#makes me wonder if bulma got the idea of wishing for a prince on her own

[saiyanmazen]

No, it's actually an unhinged gremlin.

I think we all knew who the OG Vegebul shipper was.

[sevenstarsinning]

Invasion Ch. 12

Description:  A planet conquering race of Saiyans invaded Earth and deemed it worthy of habitation. After bringing the humans to their heels, they set up a new society where humans had one role, to serve. You found yourself in the unlucky faction of being bought and sold as a human pet. With absolutely no interest in owning a human but no way out of having one, Kakarot made a bid on you at the urging of his brother. It was only a matter of time before you were either killed or forced into obedience.

You can find previous chapters in this link: Ch.11 or you can read it here on my AO3

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A routine developed for you, wake up, eat, meet with Gine to train, eat lunch, train more, eat dinner, heal any bruises and scrapes in the healing pod, then back to the palace. Bulma had left you alone for the most part, which was good because you really didn’t feel like explaining to her where you were going and what you were doing. That morning you finished your breakfast and opened your door to head out, but you ran smack into the one person you were just trying to avoid.

“Shit, sorry, Bulma.” You said as she took a step back.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” She asked the question you were trying to avoid.

“Um, just out. I need some fresh air.” You lied.

She pushed her way into your room, “yeah, I understand that completely. Today is not going to be fun for anyone.”

You turned to face her with your brow furrowed, “why not?”

She stared blankly and confused at you, “you- today’s the trial for Kakarot. Did you forget?”

“Fuck. I didn’t even- I knew it was coming up, but I didn’t realize it was so soon.”

“Are you okay? You’ve been a little off lately.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Um, the trial, you’ll let me know what happens?” You hoped to distract her from more questions.

“You do know that you’re expected to be there, right?” She continued to regard you as if you had a second head or something.

“Me? Why? I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Because Vegeta wants to show us off to his father and from now on you’re required to attend any event in the palace. But besides all of that, you love Kakarot, I thought you’d want to be there?”

“Loved,” you corrected, “he made it abundantly clear that it was just great sex.”

“I’m- I don’t know what to say here. You seem so careless about this?”

“No, I cared, I cared too much and ended up hurt. I can’t hold onto those feelings when they meant nothing to him. I’ll go to the trial because the last thing I need is Prince Dickhead angry at me, but I’m not going because of any assumed loyalty to Kakarot.” You felt bad for snapping at her, but you honestly didn’t have the capacity to show any sympathy anymore.

A heavy silence fell over the two of you as you stood there for a moment, “is there anything else I need to know?”

“Just be ready within the hour to meet with the King before the trial and I’d change your clothes if I were you. Also, Vegeta says we don’t speak unless spoken to and even then we probably shouldn’t speak.” Her expression had dropped from concern to one of sadness as she left the room.

You let out a frustrated sigh, wishing you’d said more to her or done something else to make her understand, but it was all too overwhelming and you honestly wanted to just forget everything and move forward, whatever direction that actually was.

Picking out a decent dress shouldn’t have been as hard as it was, but there you were with too many choices and honestly, not enough motivation to care. You grabbed the one that didn’t make you feel completely exposed, black silk with a low cut back. You threw your hair up in a semi-presentable bun and headed down to where you assumed Bulma and Vegeta would be.

You descended the stairs to the main hall to see the two of them standing next to one another as they waited a few feet away from the door.

“Cutting it close, human.” Vegeta snapped as soon as you were within earshot.

“Sorry, dresses aren’t my thing.” You shrugged.

“Clothing isn’t your thing, breeding isn’t your thing, if we weren’t so pressed for time, I’d love to hear what your thing actually is.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you around to his other side.

You peered over to Bulma who looked absolutely flawless in a long, strapless, red dress that hugged her curves almost as if it was her own skin. Vegeta was also apparently wearing his best, his armor was adorned with gold around the seams, a cape flowed behind him, and his emblem was embossed on his breastplate. They really did look like a royal couple and then there was you, looking like you’d rolled out of bed just moments before.

“I’d rather not go on the assumption that she told you this already, but you will not speak, no utterance of even a syllable If you’re spoken to, you’ll answer with a nod of your head. Understood?” He seemed even more tense than literally any other time you’d seen him.

“Got it. No words.” You wondered if Gine was going to make an appearance. She probably didn’t even show for training that morning, especially if she knew about the trial being that day.

“When this is over, there is still the matter of your use to be discussed. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Before you could respond with some half thought out comeback, the large doors opened, and you immediately felt a tenseness building in your stomach.

The second you laid your eyes on the King, you knew what all of the hype was about. His demeanor alone was demanding of respect as he carried himself without an ounce of carelessness or patience. The scowl he held on his face seemed like a permanent fixture, at least you’d seen Vegeta with a little more range.

“Father.” Vegeta nodded with a slight bow of his head.

“Don’t be so familiar in front of others. Have you already forgotten all of your etiquette?”

“I apologize, King Vegeta.”

You held back any facial expression you wanted to give in the moment about his name being the same as Vegeta’s and their entire planet. Vegeta didn’t seem like the ‘junior’ type.

“Allow me to introduce my humans, this is Bulm-“

The King waved his hand dismissively, “I have no interest in knowing either of their names. My concern only goes as far as the abomination of their blood mixing with a saiyan’s.”

“Our race has bred outside of our line in previous years, they’re the most compatible to-“

“You’re doing nothing but chasing a myth with this hybrid idea of yours. I’m only allowing this rouse to continue because this planet has resources we can exploit and the humans seem to keep the morale up for the lower class saiyans.” The King seemed to sneer at the two of you with a glance that barely lasted one second.

“Of course, sir. I apologize for suggesting their usefulness expands beyond that.” Vegeta cowering was an odd sight to see.

“We need to discuss the sentencing before the trial begins. Where can we speak privately?” He made no move to look at the either of you.

Vegeta snapped his fingers at one of the saiyans standing to the side, “show the King to the study, I’ll be along shortly.”

“Do not keep me waiting, Prince Vegeta.” He shot him a warning glance before following the saiyan.

You waited a moment before relaxing a little. Your entire body had been tense that whole time and it was exhausting.

“Go to the throne room and wait for the trial to begin.”

“Do I have to be there?” You asked.

A thick silence lingered for a split second and you noticed the Prince’s jaw tense before he turned to you and clamped his hand over your throat.

“I’ve suffered your insolence for long enough, if you truly wish to be excused from this then I’ll be more than happy to end your involvement now.” He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into your skin and cutting off any air supply you had.

You grabbed at his forearm, struggling to breathe as your vision blurred, “p-please-“

“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.” He released your throat and left you gasping and choking for air as he headed in the same direction the King had gone.

You held your throat as you inhaled sharply and filled your lungs with air once more, your eyes watering.

“Let’s go.” Bulma placed her hand on your back and guided you with her, offering nothing else for comfort.

After a moment of walking with her, you were finally able to breathe normally and felt like the color had returned to your cheeks.

“He won’t hesitate to kill you, especially not with the King around.” Bulma finally spoke as you walked.

“Maybe that would be better than this?” You rubbed your neck, knowing bruises were already forming.

Bulma stopped suddenly and turned to you, “if you want to keep toying with your life, then do it when I’m not around. This isn’t a perfect life and it’s by no means the life I wanted for myself, but it’s what I have and I enjoy waking up everyday knowing I’m still alive because I’ve seen what happens to the others who weren’t as lucky, who didn’t get the same opportunity as me.” The tears in her eyes remained there, never falling and staining her cheeks.

“Bulma, I-“

“Just stay on his good side when I’m around, please?” She didn’t wait for you to respond before she returned to her path and walked ahead of you.

You felt bad for putting her in any kind of harm’s way. You could tell she was just as frightened as you, but there was something more to it than that. There was still a lot of unknown bits to how Bulma ended up where she was. You never really asked and she never really offered the information freely. Of course there was the curiosity, but you assumed it wasn’t the same as yours. She always seemed so much more capable and put together, and less likely to end up in an auction. She had a genuine fear that doesn’t come from just hearing about something bad, it comes from experience.

You followed her in silence, wanting to reach out and apologize for being selfish, but you couldn’t find the right words that didn’t make you sound like a complete jackass. You entered the throne room, which had been altered a bit for the trial. Two thrones sat at the far end and a cement post had been placed in the center with what looked like an iron fixture on it.

Bulma took her place next to one of the thrones, obviously knowing which one was for the Prince and which was for the King. You stood next to her and fought with yourself on an apology before deciding on how to say what you needed to say. You grabbed her hand suddenly and squeezed it slightly, pulling her gaze directly to you. She offered a small, fleeting smile before turning away again, but she made no move to take her hand from yours.

You stood there together for what seemed like hours. Either time had stopped or it was just going by so slowly due to the anticipation. You felt anxiety sitting like a rock in the pit of your stomach, not just about the trial, but seeing Kakarot again. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like months but had only actually been a few days. You flexed your freehand, feeling the ache still settling in your fingers from the last session with Gine. You didn’t have the full time in one of the healing pods so there were still bruises and aches that remained. As a few other saiyans entered the room to stand in witness of the spectacle, you thought about how far you’d come since your first time take a step into the palace. You were overshadowed by Kakarot, all of it seeming so daunting in the moment.

The second Vegeta and the King entered the room, Bulma released your hand and seemed to stiffen. Her demeanor changed completely, but you assumed she was more accustomed to this sort of thing than you were. You silently chastised yourself for not asking her what to expect at the trial, how it would go down and what would happen afterward. A few moments passed after they took their positions in the thrones, then the large double doors at the end of the room opened, several saiyans entered, surrounding Kakarot. He was restrained almost in overkill. He was adorned with a collar similar to the one you had, only this one was thicker and probably had a lot more stopping power in it. They even had his tail restrained and pinned down around his waist. You couldn’t help but smirk at the black eye Turles was wearing, it made you feel a little better knowing Kakarot was most likely the one who gave it to him.

“Kakarot.” Prince Vegeta spoke first, drawing attention from everyone in the room.

“Prince Vegeta. King Vegeta.” He offered barely a nod at them while he glanced at you.

Just his gaze alone sent a shiver through you. You still felt that pull to him, regardless of what he’d said before. The pain and hurt was still there, but seeing him again made your feelings grow complicated. Your eyes met his in a split second and you wanted two things, to hit him and make him hurt the way he’d done to you, and then kiss him.

“Let’s begin. You’re being tried for murdering seven elite warriors and conspiring to overthrow myself and the Prince. These are treasonous charges, how do you plead?” King Vegeta said with as much disinterest as he could.

“Not entirely guilty.” Kakarot said.

“Explain.” The King urged.

“I’m only guilty of some of it. I did kill the elite warriors, I take the full sentencing for that, but my motives were my own. I had no plans to unseat you or the Prince.”

A lull of gasps and muttering spread throughout the room from the other saiyans. You noticed Gine and Bardock standing towards the front of the crowd with Raditz near. You wondered if they would stay after the trial, mainly Gine.

“You admit to slaughtering seven saiyans without provocation?” The King questioned.

“I admit to killing them, but it wasn’t without reason.” Kakarot continued to steal glances at you.

“Out of my own curiosity, I will grant a less severe sentencing if you share your reasoning behind murdering your fellow elite warriors.”

There was a silence that fell over the room as everyone froze with intrigue, wanting to hear his explanation. You were also extremely interested in why he would do such a thing, especially when he made such a point to be in defense of his brother and the other saiyans. Kakarot looked back at his family, his gaze meeting Gine’s in that moment before he turned back around.

“I can’t do that.”

“Can’t do what exactly?” The King pressed.

“I can’t share my reasoning.”

“Kakarot, please!” Gine called out, but was quickly silenced by Bardock pulling her back and placing his arm around her.

The King seemed to grow annoyed as he sat forward, “and why not? Are you protecting someone? An accomplice?”

“I acted alone. I’d like to request my sentencing now.” He seemed to be in a hurry to get it over with.

You looked over to Vegeta who had remained quiet. His hand gripped the arm of his chair to the point where his fingers were digging into the wood itself. There was more to this than Kakarot was letting on and Vegeta seemed to have answers.

“You’re forfeiting a right to a fair trial? Without sufficient evidence to discount the charge of treason you will be taking on all charges, regardless of your plea.” The King explained.

Kakarot gave you one last glance, “I plea guilty to all charges then.”

Your heart sank as more muttering erupting throughout the room. Gine turned towards Bardock and buried her face in his chest. Kakarot remained calm and stoic, giving no emotion away as he awaited his sentencing.

“Why is he doing this?” You whispered to Bulma.

She turned her head towards you, “I-I don’t know. I’ve never seen a trial like this before. Normally they have witnesses to their character, their actions, someone to defend them, but he’s giving up all of that.”

“You leave me no choice but to continue with your sentence. Since you are under the Prince’s orders, I’ll allow him to deliver the ruling.” The King sat back in his throne.

“As an elite warrior you pledged your allegiance to protecting all saiyans under the rule of myself and the King. You broke that allegiance when you took the lives of those you swore to protect. We find you guilty of all charges of murder and treason, for which the sentencing is death.” Vegeta spoke with little emotion, his hand still holding a death grip on the arm of the throne.

[luigis-love]

Baby Steps

Chiccolo Week 2017

Saturday

(Not exaclty adult material, but still read with care)

Chichi knew that tingle inside of her body, her blood boiling and her insides twisting with pleasure. It’s been so long since she felt it.

 And at the same time, it was weird, because she could feel the inexperience of her soon to be lover, she could feel him shivering under her touch, his eyes opening from time to time to analyze her and react according to whatever emotion she was displaying.

 It was actually… sweet, and exciting to know she was the one with experience, while she was sure Piccolo was an absolute and completely pure virgin.

 A giggle tried to escape, but she caught it. It was not the time for laughing.

 To think that from all the people in the world she would be passionately kissing Piccolo… Piccolo! Son of the Demon King, kidnaper of her son, murderer of his husband (not that it actually counted anymore since he came back a year later), and she could keep going with the list. But not now.

 Now she was more than ready to take this man to her bedroom and show him a thing or two.

 As she grew up, she never saw herself as any kind of femme fatale. She wanted to be the devoted wife who only made love to a very sweet husband… But today she knew that the time for slow love making would come, but right now she wanted to screw the brains out of her lovely namek.

 Her hand, which had been on his neck for quite a long time now, started to travel down. He tensed, so, she stayed on his chest, waiting patiently for him to relax again. When he did, when his kisses were about to make her forget about the bedroom and seriously consider to just do him here in the living room (Kami bless Bulma for taking both of her sons for the night), her hand traveled down and aimed to caress his crotch… and in a second she felt dizzy, her body moved violently and she found herself in an unlady like posture on the couch, with Piccolo standing with his back at her, holding his head on his hand.

 -          W-WHAT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, PICCOLO?

 The namek did not answer, he just started passing from one side to the other mumbling for himself in namekian. Chichi felt herself heat up in a non-pleasure manner.

 -          AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!!

 He did not, just keep walking from one side to the other.

 -          IS IT SOMETHING I DID?..... PICCOLO?....... PICCOLO!!!!!!

 Not able to wait any longer, Chichi stood right in the middle of his path, pushing him from his wide chest. Not that she would be able to stop him at all, but she KNEW he would react. It was not like he would push her away and just keep acting like an imbecile.

 -          WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP!!!

 He did, and looked at her, then walked away from her and just turned on the lamp beside the couch. It was like kicking the corpse of the sensual moment, which had died like a minute before when he shoved her away.

 -          Im sorry Chichi. I… I just can´t,

-          You WHAT?

 Piccolo turned away and had the decency of blushing.

 As adorable as she always found that purple blush, right now she was very pissed off to actually care about her cute big boy.

 -          Is it something I did? Was I going too fast?

 A horrible idea appeared into her mind, and Chichi petrified.

 -          Don´t you love me anymore?

 Piccolo seemed to panic at her words, and in a flash of super human speed he took both of her hands. His mouth opened once, twice, and then he looked away. Finally, he embraced her with a very measured force, enough to make her feel what he was trying to say.

 Chichi felt her anger easing a little bit.

 -          Listen, I love you, ok? And, I thought you and I were going to move to the next step… I… I thought you found me pretty.

 Piccolo made a noise… he was so, SO bad with words.

 -          I am sorry I pushed you before you were ready; I know you haven’t done this in the past. I… I am going to take a shower and then to sleep, ok?

 The namekian allowed her to leave his arms and saw her leave up stairs.

 This was awful.

 Piccolo clenched his fist and felt like he could punch anything, but he was also aware that he might end up destroying the house if he did that.

 Chichi had been… insistent, about this intimacy thing. When she kissed him for the first time, he had been a rock. He did not move, neither did he answer. He just stayed there like an idiot.

 He could probably had lost her on that very day, if not because the immense shock face he made when she pushed away, and apparently he had blushed until most of his face had acquired a purple tone. She had giggled.

 It took him some time to learn how to properly kiss her. She was an amazing and patient teacher, by the way, and to say he did not enjoy doing it would be a lie. He did enjoy it, he really liked it… but… but his body was not human like hers, neither saiyan like Goku´s. He just… did not felt exactly what she did.

 Piccolo looked away.

 They were supposed to be moving forward, to make a steady relationship. They were not ready to tell everyone they were a thing, and so far, the only ones who knew were Vegeta and Bulma… The namek growled when he remembered the saiyan prince.

 A week ago, they had been training. While taking a break and searching for a sip of cold water, they both had heard the women talking.

 “Oh please calm down” – Bulma had said – “I am sure is going to be fine. I mean, yes, he IS tall, and I had been ogling at that foot size of his. But I don´t think it will be bad at all”

 Piccolo had been confused while Chichi had started mumbling some weird thing about the children going to Capsule Corp on the next weekend. However, he had been distracted when Vegeta started howling with laughter, to the point of almost crying.

 Both women came running, and were shocked at the vision of the saiyan prince in such a state.

 In the couch, Piccolo finally understood the reason why the little idiot had been laughing so hard.

 Two hours later, the namek stood up. He had taken a choice, and it was not or never the moment when he could change things. Chichi would obviously wait for him to be ready to do this… intimate thing with her. Something she OBVIOUSLY wanted. But if their relationship was going to move forward, he needed to speak with her.

 He needed to be honest.

   Chichi heard him get inside her bedroom, but decided to keep staring at the wall. What did he want anyway? She could not avoid but feel like he did not want her, or maybe he felt pity for her… or maybe he felt like he was just too strong and was going to rip her apart or something… that one was actually a little bit scary. But she trusted Piccolo.

 He was standing behind her, looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her.

 But he said nothing, and she rolled her eyes. Yes, it was cute that he displayed his emotions with actions instead of words, but this time she really needed to know what in the hell was happening inside his head.

 Piccolo stared at Chichi, full aware that she was awake and ignoring him. His eyes roomed around her beautiful silhouette under the thin blanket. She was wearing a small seeping gown. He wondered if it was something meant to be sexy, or just something light and comfortable to sleep.

 Piccolo sighed. And his hands went to his shirt. He took it off from the belt and tossed it aside. Then came the belt, which pooled in the floor.

 Chichi turned around when she felt him sit on the bed, and then saw him kick away his shoes.

 What was going on? Was he here to pity do her? No thank you. She preferred a thousand times to remain unsatisfied than have a pity first time. It was ok if he did not desired her… however, she felt hurt.

 Piccolo usually understood her better. Did he not realize that by this “I am going to do it to you just because you want it” thing he was deeply hurting her?

 The namekian stood still for a long time looking at the other side of the bedroom, until he finally lifted a little his body to take off his pants and toss them away with the rest of his cloths.

 Even with the current situation, Chichi used the opportunity to contemplate the partially covered by the blanket green nice ass he was sporting. She had dreamed about biting those emerald globes.

 But the show was soon over; when in a quick movement he lifted up the blanket and lied still on her bed, his head on the pillow, facing her with an unreadable expression.

 -          We are not going to do it anymore, Piccolo.

 She sat on the bed, crossing her arms.

 -          Listen, it is ok if you are not ready for this, or… or if you are not sure about us. I get it, ok? Just, just, I don´t even know what are you doing here.

 As usual, he did not answer, he just stared at her for a long time, until finally, one of his arms reached for her in a silent invitation, and Chichi thought that she finally understood why he was there.

 He had come to sleep. As simple as that.

 As to why was he naked… maybe and he was slowly training himself to be in a very intimate situation with her. He was trying.

 Chichi smiled and felt a little bad with herself.

 Goodbye to the femme fatale. This was Piccolo. Completely out of any sort of experience Piccolo. She was supposed to take baby steps with him. So she followed his example and took away her night gown, his eyes were immediately glued to her boobs. It was a not a lust gaze, not an “I wish I could suck that nipple” kind of look. It was mostly… curious… probably because he did not have nipples himself, unlike male humans.

 Chichi lied on the bed and removed her underwear. This was not, of course, the way she thought she would end up naked and in bed with Piccolo, but still.

 She shivered a little at the sensation of not having any clothes while being in her own bed with a man she was romantically involved with, but paid no attention and got close to her partner, nestling herself in his arms.

 It felt so good.

 He was so warm; his smell was filling her lounges. She kissed his cheek and felt happy at the sensation of finally being able to stare at him directly at his very nervous eyes. Their heights being so, SO different.

 Being in bed felt good. So she moved closer, trying not to live an inch of her skin without touching something of him. After all, she was well aware of what she was going to find while pressing herself after a male body, and being honest, she was a little curious anyway.

 The problem was that she found nothing.

 She looked at Piccolo, and found him looking at some point in the wall behind her. So, and since he was not responding, she tried again. His toes moved slowly, discovering that the bumpy red edges that decorated his arms were also present on his legs, besides of the weird and addictive to constantly touch fine lines that lined up his skin.

 Her knee also found the bumpy red edges in other sides of his body.

 Chichi was a little bit of confused, she looked at him again. He was starting to blush with embarrassment. Her sexy green alien was overwhelmed by so….

 That was the moment when it hit her.

 Her sexy, nipple less, green ALIEN… how on earth had she been so amazingly blind??

 Just because he was, let’s say… humanoid, that did not mean he was like humans.

 Chichi felt ashamed of herself and her stupidity, wondering how hard it must had been for him all of the pressure from her side.

 -                     Oh… oh sweety…

 Her hand lowered and she touched the empty space between his legs. It was a very VERY weird feeling. But his skin was just… there… a blank space of smooth skin with nothing special about it. She caressed him slowly, seeing that he had absolutely no reaction. He was just… blank. And since he had not that parts of his body, it was also possible that he did not fell any sexual desire… unlike her, who had been thinking for months of ravishing him against a wall.

 -          I… I am sorry.

-          What for darling?

-          Making you waste your time with… me.

 Chichi stopped touching him and looked at him completely confused.

 -          What…

-          I cannot give you what you want… but I, I truly enjoy being around you. So… so I am sorry for being selfish.

 The woman denied with her head and cuddled against him.

 -          I am the one who should be sorry. I just… I just see you as any man from the world. Even when you are so different, I still… well… I out you on the very same category than all men in the planet. I should have…checked some facts with you.

 Piccolo finally looked at her.

 -          Are you… are you going to… stay?

-          You won´t get rid of me so easily, Piccolo Dai Maho Junior. You think that not having manly bits is enough to make me change my mind?

-          Well…

-          Shhh…

 Chichi cuddled closer. She wondered if someone knew about THIS part (or lack of) of namekians.

 Piccolo could not desire… but he wanted to make her happy, and making love with him would indeed make her happy.

 Chichi smiled like the cat that ate the canary, feeling the amount of trust he had on her by having revealed that truth about himself, and thinking about how much he liked to make her happy… so, so happy.

 It seemed her teaching days were coming back, with a new and VERY interesting subject.

 Chichi closed her eyes and hugged Piccolo back.

 “Baby steps Chichi” – she thought before falling sleep – “Baby steps” THE END @chiccolofans

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[breezytealy]

Can you pleeeeeeeease do Trunks for the character thing?! Pretty please?! 💛😊

(msg refs this post)HI NONNIE! (Who are youuuuu~~~~?) I’ve had half of a response in my drafts forever but finally got time to finish! Wow, it’s almost like everyone knows exactly the characters I want to write about :’DDone Goten, have Marron after this post…I’m going to do this mostly about present timeline Trunks rather than future timeline because that means I get the Terrible Trio done in these asks.Why I like themHe’s a little cheeky turd! Obviously I’m talking about Present rather than Future Trunks (who is a real softie). Trunks is such a manipulative kid, getting Goten to go along with his plans (in Buu saga Goten’s too young to argue back effectively, can see Goten just being chill later though). It makes sense he’d just expect people to follow his lead though. He lives in a house with staff and everyone probably agreeing with his Mum out of respect - and his Dad out of fear. He is a little full of himself and I love it. (More after cut)

Why I don’t…I’m legit trying to think of things and I can’t… if he was a real kid in my charge I would be so irritated by him. (Also Super has him too small, my eternal complaint).Favorite episode (scene if movie)The Mighty Mask stuff gets me every time :’D Trunks calling the shots and poor Goten just resigned…

Favorite season/movieBuu saga, and Broly movies for him just being such a rude shit, flipping the bird, the family hand sign.

Favorite lineLess a line and more a state of mind; every time in GT he got exasperated at Goku and Pan behaving like kids was my favourite. We know he’s a bit of a slacker in his presidential role in GT, preferring to go out flying (who wouldn’t) but he is ultimately quite responsible as an adult and adulty. 

Favorite outfitFuture Trunks not present Trunks but same body so stands to reason, that green jumper F.Trunks wore in the Black arc looked pretty good on him! I do like his green gi as a kid but not sure where that comes from? I wonder if he’ll switch to Vegeta’s Saiyan uniform when he’s older or keep the gi  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

OTPI am a stickler for canon ships (it’s like a personal challenge, don’t hold anyone else to it) so it looks like Trunks x Mai is going to play out in current timeline. I know a lot of people don’t like it, and even those that do usually stick with the Future timeline. But I find it /fascinating/ how Mai’s brain would work (it should be going through all the childhood developmental stages again) and how that relationship would develop. She must tell him her situation at some point. I picture Mai rejecting his advances as a young teen, and then explaining why before he goes to college when he’s old enough to understand. I’d see a bit of a distancing after that for him in particular to process though coming back together after as they do see something in each other, especially as he grows more responsible. With the responsibility I do see him as a little of an “old soul” for lack of a better term - (and I might be projecting my own partner onto him here but) the kind of guy who starts reading adult papers as a teen and is clued up about politics and genuinely likes music twenty years too old for him, so they just work well together. He skips the party stage and goes straight to the boxset on sofa stage.

I know a relationship between two people where there’s a huge age gap (it started when she was 18 and he was late 30s) and it’s the strongest marriage I know. Whilst that’s not as big a gap as Trunks x Mai honestly if it works then I don’t see a problem. Many of the problems with age gap relationships come down to power differentials and people being in different stages of their lives physically. If these aren’t there then who gives a monkey’s? As I said on the Goten one I do see some TruTen happening at some point due to the intensity of fusion but not sticking into a traditional relationship. I see Trunks as a true “all or nothing” prince charming romantic type (serial monogamist) and Goten not being able to maintain the intense romantic tendencies needed for something like that.

BrotpGood old Goten can it be anyone else? I do see them as having some form of intense soulmate-like relationship though which is basically an OTP but not in the standard way TruTen is depicted. Looking at them interacting you’d probably think they’re a married couple bickering half the time because the effect fusion has of making you see someone else more of an extension of yourself than separate. Sounds harsh but I actually see them as old men and can see one dying of heartbreak if the other goes first

Head Canon I have Goten being effortlessly friendly with people as he’s grown up in a mixed environment with people of all classes (he knows rich people from CC, he knows Gods and how to behave, interacts at markets with normal people). Trunks has been stuck at CC and so is used to the power differential in most interactions. I can see that really messing with him and it just… manifesting as him being an unintentional ass as he gets older (though I think his interactions with future Trunks might have started to soften that). Maybe insisting on going to public high school for a couple of years and it just not going the way he plans (you can’t organise people. Goten yes because he just rolls with things but not everyone else). Making few friends, growing suspicious of people and their motives because they’re just after money or influence… social stuff is more complicated than he thought. He can’t have been great to CC workers as a kid really, since he treated the place as a playground. I have him insisting on taking on a gap year before college (that way he can go with Goten (kinda forcing Goten to go in a way)) and wanting to spend it travelling in space. Vegeta and Bulma have other ideas and make him do a year’s internship at CC, rotating through departments and starting with the most aggrieved - maintenance. The staff treat it as a hazing and Trunks learns humility and how to interact with people better, they grow to like him, and when he takes up a position at CC after college there’s far less animosity towards him being gifted a management position. He’s still not that good in social situations without a framework like work to work with and he can come across a little awkward. He’s best when he just relaxes and is a really good earnest guy and easy to talk to then, but he’s more often second-guessing how some people are going to behave and how he’s coming across that he’s a bit hard to interact with with that wall up. When he’s chill he’s quite witty and is full of puns. Some of his jokes can be a little dark (mostly born from having a dad that threatens to murder you for every little thing) and he’s the kind of guy with intrusive thoughts (”I could kill everyone in this room”) but not the type to act on them obviously. It’s where Gotenks gets his mean, slightly cocky streak from. I see him taking on a lot of responsibility, seeing himself as the group leader and making the final decision on strategy for fights that the kids take part in. They look to him for it. Really though Goten is the glue that holds the group together and without Goten softening things Trunks’ leadership can be a little hostile. Still, he takes a lot on his shoulders and feels the weight of it often. He’s an analyst, good for engineering but breaking down every little problem and possibility can be tiring. He’s the person most concerned about keeping the public from finding out about the superpowers and makes them all use secure chats and code names when talking, he wears a beanie hat in public to hide his hair (rarely works). Public see him as a man of mystery though and have decided he’s some brooding amazing guy instead of a paranoid dork. That frown he inherits from his Dad is more from worry than his Dad’s trademark irritation. He tries to do too much with the business and training and can be constantly tired, running himself ragged, Bra takes some stuff off of him to help. Eventually he opens up the sword school with Goten after Gohan’s book’s released, leaving CC day-to-day management to Bra (who is far better at marketing and being extraverted and all that shizzle) and as they’re now open about their powers he can relax and enjoy himself and focus on spreading the responsibility through a group of enthusiastic recruits, aged 39. 

Unpopular opinionBeing from the UK I had the Blue Water GT dub. I haven’t played the games very often and I’m more likely to rewatch GT than Cell Games so my internal Trunks Voice is either KaiserNeko’s from Dragon Ball Abridged or Blue Water’s Matthew_Erickson. I like Vale’s voice as I had it for Future Trunks but I just… every time I write dialogue with adult Trunks it’s one of the two softer voices ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A wishBecause the kids haven’t aged in Super we’re missing out on the “generic teen phase” for the kids. Having Trunks rolling around in an unwashed hoodie talking about “how hard my life is” and “no one understands me and my genius” with all the self-awareness of a jam jar would be amazing. 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happenA bit silly but please don’t have him be cool. Future Trunks was cool because of his skills and character rather than actually trying to be, in reality he was a bit of a cute dork and I hope that happens. The idea of Trunks trying really hard with interactions and failing (like trying to impress Mai with the sword) is funny, I just couldn’t take the blandness of him actually being cool with people and popular, you know? That natural charisma is more Goten’s domain to me. 

5 words to best describe themResponsible, easily-exasperated, romantic, strategist, “not good with strangers or people he knows” (to quote Father Ted)

My nickname for themI have them all referring to him a T (“Trunks” being a famous name you don’t want to bandy about in public because it would attract attention) and Goten calling him T-Dawg as some kind of ironic jibe. 

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A trip with daddy

Okay, so with all the Bra art/literature going around and no fresh ideas in mind, I thought I might share this cute little Vegeta/Bra-fic, I wrote last year hehehe. Enjoy! 😁 Summary: Left alone to babysit Bra, Vegeta takes a trip to the convenience store with his little girl, but things take an unexpected turn, when a mugger enters the scene and threatens the store owner, at gunpoint. A trip with daddy:

"Dammit Vegeta, quit wasting my time, I'm gonna be late for this press conference!" Bulma seethed, pulling up a stocking.

"That is no concern of mine, woman!" The Prince growled. "I never agreed to this!"

"Yeah, well tough luck!" She fired back. "Mom and dad suddenly decided to take a vacation and Trunks planned this camping trip with Goten for the last three weeks, so I couldn't ask him, alright?!"

"Well too bad, I refuse to go anywhere near that grubby little creature!"

"That's our daughter you're talking about, you ass, not some creature!" The heiress walked up to him, glaring right in his face, her sapphire eyes blazing as ever. Ever since Bra's birth around two-and-a-half years ago, Vegeta had been neglecting his fatherly responsibilities to the poor child and Bulma refused to have it any longer. "Seriously, spend some time with her! Get to know her better! You might actually enjoy it!"

"Pah!" He spat.

"Don't be such a namby-pamby!"

"Damn you woman!" He grimaced. "You're insufferable!"

"So er- is that a yes?" Bulma asked hopefully.

"Fine, fine whatever, now get lost!"

"Oh, thank you Vegeta." She cheered, her anger ebbing away quickly, as she abruptly crushed him into a tight embrace.

The heat rose to Vegeta's reddened cheeks and he was instantly hard, due to her lack of garments.

"Let go of me!" He demanded, trying but failing to tug her away. At last, however, Bulma shifted back and pecked his lips before putting on a formal black business skirt and a white buttoned shirt, beneath a full-sleeve, indigo overcoat that flowed to her knees and matching stiletto pumps, to go with everything. As she was doing so, she gabbled on about Bra's favourite meals, kids' programs, board games and whatnot, while Vegeta tuned her out.

Gone at last, the Prince turned towards the tiny, sleeping form of the little bundle within the crib, her hair just as blue as those of her insane mother's, with a big tuft on top that spilled out in every direction, like the branches of a palm tree. Bulma dressed her in a strange set of powder pink, buttoned, bloomer overalls when taking her to the park this morning and since she'd fallen asleep on the way back, the heiress had put her right in the crib, without bothering to change her into her sleeping pajamas. The outfit covered her torso, as well as her arms and legs up to the points just below the elbows and knees, respectively.

"What a peculiar thing you are." Vegeta mumbled, hesitantly reaching a hand out to her. Gods, was she small or what? Although he was more attentive to her than he'd been during Trunks' infancy, he found her too much of a mess to be around, frequently playing with worms in the dirt and eating like a caveman, with morsels of food flying in every direction. It was outright disgusting. She'd likely consumed more in the last year, than the average human adult would, in ten years. Funny, how it never really affected her. She was still a pint-sized little twerp, perks of her Saiyan DNA. He smirked at the thought, gently placing a hand on her rising and falling belly. Bra began to stir and her big, cerulean eyes, slowly fluttered open.

"Daddy?" She mouthed groggily, yawning thereafter.

'Shit!' Vegeta cursed inwardly. Dammit, he should've left her as she was! Now, he'd have to deal with this crazy half-Saiyan toddler, all by himself and he was not looking forward to it!

"Daddy!" Bra exclaimed happily, placing her tiny hands atop his. The move sprung a strange feeling within the pits of Vegeta's stomach.

"What're you so happy about, brat?!" His mouth pressed into a hard line.

"Bwat?" She repeated. "No, no Bwat. Ish Bwa."

Her attempt at correcting him was quite amusing, he decided.

"Brat."

"Bwa!" She rectified more forcefully this time, with narrowed blue eyes.

"Brat." The Prince smirked teasingly.

"BWAAAAA!" The little girl screeched so loud that the Prince nearly toppled over.

"Okay, okay, Bra!" He relented, waving his hands in front of him, shocked by her sudden caprice. "Stupid child. You're just as crazy as your banshee mother!"

"Mama?" The half-Saiyan's anger suddenly melted away. She stood up and grabbed the bars of her crib, looking curiously at her father. "Where mama?"

"She's gone to an important meeting, but she'll be back soon."

"Soon?"

"Yes, soon."

"Oh."

Vegeta frowned at the child, wondering what he was supposed to do now.

"Cookies?" Bra blinked up at him with those innocent, blue eyes of hers and he suddenly felt himself beginning to melt, from the inside. Dammit, what was this bizarre feeling?! He didn't know what to make of it!

"Ugh, fine." He groused. "Come on then." Vegeta lifted her up and placed her on the floor, feet first, before proceeding forward.

"Daddy!" The blue-haired toddler squealed. He turned around and saw his daughter looking at him imploringly, with those endless azure depths of hers, as she held out her stubby, little arms.

"You can walk just fine on your own!" He declared crassly, which only made her burst into tears, not two seconds later. Vegeta was suddenly plagued with an unfamiliar sensation of guilt, as his daughter continued to bawl and call him "meanie".

"Alright, alright!" He groaned peevishly and took her into his arms, whereby her sour mood suddenly vanished. Bra smiled and held him tight, as he carried her out of the room. The Prince mentally cursed his unexpected weakness, around the puny brat.

Sifting through cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer, inside the kitchen, Vegeta quickly realized that all the chips, cookies, lollies, munchies and other treats that would appease his crazy daughter, had gone missing. No doubt, Trunks had seized them all, for that absurd trip with mini-Kakarot. Curses!

'I'm going to make him wish he was dead!' The Prince vowed. Oh, this most certainly warranted an arduous training session, aka thrashing, for the purple-haired brat!

Left with no other choice, the Saiyan grabbed a few bills from the living room cabinet and whisked Bra to the nearby convenience store.

Entering through the automatic double doors, Vegeta perched Bra on his shoulders and took hold of a basket, filling it with all the best confectionary he laid his dark eyes on, as the giddy, blue bundle on top, clapped and cheered in delight.

"What a spoiled girl." The Prince grumbled.

"You think I'm bluffin'?!" A thick, middle-aged voice suddenly hollered from nearby. Vegeta turned in time to see a ski-masked hoodlum pointing a sawed off, single-barrel shotgun at the man on the counter, who had his hands up in surrender. Between them was an open briefcase. "Open the fucking cash register and toss in everythin' ya got, else I shoot!"

All of a sudden Bra began bawling and the Prince's protective instincts kicked in, as he lowered the shopping basket to the floor and cradled the girl in his arms. She nestled into his chest and he awkwardly placed a hand on her back, to try and soothe her.

"P-please, sir I- I-"

"NOW!" Roared the mugger, which only made Bra cry louder.

"Shut up you imbecile, you're making her cry!" Vegeta yelled at the thug.

"You, back away, this instant!" The gaunt man pointed his weapon at the flame-haired Saiyan. "Or so help me, I will spill your guts! I swear it by the horns of Lucifer, himself!"

"No!" A horrified Bra cried out, clinging to her father even more tightly, if it were possible, big, blue eyes brimming with tears. "No hurt daddy!"

Vegeta's stomach churned at the heartfelt plea of the tiny bundle of innocence within his arms. Gods, she was just so- precious.

'Ackh, that was way too corny!' The Saiyan mentally slapped himself, for his excessively sentimental thoughts and turned his attention back to the crook.

"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself, fool!" He took a step forward.

"I- I'm warnin' ya!"

Vegeta, however, did not heed the warning and moved another pace towards the mugger.

BANG!

The attacker discharged his weapon, however, the Prince simply flashed his ebony eyes and in that very moment, the blast exploded before it even left the barrel, causing the gun to implode and the wide-eyed carrier to fall on his behind.

"What in the?" Scrambling to his feet, he tried to run off, only for the double doors to open and a bizarre man with a white bandana, wayfarer sunglasses and the most outlandish green and black outfit, to appear before him with a grim look on his face. But- why would be here, of all places?! It made no sense!

Vegeta's face flushed and he placed a hand over it, groaning in disgust, while an intrigued Bra rubbernecked the mysterious newcomer, listening to his bizarre preamble.

"Beware evildoer, for I, the Great Saiyaman have come here to bring justice upon those who would mean to harm the innocent and-" The new arrival cut off his speech, as he recognised the father-daughter duo, not far off. "Vegeta? Is that you?" He asked, only to bite his lip, realizing that he'd mistakenly gone back to using his normal accent. The comical figure cleared his throat, before reverting to that lower-pitched hero inflection of his. "I mean, greetings my fellow-"

"Oh God, just shut up already, you moron!" The Prince cut him off peevishly, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seriously, have you not embarrassed yourself enough for one lifetime?!"

"Mowon!" Bra echoed, balling a tiny fist and waving it at the intruder.

"Braaaa!" The costumed man protested in shock, before catching himself and covering his mouth, once again realizing the slip of his voice. Only then did he notice the crook, furtively trying to sneak around him, in an escape attempt.

"Oh no you don't!" The vigilante tutted, shaking his head at the would-be absconder. "No one escapes the justice of the Great Saiyaman!" He promptly gave him a light tap on the temple that knocked him unconscious, before laying out his wobbly frame, on the tiled floor.

"Th-thank you, Great S-Saiyaman." The store owner stammered.

"You're most welcome, venerable sir!" He replied in his hero voice.

"Moron." Vegeta muttered.

"Mowon!" Bra repeated loudly, whereby the outlandish man cringed and walked over to her, with a disapproving expression, bending down so he was face level with the toddler. He shook his index finger at her.

"Now look here, young lady, you should not be using such foul- YYYYAAARRRGGGHHHH!"

Bra bit down on his poor finger, mid-sentence, whereby it throbbed and the chucklesome hero began howling and sucking on it, in an attempt to ease the pain.

Vegeta barely managed to hold back a smirk, at the sudden rush of pride, surging through him.

"Owww, that smarts!" Saiyaman looked towards Bra with a hurtful glance, while clutching his bruised finger. 'Man, like father, like daughter.' He thought to himself. Straightening his posture and puffing his chest out, he decided that it was time to be off. "Well then, farewell, good citizens!"

The owner stared incredulously, having no clue what to make of the baffling events that had just materialized before his very own eyes.

'Can't believe this idiot was stronger than all of us, not too long ago.' Vegeta thought to himself.

The superhero meanwhile, grabbed the crook, so he could deliver him over to the West City authorities. He'd come all the way here to pay a surprise visit to the Briefs, until he'd heard angry shouts in a nearby store and so, decided to transform into his hero outfit and intervene. Oh well, he decided it best to come back another time.

Not long after, father and daughter sat on the living room sofa, voraciously feasting upon the snacks they'd just purchased, while Bra was watching 'The Lion King' for about the hundredth time ever.

"He bwave!" The girl commented, as she saw Mufasa easily take on three hyenas.

"Tch, he's a weakling." Vegeta snorted.

"Weak?" She frowned. "No weak! Stwong!"

"No, he's weak." Replied the Prince. "I'm strong."

"Daddy stwong?" Bra was intrigued.

"The strongest." He answered, smiling smugly.

"Weawy?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"Show me?"

"Okay." He decided and gandered at the screen. "Watch the TV."

Bra did just that and gaped in fascination, as it began to levitate, all of a sudden.

"Daddy?" She looked back towards her father and saw his concentration, fixed upon the hovering, flat screen. The girl observed the television descend back atop the entertainment unit.

"Wow, so cool!" Bra cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Hmph, that was nothing." The Prince remarked.

"Can you fwy, daddy?" The child asked, with longing blue eyes.

"I learned to fly when I was three years old."

"Fwee?!" An awestruck Bra goggled.

"That's right." He quirked his upper lip.

Bra looked at her father in wonderment for several moments, before grinning.

"Fwy me daddy?" She asked, eagerly.

"Hmmm." Vegeta pondered the request. One look at the ridiculous song playing on the screen, with the legion of hyenas marching before that strange lion with the black mane, was enough for him to make up his mind. "Alright."

The Prince turned off the television and gathered Bra's tiny form in his arms, before heading through the backdoor, locking it and taking to the skies. Bra held onto her father from behind, in a piggy back.

The blue-haired girl gushed with joy and ebullience, cheering and squealing in delight, as her father took her half way around the planet at a nice, even speed. She looked down in marvel, at the forests, deserts and icy landscapes they crossed, with a bird's eye view. A multitude of cities and country towns alike, bustled with life, all oblivious to the duo that flew above them like hawks. Bra had never experienced this much excitement and frenzy, all her life.

"I wuv you, daddy." She twinkled, fastening her hold around him.

The Prince grunted in annoyance, not one for sentiments, though he could feel his heart pounding against his chest at the heartfelt proclamation of his daughter. Damn feelings! This darn girl was turning him into a big bag of slush!

"Do you wuv Bwa?" She asked innocently.

"I- uh- you- urgh-" He sputtered, unable to formulate a proper sentence. Stupid girl! Why'd she have to ask him that?! If he said "no", she'd definitely be devastated, which would ruin all the headway he'd made with her today. For some reason that he couldn't quite figure out, he liked the adoration she bestowed upon him and certainly didn't want to spoil it, but he couldn't say "yes" either, so he settled comfortably, for something in between. "You- uh- you're not so bad."

"You're funny daddy!" She giggled, holding onto him even tighter.

"Hmph."

Around two hours since taking flight, the pair finally returned to Capsule Corporation. Bra was fast asleep and the Prince was cradling her against his chest, as he entered the residence through the back door.

"Where the hell were you?!" Bulma screeched all of a sudden, whereby Vegeta cringed. "I was worried sick about-"

"Shhhhh!" He scowled, pressing his index finger to his lips.

"O-Oh." The heiress suddenly realized her mistake, as she saw him holding the slumbering form of their daughter. Her heart practically melted at the sight. She grinned widely at him. "So how was it?"

"It- it was okay." He shrugged indifferently and Bulma saw right through his fib. It had taken years, but after all their time together, she could practically read him like a book. He was ecstatic.

"Told you." She said smugly, arms akimbo.

"Tch, whatever."

"You want me to put her to bed?" Bulma asked.

"It's fine, I'll do it myself." He replied and proceeded upstairs, while Bulma gaped at him, positively dumbstruck. Yep, he was totally ensorcelled with that girl.

A/N: And there you have it folks! Hope you enjoyed! Be sure to review and tell me which bits you enjoyed most and which you didn't (if any)! :D