

It doesn’t really matter to me!

warnings: smut, oral sex(fem and male receiving), mentions of trauma, possessiveness, protectiveness, fluff, vaginal fingering, possible mentions of violence word count: 1.7k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader, Future Trunks x Fem!Reader, Android 17 x Fem!Reader and Son Goku x Fem!Reader a/n: I didn't know if you wanted it all in one post, but I figured it was easier for me to do it like this! I hope you really enjoy!!!

SFW

Don’t expect much in terms of romance. He’s not that kind of man. But don’t fret, he will always be there to protect you and defend your honor.

If you show him any kind of affection, he’ll be so flustered and not sure how to handle it. Usually he gets quite irritated, but in reality he’s loving it so much. He wants you to be soft with him.

That being said, if you were to argue with him and fight as well, he’ll be so happy and so turned on. Saiyans do enjoy a feisty lover and they want to feel challenged.

But Vegeta doesn’t always want to fight. He wants domesticity as well and wants to feel loved just as much as anyone else. Show him the softness of a human lover and he will always come home to you for more affection.

He might surprise you sometimes by offering affection of his own. He’ll be red faced and stuttering, but he’ll offer you his heart and soul when he realizes you’re the one for him. You’ve got a lover for life. NSFW

Vegeta wasn’t the most experienced when you first met him, and he was so shy and flustered the first time you tried initiating anything intimate. His hands fumbled and his mouth felt dry and his brain was blank.

With time, he found the right rhythm and touches just for you. He figured out exactly what you like and became the best at pleasuring you. Even if you are more experienced than him, he shows you just how much he enjoys pleasuring you.

Despite what you initially thought, Vegeta loves to give more than receive. He really loves being between your thighs, tongue gliding so perfectly against your wet folds. He drinks up your nectar like it’s the nectar of the gods.

Vegeta enjoys many different positions, but his favorites are doggy and mating press. Both for different reasons as well, considering they give him different kinds of control and feeling.

Sometimes he enjoys sensual, slow sex where you both take your time pleasuring each other. Most of the time his pace is rough and animalistic. He’s very loud during sex, lots of growling and grunting. 

SFW

He’s so considerate of your feelings, but at times he can be flaky and miss dates. He’s not always the most focused when it comes to those kinds of things, but just know he really means well and never wants you to feel abandoned.

He likes to surprise you with cutesy things. He’ll make you a bouquet of wildflowers, draw you something he knows you find cute, make you a playlist of songs that remind him of you.

Trunks will always have your back no matter what. He will defend you with his life. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to him and he won’t let you slip out of his grasp no matter what.

He enjoys spending quiet time with you. You two can be seen cuddling in his bedroom, watching a movie you’ve both seen a million times over. Or you can be in the forest together, walking around and enjoying nature.

He’s big on romantic gestures and often uses them to excuse his flakiness. He’ll plan romantic dates for you even if it’s not always available to either of you because of the way the world is in your future. Trunks wants you to be so happy either way.

NSFW

He’s good with his hands. Trunks enjoys massaging your whole body first to really get you so relaxed and loose for him. Then he likes to suck on your nipples while he fingers you slowly. You’ll be dribbling all over his hand before long.

He’s obsessed with your scent. It could be part of his Saiyan instincts that kick in, but he loves your natural scent. He rubs himself against you just to get more of it on him. And the scent that comes from your pussy makes him drunk on you.

Trunks likes to act tough sometimes, but he absolutely crumbles if you give him a blowjob. He can barely look down at you as you have your lips wrapped around him because the scene is much too erotic for him to handle.

He’s a big fan of lingerie! Get dressed up for him and show off your body in those silky, lacy bits of clothing for him. He’ll spend so long just admiring your beautiful body and undressing you ever so slowly.

Trunks loves pulling out and cumming all over your ass or pussy. He enjoys looking at you with his seed all over your body parts. If you ask him to cum on your face during a blowjob, he’ll bust right then and there. He views it as marking you up.

SFW

He’s awkward at first. He doesn’t truly believe you’ve got feelings for him. He’s done so much bad in life, he figures his chance at romance was over. But when you show him softness, he’s melting.

Give him time to blossom and he’ll become the perfect boyfriend. He enjoys the closeness of being your boyfriend. He wants you to rely on him whenever you can. He’ll show you he can be so reliable.

Android 17 comes with a lot of baggage, and he never wants to open up about it. He’s ashamed of his past. But from time to time, when he does open up to you, please listen to him. The more you listen without judgment, he will be more open to telling you about his past this way.

If you were to play with his hair while kissing him, he’d be so flustered. His cheeks would be so pink and he’d look away. But he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair and kiss him so softly.

He worries a lot whenever he can’t be around you to protect you. He’s vowed to protect you for the rest of his life. It’s a way for him to cope with what he’s done and how to continue to live for a cause that’s worth it.

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Android 17 has an obsession with cumming inside of you. When he learned that his sister had a baby, he became a man who was relentless with trying to have his own baby. If you don’t want kids, make sure you get on some sort of birth control.

He loves slow and passionate sex more than fast and rough sex. Being able to take his time with you is the best feeling in the world. He’ll be in missionary position, your legs wrapped around him and all he can think about is how happy he is.

He’s big on kissing you slowly and letting it build into something else. Making out makes him hard like a horny teenager. There’s just something about your warm tongue rubbing against his that makes him dangerously close to busting in his pants.

He may need aftercare after sex. It takes a lot out of him emotionally, so just lay there with him and play with his hair and enjoy the pillowtalk. If it gets too intense in his mind, you can just kiss him and get on top again to let him fuck away the pain.

Android 17 loves to go on and on and on for hours. He’ll exhaust you with his stamina. He is a fucking machine, literally and he uses that to his advantage all of the time. Just remember your safe word!

SFW

He’s not the most clever when it comes to love, but he knows how to show you his affection through actions rather than words. He may come across as really dumb a lot of the time, but he surprises you.

You can expect cute little gestures often. He’ll give you wildflowers, hunt you an animal for you to cook, or even just pull you into his arms after a battle to kiss you all over your face.

Goku is so possessive and protective. Nobody is going to get between you two. He’s going to show anyone who’s interested that you and him are so close and nobody can ever break you up. 

He’s got to have at least one hand on your body at all times whenever he’s near you. He’s also big on hand holding and wrapping his arm around you to keep you close to him as you two are out walking.

Doesn’t always know how to be the most romantic and he might actually ask for advice from Bulma to show him the right things to do or say during a date. He cleans up really good too and looks amazing in a suit. It’s not his favorite thing to do, but he’d do it for you.

NSFW

Goku is needy and wants to fuck all the time. Sometimes it’s even when it’s an inappropriate time. You’ll need to try and get him to behave as much as possible. But sometimes he just wants to shove his hands down your pants and feel your wet cunt against his large fingers.

He loves fast, wild and sloppy sex. Sloppy and wet kisses, snapping his hips so fast and hard, bruising grip against your hips, leaving scratch marks down his back as you try to hold on as best as you can.

Goku eats pussy like it’s his last meal. He devours you like you’re the only flavor he wants on his tongue forever. He’s really good at it too, using his instincts to figure out exactly what you like in terms of getting head.

His fingers slide so deep inside you, reaching places you didn’t even know could be reached just with fingers. He holds you on his lap, fingers deep inside you curling against that sweet spot as his thumb rubs against your swollen nub.

He’s messy with cumming. It’s always a bit inside and a bit outside, just messing up your pussy with his seed. He loves to play with it afterwards, pushing it back into you and then smearing it all over your clit. He’ll easily make you cum again like this after he’s had an intense orgasm of his own.

[morchilluv]

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Again ! Colby Brock x fem!reader contains smut

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Cho Hyun-Ju headcanons ! Cho Hyun-Ju x fem!reader contains smut

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Dragon Ball ✪

With Nothing but My love ! Son Goku x fem!reader

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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.  

[tytarax]

more fanfics with goku black i need this man bro😭🙏 btw i love your works

But of courseeee! We need him as a life source!

I'm very glad you like my works, that gives me motivation to keep writing. Sorry it's kinda short :')

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Today was a bittersweet day for Black, on the one hand, his spoiled daughter was turning 5... on the other hand, his partner _____ was not giving him the attention he deserved.

Despite the joyous occasion of his daughter's birthday, Black Goku couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of discontent. His partner, you, seemed too busy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to catch your attention.

He watched as his daughter gleefully opened her presents and blew out the candles on her cake, but his mind kept drifting back to you.

_____: So, did you like the present from dad?

Dahlia: Yeah! I loved it! Thanks daddy! Mommy, can you help me put them on? - she said handing the pair of fake purple pothara earrings to her mom.

_____: Sure! Come're

Black watched his partner as she helped their daughter, and then received a big hug from the girl.

_____: Well then, now open mine

Dahlia: Yay! More presents!

Little Dahlia opened the box her mom gave her, there was a big stuffed animal of her favorite... animal.

Dahlia: Mom! I adore it! It's really beautiful!

_____: I'm glad you liked it... Black, aren't you gonna say something to her?

Black: Yeah... happy birthday brat...

Dahlia didn't feel bad for the nickname, but she did a little pout. ____ noticing this, elbowed Black in the ribs.

Black: You shitty woman...

_____: Alright honey, I think you should get to bed. It's pretty late.

Dahlia: *yawn* Yes momma

_____: Do you want us to help you get ready for bed?

Dahlia: No, I'm a grown child, I can do it myself

_____: Hahaha... well then grown child, at least come here to say goodnight to your parents.

The girl approached the adults and said goodnight to both of them. After that, she went to her room and proceeded to sleep.

_____: Now mister, - she said approaching him from the back to start rubbing his sore muscles - do you mind telling me what bothers you?

Black: *huff* It's nothing...

_____ knew him too good to know that was a lie. And she knew what was happening. As the thought crossed her mind, she giggled.

_____: Seems someone wants attention... ow come here. - _____ moved from her place behind his back to the front of him, and gave him a hug burying him on her breasts. She heard Black giving a deep breath, and then hug her around the waist.

Black: Maybe... but hey, I have an idea.

_____: Hm? What's on your mind?

Black: Maybe so that she doesn't get all your attention and someone else can give it to her…

_____ thought on her own brother, Dahlia loved to pass time with him, maybe that was what Black was planning.

Black: We could give her a sibbling, or two... or more

Wait, what!?

Before _____ had a chance to say anything, she was already in Black's shoulder being carried to their bedroom.

This was going to be a long night... It's not like _____ would complain.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[spilledbeans116]

DBZ: The Princess Saga

Ch. 2: The Dance - Vegeta x Reader - 3,385 Words - SFW

// Vegeta x fem!reader // Uses Y/N // Saiyan AU //

Read Part 1 here!!!

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    Brushing your hair was quite easy, and you smoothed it out with your hands afterwards to prevent it from frizzing up. The dress, however, proved to be the difficult part. Your jumper was stretchy and fit your body snuggly, no zippers or buttons required. The satin dress, while still form fitting, required a zipper that you couldn’t pull up all the way. Had you been in your room, where you wanted to be, you could simply step out and ask one of the hundreds of other maids for help. However, you were not in your room and there were no other maids around.

    A knock came at the door; It was actually more of a loud banging. “Woman, what the hell is taking you so long?” The prince's voice rang out, pissed to all hell. What else was new?

    “I can’t reach the zipper!” You called back. The banging stopped and you heard an annoyed sigh. 

    “Just open the damned door and I’ll zip it for you so we can leave.”

    You paused for a moment, making sure to hold up the top of the dress and cover yourself. You tried once again to zip it up from the small of your back to no avail. You sighed and opened the door, making sure to have your back to the prince.

    After the door was open, there was no sound of footsteps coming to help. “Uh, Vegeta? The door is open.” Your tail swished behind you anxiously as you waited for the prince to do something.

    Then the sound of his dress shoes clacked against the tile to you, where you felt his warm hand grip the zipper. He paused as you pulled your hair away from your back, and he pulled up sharply to close the dress. The sleeveless dark blue gown highlighted your shoulders nicely, and complimented the prince’s cape. The folds were soft, and the way the top of it was cut showed off your chest. You looked good in fancy attire.

    You heard the prince turn on heel and quickly make his way to his room's door. “Hurry up,” he grunted, not even bothering to wait as you slipped on your shoes and blue scouter and ran after him. To be fair, his face was as red as a flame and he didn’t want you to see. He opened the door and you smiled as you saw the big bald saiyan waiting out in the hallway.

    “Vegeta, why is your face-“

    “Shut it Nappa now let’s go get this damned thing over with.” You fell in stride with Nappa as you both walked down the hallway behind the prince, with you on the right and Nappa on the left. Your dress billowed behind you as you walked briskly down the hall. The hallway was decorated with ornate gold statues, blue flowers, and sloping ceilings. Vegeta had ordered the walls to be decorated with the ancient tapestries depicting the legendary super saiyan, who’s hair shown bright gold and his eyes a blinding blue. They were stunning depictions, but still just legends all the same.

    “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful!” Nappa smiled at you. As scary as the older saiyan looked, he truly was a sweetheart. 

    “Thank you Nappa. You clean up nicely yourself,”  you grinned. He was wearing the dressier model of your everyday armor, which you had the same version of in your closet. The body suit underneath was black, with a dark gray chest plate and dark blue stomach piece. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist and his scouter piece glowed blue as it picked up the power levels of the servants you passed.

    “No one complimented my appearance,” Vegeta growled, not bothering to look behind himself.

    “I think you look quite handsome, sire,” you smiled softly as he turned to meet your eyes. He seemed annoyed, but what you could not see was his tail whipping around wildly under his cape and the blush that came to his cheeks as he faced forwards again.

    “Yeah Vegeta! You look all grown up!” Nappa said as he clapped his hands together. 

    “He still looks like a mama's boy to me,” the person stepping up next to Nappa laughed. He was wearing the same outfit as the older saiyan, but his long, dark hair was a stark contrast from the bald man.

    “Raditz! You made it!” Nappa laughed heartily, swinging his arm around Raditz’s shoulder. “Where’s Kakarot?”

    “Right here!” Kakarot smiled, stepping up to the other side of you. “Hey Y/N! Wow, you look really pretty!”

    You smiled in return and glanced over his outfit; it was the same as the one the other two had on. You went to thank him before Vegeta cut you off. “Don’t compliment her Kakarot, her ego is already bad enough as is.”

    “That’s ironic coming from you,” Raditz grumbled under his breath. As annoying as the prince could be, you enjoyed the little group that came with your job. They hadn’t been as welcoming of you at first, but once you trained with them you had earned their respect. It helped that you shared meals with Raditz and Kakarot almost every evening; at least, the ones when you weren’t with the prince babying his every need. For those, a good chunk of the time Nappa joined the two of you as well. It was also a bit of a help that you grew up in the same area as Kakarot, so you sort of knew him before starting work at the castle.

    “So Vegeta, are you ready to find a mate?” Raditz asked, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone but Vegeta and Nappa chuckled. Nappa gave a slight frown, to which you raised an eyebrow at.

    “I’m ready to get this damned night behind me.” He grunted, stepping up to the ballroom doors. “Don’t act like idiots. Woman, stay by me.” 

    You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yes sire.”

    Kakarot and Raditz opened the doors as you, Vegeta, and Nappa walked into the room together. A hush befell the room and everyone kneeled as the prince went past. This was the part of the banquets he enjoyed; the part where everyone honored his lineage and power. It made him feel strong and caused his ego to flare up to an even higher level of unbearable. Your tail wrapped tightly around your waist as you stared at the bowed heads of the prince’s servants and followers.

    The prince sat on his throne beside his father, where Nappa stood with you to the right of the prince (you being the closest) and Raditz and Kakarot took their places to the left of the king. 

    “You may rise,” the King's booming voice echoed throughout the chamber as Vegeta huffed in annoyance, not wanting the moment to be over. Each separate house had selected a prime saiyan woman made for the title of queen to be presented to the prince later in the night. Out of all of them, he’d choose his favorite, based on his tastes alone, to dance with. 

    “Woman, fetch me-“ the prince began, but his father quieted him.

    “Son, they are not here to serve you tonight. Go and enjoy yourselves, as I doubt this will happen again.” You glanced at Nappa, wide eyed, who seemed just as shocked as you. The four of you bowed.

    “Thank you, my king,” you all echoed in unison. Vegeta said something hurriedly to his father, who shook his head and continued to watch the crowds of high society mingle.

    You tossed a glance over your shoulder at the prince, giving a soft wave as he rolled his eyes. He tossed his hand over the right arm rest and let it dangle beside the throne as he smirked and flicked you off. You stuck your tongue out at him as you walked to the table and began to make a plate full of snacks.

    “Man, I thought he would have been a lot happier to have women swooning over him all night. I sure would be,” Raditz grumbled, grabbing food off the table and shoving it into his mouth. Nappa elbowed him and Raditz began to choke as Kakarot slapped his back repeatedly. Raditz then swallowed sharply and gasped for air as Nappa shoved a plate into his hands. Having served the prince for so long, you had some idea of the manners required for tonight, and Nappa was a saiyan elite born into the higher class and had been taught the basics since birth. It was clear, however, that Raditz and Kakarot did not fall into either category and therefore stuck out like a sore thumb.

    “Maybe he’s shy!” Kakarot whispered, piling his plate high with the finger foods. 

    “No, he’s just…” Nappa looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself as music began to play.

    “He’s just full of himself.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. The four of you took a seat at one of the empty tables and began to eat your food. The table was covered in a white table cloth, with fancy silverware, napkins, candles, and a large bouquet of blue and gold flowers in the middle. The decorations matched the rest of the ballroom, which had marble and gold floors and vases of large plants hanging from the pillars holding up the ceiling. Vegeta and his father’s thrones were golden of course, with the cushions a bright red, standing out in the midst of the blue, white and gold decorations. The thrones sat perched above the dance floor, with marble steps and a dark blue carpet leading directly to its edge. 

    You had to admit, as silly as this whole thing was, it truly was one of the fanciest things you had ever been to in your life.

    “Look at those dopes, dancing around with their noses in the air,” Raditz rolled his eyes and continued to shove food in his mouth, spewing a bit onto the table as he continued. “They think they’re better than us.”

    “They are better than us,” you sighed sadly.

    “Aw come on Y/N, don’t talk like that.” Kakarot frowned slightly. “I don’t think anyone is better than us.”

    “Maybe Frieza,” Nappa grunted, earning a laugh from the four of you.

    “See any girls that catch your eye, Nappa?” Raditz smirked, nudging the older saiyan with his elbow.

    “Nah, they’re all too prissy pants for me,” Nappa chuckled. “Not my type.”

    “And too young for Nappa!” Kakarot laughed, spewing food everywhere again as he shoveled more into his mouth.

    “I don’t know, I think that one over there looks pretty nice,” Raditz smirked, pointing his fork at a taller saiyan woman, wearing a battle chestplate over her purple dress. Her hair was long, and she was the only one not dancing alongside the suitors. She was also the only one wearing armor as a suitor tonight. Instead of dancing, she was laying with her arms crossed against one of the pillars, glaring as the other women made fools of themselves with their silly gala dances. Her head swiveled to meet your eyes and you quickly looked elsewhere, a chill running down your spine.

    “I think Vegeta shares your thoughts Raditz!” Kakarot giggled, nodding his head towards the prince. You looked over to see he was staring at the girl with a curious expression, and you felt your heart falter slightly. You couldn’t help the frown that came to your face. 

    “Hey no sour expressions!” Kakarot nudged you gently. “This is a fun night! We never get food this tasty in the barracks!” 

    You gave a sad smile and nodded. “Yeah I guess you have a point there.” Nappa was staring at you weirdly again and you bristled. “What is it, Nappa?”

    “Do you know how to dance?” He asked suddenly.

    “Nappa, I was born by the city limits in a tiny hut, do you think I can ballroom dance?” You laughed. “That’s like asking if Raditz can dance!”

    “Hey! I’ll have you know I can and I’m decent at it!” Raditz huffed, crossing his arms and frowning while his brother giggled.

    “You can’t ballroom dance to save your life!” Kakarot laughed, causing his brother to smack the back of his head. “Hey what did ya do that for?”

    Nappa shook his head as he chuckled and took off his scouter. “Come on, I’ll show you how.”

    You glanced around nervously at the hundreds of high class saiyans talking amongst themselves or waltzing around the dance floor. “I don’t-“

    “Come on, they all know me here and they won’t think twice of it.” He stood up and offered you a hand, which you took hesitantly before taking off your scouter as well. As soon as it was set down on the table, he yanked you to a corner of the dance floor.

    He placed one of your hands on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He then grabbed your remaining hand in his and held it to the side of you two. You could barely reach his shoulder, and his hand on your waist felt massive; gods he was a huge dude. 

    “Alright now step in time with me. And a 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.” You awkwardly waltzed around with Nappa, who was surprisingly a light dancer on his feet. His white boots clacked around the ballroom while you stumbled around with him to the music.

    “Wow Y/N, you’re horrible at this!” He laughed quietly as you rolled your eyes and smiled.

    “Gee, thanks big guy. I didn’t know I was dancing with the prince.” That earned a hearty laugh from your dance partner, who quickly quieted down and apologized after the dirty looks he got from the other dancers.

    “I’m only pulling your tail. You’re not too bad for a newbie,” he smiled; It was a sincere smile and warmed your heart a bit as you continued to be terrible at waltzing.

    “Thanks Nappa.” You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the prince, who was now staring at you and Nappa. You floated up a bit and gave a soft smile from over Nappa’s shoulder before he seemed to huff, cross his arms, and look elsewhere. What a cranky man. Then again you’d probably be bored sitting up there too, watching as everyone else at a dance hosted in your honor got to have fun and you didn’t.

   “Has Vegeta always been this cranky?” You asked Nappa quietly, touching down onto the floor again.

    He nodded his head. It was well known that besides being Vegeta’s trainer, the large man also acted as his nanny of sorts; a second dad if you will. Vegeta, although he’d never admit it to his face, looked up to Nappa as more of a father than his actual dad.

     “For as long as I can remember, he was always the way he is; spoiled and grumpy.” 

    You chuckled at his response. “That sounds about right. I can’t even imagine him as a kid.” You had been working by Vegeta’s side for six years now, and you were the first maid that stayed longer than five days without quitting or pleading insanity from his attitude. 

    Nappa’s stare blanked for a moment before a soft smile grew on the older man’s face. “Actually, before he went to work under Frieza, there was just a small bit of time where he was no different from any other saiyan child.”

    “I can’t imagine what that was like for him,” you said, glancing again at the spikey haired prince, watching as he talked quietly to his father.

   “He got over it quickly, not like he had a choice.” Nappa began to smile, staring off wistfully as he thought of the past. “He used to have bangs.” 

    You gasped. “No he did not!” You, of course, already knew this, having seen the prince on the television during his father’s speeches as a child. Yet, you didn’t want to disrupt the older saiyan’s happy memories.

    “He used to act like a kid too, whining for toys and to go play outside. Of course he couldn’t just play anywhere, so he would climb the tree in the courtyard while I watched from the benches.”

    You smiled as Nappa talked about the young prince with such admiration. When it came down to it, it was clear Nappa thought of Vegeta as his son as well. When he was in the middle of talking about how he’d carry the prince above his head and Vegeta would pretend he was a rocket, a tap on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

    “Hey Y/N!” Kakarot smiled. “Mind if I steal a dance? I’ve been practicing!” He motioned over to Raditz, who was now mumbling curse words under his breath as he sat back down at the table and once again began to pile food into his mouth with reckless abandon.

    “Oh, uh, sure! If Nappa doesn’t mind that is!” You replied, glancing up at the bald saiyan.

    Nappa scrunched up his face for a second and glanced in the prince’s direction. “Uh… I guess for a bit wouldn’t hurt.”

    “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick!” Kakarot smiled again. He was always so happy for a saiyan; sometimes you forgot he wasn’t just an off worlder. If it wasn’t for his tail, you wouldn’t believe he was the same species as you.

    Nappa flawlessly switched his hands out with Kakarot’s as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He went over and started talking to Raditz as Kakarot spun you around quickly.

    “Woah woah woah we gotta keep pace with everyone else!” You laughed as he spun you faster.

    “This is more fun though!” He smiled. “They’re too slow!”

    You laughed and agreed but made him slow down anyway. The two of you were getting glares from the suitors as you shared the dance floor with them, but for once you didn’t care. The king had been right; when would you ever get to do something like this again?

    “Why did you want to dance?” You chuckled, staring up into his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about it a bit before he gave his response.

    “I was bored!” You felt like a rock just got dropped on your head but you laughed anyway. He could be really stupid but his personality was refreshing. You began to fill in with the rest of the dancers, all of whom were now paired up with a male servant and dancing around the room, their brightly colored ball gowns that depicted their houses swirling together in a blur of rainbow colors. You and Kakarot were no different, even if your outfits were less grand and your colors belonged to the prince's royal guard. Vegeta thought he had only glanced away for a moment before he realized he couldn’t find Nappa’s tall, bald, satellite head circling the dance floor with you. 

    “Where the hell are they,” he grumbled, spotting Nappa at the table with Raditz. The two were caught up in an intense conversation, with you nowhere to be found.

    “Looking for your entourage?” The king chuckled darkly. Vegeta just grunted and looked away from his father, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and placing his chin in his hand.

    “Hardly see why you would care.” He grunted.

    “I quite like the two of them together. They seem close.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father’s words.

    “Nappa is as old as you father, I hardly doubt anyone else thinks that.”

    “Not him you oaf, the saiyan boy. What’s his name? I don’t recall it… Bardock’s son.” Vegeta’s head immediately whipped up as his onyx eyes scanned the dance floor only to find you waltzing around with none other than Kakarot. His loose grip on his chin changed to a tight grip on both armrests of the throne, the intricate gold designs cracking under his hands. 

    “How ideal. He’s a good fighter, isn’t he? I know she has proved herself to be one as well. Their offspring would benefit our armies an undeniable amount.”

    “The hell are you talking about, old man?” Vegeta spat, his eyes never leaving the two of you. 

    “Watch your tone, boy,” the king frowned. Vegeta didn’t even notice, watching as you smiled up at Kakarot and the two of you held onto each other. It made him feel a pit of uneasiness in his stomach; he felt disgusted by it. 

    There was no way he was jealous. He was the prince of all saiyans damn it! He watched as you stumbled and Kakarot caught you, holding you closer and continuing to laugh. Okay, maybe he was jealous. Not of your affections or the fact that Kakarot was able to hold your soft hands and your curving waist, or that Kakarot got to stare down at you in that gorgeous, deep blue dress. Not that you were wearing his colors and looked as beautiful as ever in it. Not even because his father talked about you and Kakarot’s potential children like it was set in stone. No, of course not. He was jealous his damned rival got to waltz around the floor and he did not. At least, that’s what he told himself.

    “Actually, I’ve thought about it before as well. With you finding a mate of your own soon, I’ve drafted a letter to the girl's parents, offering an arranged marriage of her and Bardock’s son.” Vegeta's right hand snapped off the top of the arm rest and he tossed it to the side as he stood up abruptly. 

    “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His father growled. Vegeta took another step down the blue carpet and towards the dance floor.

    Kakarot was spinning you so fast again to the point that you were seeing stars. “Kakarot I’m gonna throw up, stop it!” You laughed dizzily.

     “Me too!” He chuckled, coming to a slow stop. “Alright I’ve had my fun, I need some water!” You let go of his hand and placed both on his shoulders as the two of you laughed in the middle of the dance floor.

    “WOMAN!” The prince’s voice rang out, high above the music and the dancing of the crowd. Everyone immediately stopped dancing or talking and the band stopped playing abruptly, turning to look at the prince to see who he was calling out to. You were no different, and a feeling of uneasiness washed over your entire body. He called every female “woman,” but when your eyes met his you knew he was speaking to you.

    “Move.” He spat at the crowd, and they parted out of his path. He looked furious, but the suitors didn’t seem to care. Some bowed to him as he walked past, others curtsied. A select few reached out to him but he shouldered his way past them. When he reached you and Kakarot, he stopped, reaching out a hand.

    “You’re dancing with me now,” he spat.

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If You Ever Did Believe (God!Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: god!vegeta, reincarnation, sex, oral (fem receiving), manipulation, worship Word Count: 2.6k Summary: Living a quiet life in a small village, your heart yearns for more. You pray every night at the shrine to Vegeta for the strength to chase your destiny, not knowing the God of Pride himself was eager to answer your prayers. Taglist: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @keiva1000, @copolite01

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The village was winding down. Farmers made their final rounds checking their animals, housewives prepared evening meals, smiths cleaned their tools. You were settled quietly by the river, you watched the water flow over the rocks. Soon the villagers would visit the Saiyan shrines and leave their offerings. Your village devoutly worshipped the Saiyans for many centuries. Your childhood had been filled with stories told over the fire of a time when Saiyans walked the earth, fighting monsters and gods alike with the goal of making this realm strong.

The most adored of these gods, at least in your village, was Goku. He was depicted as a kind and friendly god who often visited the mortal realm in times of trouble. His favored offerings were pork buns and rice. It is said he took a mortal wife, Chi-Chi, and together they welcomed the kind and knowledgeable god of wisdom, Gohan, and later the god of loyalty and friendship, Goten. Most of your village visited the Son Shrine. 

You prayed to Vegeta. He was a strong and stubborn god of pride. He was known throughout the realms for his short temper and unwavering bravery. He was what you needed. 

While Goku is said to have been born on the planet, the tales told of Vegeta, the prince of a far away realm, venturing through the cosmos to come to your planet to challenge Goku. Instead they made an alliance, and ascended side by side to godhood.

 You longed to follow in Vegeta’s  path. You wanted to leave your small village behind to seize an even greater destiny. 

Inside the Prince of Pride’s shrine, you light incense and bow before the statue depicting Vegeta in his armor. You needed him to hear your prayers more than anything. If any god could guide you, it was Vegeta. 

“Vegeta, the great god of pride, the prince who seized his destiny,  I come seeking your guidance. I don't belong here. I'm meant for more, I can feel it…” you take a deep breath. “I need to be brave and strong like you are.”

A breeze rushes past you, blowing out the incense. In your haste to relight them, you don't notice the glowing eyes on the statue.

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ　　

You say your prayers every night. Bowed before the statue, never really knowing if Vegeta heard you.

All the while Vegeta had been watching you. You grew from a meek little thing praying for the strength to stand up to your bullies to a brave young woman longing to face your destiny. He admired you in a way he hadn't admired a mortal before. From his throne, he watched you grow and change. He fell in love with your tenacity from afar.

On this night, as you prayed once more, he decided it was time he reached out to his most devoted follower.

You were caught in a deep sleep when Vegeta came to your room. His divine power made it simple for him to sneak in without waking you. He sat on the edge of your bed and admired your peaceful face. He reached out and placed his hand on your cheek. At that moment, you began to dream.

You were kneeling in the shrine, but instead of a statue, Vegeta stood before you in the divine flesh. His ethereal glow was warm on your skin.

“Vegeta, I am... humbled to be in your presencel.”

“Stand up, little one. Your place is no longer to pray.”

“It's not?” 

You looked up at him with fear in your eyes. Had your god decided to abandon you instead of offering the guidance you so longed for? 

Vegeta frowned, “Do you believe yourself a weakling?”

“No! I'm not!” You raise to your feet and look him in the eyes.

“Good girl,” he smirks, then offers you his hand.He leads you out of the temple, and you're surrounded by the stars.

“This is only a small part of my realm,” he said. “There is much for you to see. I have decided, your place is at my side. You will be my wife. You will ascend and rule at my side.”

“This is a dream,” you whisper, feeling a pang of disappointment.

He scoffs, “You think I can't walk your dreams?” 

“I didn't mean…”

“It's no matter. What's important is you. In two days, if you choose to join me, then come to my shrine at dawn.”

“Two days. Dawn. Got it!”

“Very good. I will be there, waiting to make you mine.”

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ　　

The next morning you awaken convinced that your conversation with Vegeta was simply a dream, nothing more. You had prayed for the strength to leave your small village and instead you’d been offered an ascension alongside the god of pride himself. It seemed much too good to be true. After all, why would a god want to marry you? 

You made your way out to the garden to start your chores. Your family had passed years ago, leaving you alone to tend the soil. Fear of the unknown is all that kept you in this place. 

As you work, your mind wanders over and over to the dream. You even let yourself fantasize it was real. What would it be like to live with him in his realm? He’d said the beautiful plane you’d been in with him was only a small part of his realm. You wondered what the rest would be like, and an eternity to explore every bit of it seemed like a dream come true. 

You managed to talk yourself into actually going to the shrine as he’d told you too. After all, even if you were only fooling yourself you didn’t want to miss the chance. 

The morning mist covered the fields as you made your way to the shrine, and once more lit incense. You began your prayers, but soon a breeze ruffled your hair. This time you looked up in time to see the statue’s eyes glowing and a static feeling surrounded you. Then, a divine presence approaches. 

Turning around, you come face to face with Vegeta. Your eyes widen as he reaches out to you, his fingers unfolding in offering. 

“Vegeta,” you gasp softly, and knelt before him. 

“Tch. No more of this,” he said as he gently guided you to your feet again. “Not to say you will never be on your knees for me again, but not in prayer.” 

You trembled softly as his hand stayed firmly around your wrist. He studied your face before allowing a small smirk to tug on his lips. Leaning in closer, he nuzzled his nose against yours with a satisfied sigh. 

“Are you ready, little one, to go to my realm?” 

You nodded, “More than ready!” 

He chuckled, “Then, let’s go.” 

With a wave of his hand, a shimmering portal appears before you. For a moment you could only stare at it, knowing the second you stepped through your life would change in an instant. No longer a mortal toiling away your days, you would become a goddess at the right hand of Vegeta for an eternity. 

“Have you any doubts?” he asked gently. 

“None at all,” you looked up at him and smiled. “It’s just…overwhelming in a way.” 

“You will be happy, little one. I’ll make sure of it. Your heart will long for nothing, you need only say the word and I would pluck the moon from the sky. I would bottle up the stars for you.” 

You felt comforted by his words, and with one last glance over your shoulder at the mortal world, you nod to let him know you’re ready. 

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ　　

You felt weightless like a breeze could send you floating away. Yet there was security, a feeling of safety you’d never felt before in your life. Your eyes drank in the aurora drifting across the night sky. Galaxy’s and stars twinkled in your sight. Worlds upon worlds, Vegeta had explained. The sky would always look this way, and yet there was light in his realm. It felt warm like the sun on your skin, and it had taken you too long to realize the light was him. His divinity warmed the very realm, bringing life to what was once an empty plane. Your bare feet walked across grass as soft as velvet towards the grand, silver gates welcoming you home. 

It was then, between those gates, that Vegeta took you into his arms to carry you over the threshold. Once he was standing inside the lush palace, he kissed you deeply. 

“I’m afraid the grand tour must wait,” he whispered against your lips. “I must claim you.” 

“Oh,” you felt the heat rushing through your body and settling in your core. “So soon?”  

“I’m afraid so, you won’t be able to remain here for very long if I don’t.”

You couldn’t deny you were nervous, but you knew he would take care of you. 

He carried you with ease to his opulent chambers and laid you down on the softest bed you’d ever felt. You were pretty sure your body was being nestled by a cloud. 

“My beauty, my treasure,” he whispered as he hovered above you. He kissed your forehead, then your nose before settling once more upon your lips. 

Kissing Vegeta felt like coming home from a long journey. Your hands kneaded and caressed every inch of his strong torso; he explored you with equal eagerness. A tingling sensation left a path everywhere his fingers touched, as though his divine essence was sinking into you. This was what it meant to be claimed, to be one with a god. 

As your clothes were removed, you’d expected to feel a chill in the air but it never came. Vegeta left fiery kisses down your body and settled between your thighs. He kissed your mound before nuzzling his nose between your folds. As his nose nudged against your clit, his tongue teased your entrance. You realized he was selfishly indulging in your scent and taste. He had all the time in the world to do so. 

“P-please,” you panted after what felt like forever being subjected to his teasing. 

“Ah, eager little thing,” he scoffed. 

His tongue drags from your hole to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as though he’d pleasured you a thousand times and knew exactly how to do so. Your head fell back against the pillows as you squirmed eagerly. He suckled and lapped at your pussy until you were falling over the edge with a soft gasp. 

When he lifted his head, your juices dripped down his chin. His dark eyes were filled with a feral desire, and he wasted no more time. His clothes joined the pile with yours, and he pinned you beneath him. 

“I need you,” he whispered. “I can’t wait any more. I’ve waited too long as it is.” 

You open your mouth to question the words, but he steals them with a deep kiss. His tongue plunders your open mouth. Hips knock together as he grinded eagerly against you before reaching down to grasp his cock. He prodded your entrance, then began to ease himself into you. 

“Vegeta,” you gasped softly, and he met your gaze. 

“That’s it, my love. Take me like you were meant to do.” 

You both moaned when he bottomed out. Your bodies fit together perfectly. The pace he set was gentle at first, wanting to ease you into making love for the first time. He quickened his pace in response your noises growing needier, and soon he was fucking you at a rhythm that had your toes curling. Your nails dug into his shoulder muscles. 

“I’m close,” he warned you. His hand moves down to your clit. 

“M-me too,” you panted. 

“Good girl. That’s perfect.” 

With a few more thrusts, the coil snapped. You felt a gentle numbness spread over your body, and Vegeta followed you. His seed filled you up. His teeth sink into your shoulder at the same time, and you cried out as the feeling heightened your bliss. You felt divine.

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ　　

After spending most the night making love, you spent the morning snuggled against his side. You felt like you could sleep, but your body didn’t feel exhausted. Part of your new being, you figured. As he held you, his words from before echoed in your mind again. 

“Vegeta, can I ask you something?” 

“Anything,” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Earlier you said if you didn’t claim me quickly, I wouldn’t be able to stay for long. Why did you say that?” 

He stiffened at your words, “I simply misspoke.” 

“No, you’d seemed quite sure.” 

He sighed, “It was nothing, little one. Must you question everything?” 

“I just wanted to understand,” you insisted. You sat up on the bed, and he felt a twinge of panic that you were pulling away. 

“You won’t let this go, will you?” 

“Well, I might have if you weren’t being so suspicious.” 

“Fine! Woman…Follow me.” 

He pulled on his robe with a soft growl before giving one to you. You followed him through winding halls to a room that was far removed from the others. He touched a panel on the wall and whispered a password and the door slid open. Inside, the walls were lined with countless ornate mirrors. With a snap of his fingers they filled with visions of you. Except each one had slight differences, a freckle in one vision was absent from the next. The attire in them seemed to be from a past long gone, and in some you were interacting with people you’d never met. 

“What is this?” you asked. 

“They’re you. All of them,” he said. He stood in the corner, looking down at his feet as though looking in the mirrors pained him. “You’ve lived many lives, and I’ve loved you in every single one.” 

“Oh…I…I see…” 

He stepped closer to you, reaching for your hand to lead you away in hopes the matter has been laid to rest. 

“Why have you never made me immortal before?” 

He sighed and let his hand drop to his side. “Because you never wanted it before…Or you were taken from me before I could offer it. The first time I offered you said that to love you was to love your mortality. So, time after time I watched you die. I knew something had to change or else I’d spend an eternity losing you.” 

You shuddered softly at the thought and felt a pang of sympathy for him. 

“So what did you do?” you asked, realizing there was more to the story than what he was telling you. 

It was then you heard the door close. He grabs your shoulders and makes you face him. His grip was tight, as though afraid you’d slip away. 

“This time, I made sure I was in control. I made sure you were born into a miserable life in that backwater village so you would long for me as I’ve longed for you. And it worked, my love. We are together, at last. And nothing will tear us apart.” 

“You manipulated me…” 

“It was for your own good,” he insisted. His grip loosened and he leaned down to kiss you. “You love me too, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes, of course…But…” 

“Then let it go,” he practically pleaded. “I did it for us.” 

“But what could my life have been if you hadn’t—” 

“You’ll never know!” he declared. “It doesn’t matter!” 

“Vegeta, I can’t—” 

With a snap of his fingers, you were gone. Somewhere on the mortal plane, a young couple was making love for the first time. You would be born again, and he would be waiting. Because no matter where you went or what you did, your fate was tied to his. He would keep trying until everything was perfect.