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supergito · 1 year ago

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Fusion Revived - CH 8 (Returning to Normal)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She sat outside in the same spot they were both in four days ago. There was no idyllic ambience this time, no feeling of peace.

She curled in on herself, with her legs hugged by her arms and her head resting against her bent knees. Miserable couldn’t accurately describe the storm that raged on since she spat fire at the women who ruined her happiness for the sake of their own. Worse than that, they stripped away Vegito’s sense of self, reducing him to a state of oblivion for those who made him to be freed.

She hated it, but she understood why they did it.

It was plain to see back at Capsule Corp, and even disregarding that, anyone with even the smallest degree of common sense would know that they rightfully wanted their husbands to come home. The fathers to their children.

They had families, something she couldn’t completely relate to as she’s never had her own. When Chi Chi claimed that she didn’t know what she was talking about, it held water.

But Vegito…did he ever belong to either of THEIR families? Considering what happened, no. He was stuck in a place where he was indelibly connected to both, but he could never and would never be what Goku and Vegeta were. He had the job of being there for his not-wives and sons, but it was one he was destined to grapple with, and ultimately fail at. That didn’t stop him from trying regardless.

Yet, it wasn’t good enough. Forget what she felt, Vegito was the victim here. Thinking of him as such may come off as she viewing him as some poor, defenseless man, when he was light years away from being such. He was able to take down the very manifestation of evil that had haunted the universe for eons with hardly any trouble. If he could do that, then what couldn’t he do? What couldn’t he reach?

That, was where he became a victim. The possibilities of having those questions explored was cruelly ripped away from him.

There wasn’t even a place she could send her prayers to for his spirit to rest. He didn’t exist anymore, but she still wanted to help him somehow. She wanted to bring him back, in a way where Goku and Vegeta didn’t have to disappear themselves. But was that even remotely feasible…?

She didn’t bother keeping track of the time, too stuck in her musings. She did notice when the air changed however, and someone’s presence was close.

She looked up.

Goku was before her, lowering his hand. He didn’t speak right away, choosing to jab his index fingers together as he self-consciously avoided making eye contact.

“…Hi…it’s me. Goku.”

She mustered a half-hearted laugh.

“I know who you are. Hi.”

He drew back, probably anticipating for she to lash out at him or the like. Seeing as she didn’t, he moved forward with no reluctance and crashed down to sit cross-legged. It’s a position she’s seen Vegito do a dozen times.

“Sorry for…bothering you.” The Saiyan maintained a gentle disposition, both in look and sound. It brought her back to the sparse times when Vegito showed her his soft side, before Vegeta’s influence came in and brought the cautiousness back.

So many comparisons she could make, but in the end, what did it matter?

“I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“…That’s kind of you.” Her head tilted back, to rest against the tree.

“But as you can see, I’m doing terrible. I miss him.”

Straight to the point, she hid nothing and left nothing vague. Talking candidly to Goku came as easy as breathing, in an indescribable but welcomed way.

“I know…this is going to sound weird but…” He rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ve been missing you too, in a way.”

“…Careful there. You ARE married, sir.”

“Heheh!” Goku laughed at her comment, flashing a broad grin. His cheeks were a peachy shade.

“I know! Chi Chi would kill me if she knew that I came here to see you, but I just had to.”

She listened keenly. She felt warm again.

“I have Vegito’s memories, and can remember the emotions he felt in them. Same should go for Vegeta. We both know how much Vegito cared about you, and on my end anyway, those feelings persist in me. It does feel wrong, but…it feels right too.”

Becoming the teeniest-bit uncomfortable at where this was going, she fidgeted but didn’t interrupt. She did latch onto what he said about the fusion having cared for her, apparently by a large margin, if his phrasing meant such. A sense of longing overtook her…

“I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I do still want to be your friend. It doesn’t matter how Chi Chi would feel about it, or what she would say. I just can't abandon you, not after how you and Vegito bonded... I can't say with certainty that Vegeta feels the same way, but there is a chance. He's even worse with this mushy stuff than I am, so who knows?” He chuckled.

That was sweet. She appreciated that Goku at least wouldn’t cut all ties with her. He and Vegeta weren’t Vegito, but fragments of him in a sense. The only remnants. She would treasure that.

“Hey…Goku? Vegito told me that the fusion was permanent, but obviously it wasn’t. Did the Kais, or whatever they’re called, lie to you?”

“I don’t think so. Elder Kai was pretty convinced once two people fused using potara, that there wasn’t any way for it to be undone. He knew about the dragon balls, but I guess he didn’t consider if they could actually do it.” Goku gazed upwards, and hummed.

“Or, maybe he was aware, but thought that we would be fine existing as a fusion forever. Vegito was the perfect person to guard Earth after all. The best of Vegeta and me put together…”

He frowned. She inquired about his sudden mood drop.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I really don’t like how Chi Chi and Bulma treated Vegito.” He sat up straight. “It was unfair.”

“Tell me about it…” She grumbled.

“Defeating Buu was our number one priority back then. No matter what it took, he needed to be stopped. I told Vegeta there was no going back after we fused, and he still put on the potara anyway. We knew what we were doing, and we thought it would be for the best.”

It was, and it wasn’t. It saved Earth, but it brought pain right into their families.

“Both of our minds came together to form the base of Vegito’s, but he was his own deal. I think of him as a branch off of myself, but also…as a brother too. And kind of a son, in a really weird way.”

“Fusion in general is really weird.” She echoed, relating to his puzzlement.

“I feel bad. Like I failed him somehow, even though there wasn’t anything I could do.”

Goku admitted, and his face lost all of its prior cheerfulness. She related oh so painfully with him there. She was even THERE when Shenron was summoned, but she was too late to stop them from making the wish. She would’ve dealt with two furious, bloodthirsty widows, but she would’ve saved Vegito.

… … …

…Actually…wait a minute-

“Goku!” Her passionate and unexpected outburst made him jump. She stared at him intensely, hands balled into fists.

“Do you think that we can use the dragon balls to bring Vegito back?”

“…Bring him back? _____, he’s technically not dead, so there’s nothing to bring-”

“That’s not what I mean.” She interjected.

“Can the dragons balls bring him back as his own being, separate from you and Vegeta?”

This made the Saiyan freeze stiff, and wheels turn in his brain. He goggled at her as minutes passed. Anticipation and the smallest flame of hope made her shiver, but she waited as patiently as she could for him to answer.

“I…” Goku’s eyes darted in multiple directions, before settling on her own. “I don’t know. I don’t know how Shenron would make that happen, if he’s even capable of it at all.”

“But, is there a chance?”

“Yes, I have to say so. We won’t know unless we try.”

The wish-granting dragon of Earth could do so much, from wiping memories of a specific event from everyone’s minds around the globe to resurrecting multiple people from the dead at once, but was manipulating reality to this grand of a scale included? But Goku was right, they wouldn’t learn unless they went for it.

She was determined to. This was their only method of returning Vegito to this world, that didn’t involve fusion, and she would take it.

“We have to wait though, since the dragon balls are dormant right now. But Chi Chi and Bulma only used one of the wishes, so we have to wait four months instead of the usual one year.”

Four months? That was too long.

“What about the…namekian dragon balls? Can’t we use those?”

“I already did. I went to Namek yesterday, and used them to revive Vegeta since he was still dead.” Goku sighed.

“They’re dormant now too. We have to wait, and that’s that.”

That was highly annoying, but she guessed it couldn’t be helped. She had to wait four months to see if this ludicrous wish could even come true… Her fingernails dug into her legs out of vexation. At least it was only four months. If she had to wait a year, this agitation would’ve drove her up a hundred walls.

“Alright. Four months, then. I need to see if Bulma will let us have the dragon radar. I’ll ask her.”

“Really? Are you sure? Maybe it’ll be better if I ask.”

“No, I need to be the one. And not because this was my idea.” She breathed out, mulling over how to phrase this.

“Vegito…I have a hunch that she and Chi Chi felt pressured to make that wish because of me. Because of how close he was to me. I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them. If I was in their shoes…I would’ve been scared too.”

That was the truth. She didn’t believe she would’ve acted differently from them.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think they felt threatened by ME specifically. More like the fact that…Vegito getting with someone else meant that their relationships with him would be truly over. They couldn’t let that happen.”

She felt weird saying ‘getting with someone else’, because she couldn’t determine if that’s what Vegito intended to do. She didn’t know if he had actual…feelings for her. Feelings like that.

She has realized that she herself is genuinely attracted to him. It’s obvious to her now. It’s stared her in the face, and it took she losing him for it to set in. What she wouldn’t give to hear his wondrous voice again, to see his alluring form, his smirk that got under her skin in such an intoxicating way, and his smile that was absurdly endearing…

Vegito at least liked her in a friendly manner, but anything more was impossible to establish. There was no way for her to know.

Not until he was revived.

“It’s kind of my fault that this happened to him. I need to make things right.”

Black eyes looked into her own, as their owner studied her carefully. With…respect? That was embarrassing, but also, it made her feel proud of herself.

“I understand.” Goku’s toothy grin gave her a confidence boost. “I think Bulma will give you the radar, she doesn’t lose anything by doing it. And when the time comes, I’ll go around the world to get them!”

He jumped up to his feet, fists raised and face shining.

“I have a good feeling about this _____! It’ll work out. I have faith.”

If he has faith, then she should too.

“I gotta get going now. I told Chi Chi I was going out for just a few minutes. See you later!”

She waved just as Goku’s body fizzled away into the air. Her mood was significantly better than it was before he visited, and she’s thankful he did. Their conversation was exactly what she needed, to lose this hopelessness and gain motivation.

She won’t go to Capsule Corp right away, as tensions were likely still high. She’d wait a week at the minimum, and perhaps longer, once she manages to figure out how to tell Bulma her plan.

Additionally, to apologize to her for calling her selfish. It felt good in the moment, but it may have been out of line.

༻ ❁ ༺

The smell of something delectable touched his nose with a tantalizing waft as soon as he appeared in his home, and Goku marched straight to the kitchen.

“Chi Chi! I’m home!”

When he entered the room, his wife was standing before their stove covered to the brim with pots and pans, while an assortment of veggies were lined next to her on the counter. His stomach was already growling up a storm, and he would’ve approached her to see just what she was cooking, but he was thrown off by Chi Chi herself.

Son Goku was very perceptive to ki. He was committed to understanding it back in his youth, when he was mentored by Kami and Mr. Popo, and he became somewhat of a master of reading ki when Gohan was born. Being able to gauge someone’s mood, and even their level of health, by how their ki radiated was a skill Goku found very useful, as he wasn’t great at reading the intricacies of body language or more unnoticeable signs.

It didn’t take long for him to piece together that Chi Chi was upset.

Her mood took a sharp fall the moment he announced his presence. She has yet to speak a word to him on top of that. He was clueless on the cause of it though.

“Chi? What’s wrong?”

“…Goku...”

She spoke softly, sadly, yet did not turn to face him. This worried him. He stepped towards her.

“What is it?”

When he drew close enough, he saw that her hands at her sides were shaking. Hearing him move to her, she turned around this time. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she appeared desperate.

“Do you still love me, Goku?”

Confused, his head slanted.

“Of course I love you. Why are you asking?”

His blunt, innocent response had the opposite effect one may have expected. The woman’s tears fell, and her eyes went to the floor.

“I…Goku…it’s been so long since you’ve been home. You were gone for seven years. Then, when you came from Other World to be in the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament, I was so happy. Even if it was just for a day, our family could be together again. But…”

Her voice gained more strength, but it was still dripping with emotion. She looked him in the eyes.

“Those Babidi and Buu monsters ruined everything. You fused with Vegeta, and I lost you again. Forever, I thought. Vegito looked close to you, but he wasn’t you. He was never you. And now…I have you back, finally. But it doesn’t FEEL like you’re back, Goku!”

Where was this going? He didn’t like it. Chi Chi looked to be at her wit’s end. It’s fortunate that Goten and Gohan were out; he could feel their ki out in the wilderness surrounding their house, likely gathering ingredients for their mother.

He didn’t want them to overhear this.

“What do you mean by that, Chi Chi?”

“…You feel distant, far away. Like you aren’t here at all, but you are! You’re here now, but I can’t help wondering if you still love me. After everything that’s happened…”

He had a brief flashback, of what _____ told him earlier.

‘I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them.’

Chi Chi’s question then made sense. The martial artist breathed in and out. Here goes with this mushy stuff again, he was never all that great with it, but for his wife…this type of mushiness was special. Deserved.

“Chi, if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be standing right here. Right now.” He stared down at her, speaking gently but with a level of conviction that had her knees go weak.

“I wouldn’t have had our sons with you. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you…once I found out what marriage actually was.”

The woman suppressed a giggle. Goku reached out to take one of her hands in his own, virtually eclipsing it. Chi Chi immediately squeezed his palm, always loving how the callousness of his hands felt against her smooth skin.

“I know I’ve been gone for a really long time. I want to make up for all if it. Every day, every minute. I’m here to stay, Chi Chi.”

He has no plans of leaving again. The only reason he thought it would be best to stay dead after Cell killed him, was because it would help keep his family and friends safe. He’s been a magnet for trouble, and he was tired of letting it hit so close to home. Ironically, they did have peace on the planet for years, and as soon as he was back for one day…

His decision ended up being justified. But part of him still regrets it. He had no idea Chi Chi was pregnant with Goten at the time, and he missed seven years of the boy’s life so far. Chi Chi had to raise him all on her own, with Gohan lending whatever support he could as her firstborn. He had so much to make up for.

“Oh, Goku…!”

She jumped at him, and they met in a warm embrace. He held her tightly, and deeply inhaled, taking in her scent. It always had a soothing effect on him.

From afar, lingering in the kitchen’s entrance from outside, their sons watched quietly with wide smiles.

“…You haven’t forgotten what you promised me, right?”

“Hm? What was that?”

“You getting a job. I expect you to keep to your word, mister!” She wiped her dried tears away and poked him in the chest, glaring in a lighthearted way but he knew all too well that she was serious. Goku chuckled, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek, much to her pleasure.

“Don’t worry Chi. You know that I never break promises.”

#story: fusion revived #selfshipping #x fem reader #canon x reader #canon x oc #fanfics #dragon ball fanfiction #fanfiction

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kxkarot · 1 month ago

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The bruised and battered saiyan snarls, pupils dilating at the other rushing towards him, fangs bared in full as blood drips from his mouth. It stains over the exact fangs that had dug into the prince's arm previously. His power swells as the feral scream rips from his throat as the prince makes contact. Lurching forward as blood splatters across the ground from him coughing as the powerful strike slams into his abdomen, in the next second his tattered gi is grabbed onto. It rips in the prince's grasp but gives enough of its use for the Prince to headbutt him. He staggers, mind swimming as the enemies words assault his mind. Something stirs in the other, eyes unfocused as he stares at the other. His gaze growing more dilated, unfocused on the prince as the form ripples, black sparks of ki ripping through the air, emanating from his body as the power runs wild...Even still he stares at the other, gaze near soulless as if searching for something.

The air dances with the turmoil in his soul, two halves fighting for control. The one that grew, the one that rose from everything. Then the side buried within, something Vegeta had connections to all this time. The saiyan instincts that burned so bright that he had been long disconnected from, coming back to the light and overwhelming in blood lust. Even still..his mind wanders. The battle becomes the last thing the man's focused on, even though the enemy could potentially kill him. Eyes slowly close as the air stills. The turbulent energy still rages yet there seems to be a forced calm instilled upon the area.

Fangs grit against one another, claws digging into the palms of his hands, blood dripping from ripped flesh and dribbling amongst the rubble and ruined wasteland around them. It's like wandering in a world where everything is dark, it feels so empty and cold wandering in the domain. Something keeps pulling him deeper and deeper, the raging energy spiking again and growing stronger and stronger the deeper he goes, the deeper he lets it drag him. His bones ache with a deep set pain he hasn't felt in a while, the last time he'd felt like this was...then. The day he had failed as a father, when his son had to face the monstrosity he himself couldn't defeat, how quickly his potential rose and yet even still he failed everyone, even in death he still failed, he thought staying away... He is not hero of justice. Far from it. He could never be the hero people tried to call him, his own stubborn nature and the eagerness to continue for the thrill of battle had nearly damned the world more times than he can count. Even now he worries that the sins haven't finished catching up with him. He's ready to let them drown him, he doesn't know why but the urge to rest is suddenly addictive and after fighting for so long wouldn't it be best to finally sit down and rest? -rot! The world trembles, cracks spreading through the abyss that surrounds him, segments of light peeking through, cerulean in coloration but they illuminate the tar that's sticking to his frame, the substance nearly consuming him. Panic flares through his mind, its smothering him, choking him. Whatever it was- it wasn't what he wanted. It's promise of rest was false, the sense of comfort was lies. Like the same thing he fought against all the time. Darkness. The searing hot aura bolsters, his ki burns at it and he tries to fly up. Bubbles of oxygen ripping from his lips at his surprise as instead of flying he sinks. Deeper and deeper as the darkness digs its claws into hi, whispering tantalizes wishes and promises to him with a voice he doesn't recognize. -arot! Again. The cracks widen up above, the light grows brighter and brighter. He swears there's something there, reaching for him, he recalls a time he'd reached out to someone this way too. Hadn't he? No not just them. Multiple others. Many others. Yet why is this one trying so hard to save him? Why was he so special compared to everyone else? No. No that's not it. He realizes it as he notes something burning in his eyes. The edges of tears. His hand thrusts from the darkness, damn near choking on it as it digs further into his throat, attempting to suffocate his voice. -elp. The sputtered words, gagging as he can feel the cold emptiness worming back into his heart. His ki flaring again, its corrupting-

Eyes snap open, a yell erupts from their owner, throwing himself forward at the other. Even if a punch or blast is aimed, he surges through it with a snarl, claws digging into the armor the other wore and slamming him down into the dirt. He hovers above the other, his other raised in a pulled back fist, mouth open in a yell that doesn't come, as if struggling against his own body. Golden eyes flickering with intense blue behind them. Face twisted in rage yet desperation lingers in the depths of his eyes.

"Looks like that one hurt, what a shame. You done with the warm up?"

Quickly dropping from the air to have the ground beneath him, a much more stable setting and something he wanted to keep close. Easy to use the terrain to his advantage and to barely avoid getting blinded by the outburst of that insane ki, near scalding as the waves caused by its pressure send dust and debris scattering. Wild mane of black hair blown out of his face for a moment before returning to its stubborn unruly placement.

Quick to start dodging what ki blasts he could and others resorting to either blasting them away or blocking them with his arms, which left a nasty sting but nothing he couldn't handle and shrug off. Not when the prince was charging up his most lethal attack, or was that another one? What was it called? The name on the tip of his tongue. Final Flash? Why am I struggling to recall things I should know? What am I doing?

Even still he slowly moves, hands cupped together a bit as his stance widens, the bright red ki skyrocketing around him, small rocks lifting from its sheer aura before it begins to turn from scarlet to an intense golden coloration, deeper than Super Saiyan's. "Kame...hame..." The dreaded words of a signature attack building, except the ki blasts coloration is different, sparks of electricity dancing across the area, the coloration almost blood like. Fangs gritting against one another as his ki bolsters further and further, eyes dilating as he roars with the output of energy being released in a violent explosive beam of it.

"HA!" The scarlet beam of energy smashes into the others, clashing with it as both go back and forth, neither wanting to give yet this one continues to grow and grow and grow. Familiar. This is familiar. This is way too familiar. The brief hesitation costs him, giving up the attack as the galick gun rips through the terrain, a howl of pain heard from the impact and the dust cloud it creates. Eventually the Saiyan stumbles out of the cloud, clutching the side of his face which is burnt, along his shoulder and neck faintly bleeding. Clearly having been nicked and having used some type of ki to provide a small barrier.

Rugged heaving breaths escaping before shaking his head, snarling as it looks up to the prince, eyes flickering between the intense good and normal onyx coloration. It doesn't go on the attack again, waiting...clearly it's too tiring to expend that much energy again. Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!

#not me taking seven years wrangling muse to write this #he's rebelling istg #regulus regent #muse ran a bit as i was rewatching dragon ball z and super in the background and i swear vegeta has some of the best speeches to this day #decided to do something similiar like in GT where we saw Goku's internal struggle

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risingsouls · 3 years ago

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Recruited: Chapter 37

We're in the thick of it now! I....definitely changed stuff to fit better, but I think that's just the norm at this point. I almost made this longer but this seemed like a natural end.

As always, Lila and Ninazu belong to @synthetixviola and @kiealer!

Nabooru

Initially, she found Vegeta's violent reaction to his future son's attempt to stop him from seeking out Gero and these other models he kept tucked away as a backup plan–a failed one, as it turned out his creations possessed far more free will than he could handle–overly callous and brutal. The teen proved by traveling back in time in the first place he cared for the well-being of the fighters in this time and hoped to prevent Vegeta from meeting the same fate as the one from his time. But with each insistence they wait on Goku before engaging the bionic menaces, Nabooru better understood the prince's thinning patience and the blow to his future son's stomach: it was grating. Obnoxious. And skirted right in line with the over reliance Goku's friends had on him to save the day. A realization that made sense; Trunks was obviously raised by a Bulma who, even with Goku dead in her time, still clung to some manner of hero worship she passed to her son.

The truth of the matter was Goku wasn't there and she doubted the androids would wait for him to show up before going on these rampages Trunks warned them about. They wouldn't wait to attack and kill them. If the teen's confusion when he arrived on the scene told them anything, it was that they had already altered their future for better or for worse. It was either fight for their lives or sit around and hope the androids would play nice and let them wait for someone they couldn't be sure could win anyway.

Nabooru did not sit and wait for anyone to save her. The outlook already seemed to have shifted in their favor. But they needed to be active in ensuring that victory.

She couldn't completely credit reason for her agreement with Vegeta's way of handling the situation. Like him, she wanted a good fight and a chance to test her limits. Like him, she wanted to prove that she was a force to be reckoned with. That she controlled her life, her fate, by her own strength and willpower. It was the first test of keeping her promise to herself.

After pretending none of them existed for several moments, the woman, designated number 18, agreed to fight Vegeta to "shut him up." Nabooru had to bite back a snort, though she couldn't fight the upward twitch of the corners of her lips. Lila's marked silence from beside her at the jab to the man she despised struck her for a brief second. Long enough to ensure she addressed it when she got the chance.

17, her twin, buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans while Vegeta boasted and slung machine-based insults at the woman and refused the insistence of aid from his son before their fight began, the beginning of which appeared evenly matched between the two. His pale eyes remained on the bout for a moment before slipping back to the group of sidelined fighters. It lingered a few beats longer on Trunks, whose face had paled, his fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw was so tight Nabooru swore his teeth were cracking in his mouth. A sight that coaxed the hint of a smirk onto the dark-haired youth's visage.

Remembering their previous blunder in not taking on Gero and destroying him when they had the chance, Nabooru rested her hands on her hips.

"Surely you're not content to just watch," she said, tone dripping with self-assurance. 17's gaze fell on her, a dark brow rising in tandem with the corner of his lips. "How about we speed this along and you fight me? I didn't plan on this taking all day."

17 chuckled and twisted around to face them fully. "There really isn't a lack of confidence in this group, is there?" He mirrored her pose. "Tell you what, Red. I like you, so when 18 is done with the uh…what did he call himself? The Super Saiyan? Whatever. When she's finished with your pal there, I'll gladly fight you. But for now…"

His gaze rested on Trunks again, then panned over the rest of the audience. "I'm going to make sure none of your friends here jump in to save the Super Saiyan when 18 decides to stop messing around. We all want a fair fight, right? So I'm going to make sure it stays that way."

Nabooru bit her tongue on her insistence that, outside of Trunks who was likely planning on assisting the second he saw an opening to, everyone besides herself despised Vegeta and would probably rather see him fall than help him. But she had no plans to jump into his fight, either. Outside of a general confidence in him and his ability to handle it, Vegeta was a proud warrior. She wouldn't like him muscling in on her battles, so she had no intention of interfering unless it actually did mean potentially saving his life.

Instead, she nodded. With everyone's attention back on the fight, she glanced to Lila. Her shoulders drooped slightly, and her brow was pinched. Her scarlet lips formed a tight line, and though her gaze was directed at the fight between Vegeta and 18, Nabooru wasn't convinced she perceived the action at all.

Upon seeing the combination of distress and defeat in her friend, she felt a familiar tightness in her chest. She had a feeling she knew what whirled through Lila's mind. It was something she experienced herself.

"Sorry you didn't get to kill Gero," the Gerudo muttered at last.

Snapped from her daze, Lila blinked and looked at Nabooru. Her lips moved around an answer–the easy one, perhaps, the "I'm fine" approach–before finally parting to give it: "It's…it is what it is. He's dead, and by one of his other creation's hands. Another like me, I'm betting. It's what he deserves." She sighed, fingers curling into her palms. "Even so…I can't help but feel…"

Lila trailed off with a soft puff of air. Nabooru's attention was only pulled for a second when the rest of their band of would-be fate-changers powered up and took off to continue spectating the fight. "Empty?" Nabooru supplied, then, softly. With the care and empathy her friend deserved.

Her responding chuckle was bitter. "That's about right. Is it how you felt when you didn't get to kill Frieza?"

"Yes." And how no doubt Vegeta felt, likely to a far deeper, more complicated and encompassing degree than her. But saying such would likely only annoy Lila further. "Still do. Sometimes."

Lila blew the stubborn strand of hair from her face, grin crooked. Crimson energy enveloped her. "Thanks for the honesty. I probably would have hit you at this point if you told me some lie about how it will get better."

"Did you really expect me to?" Her own orange ki enveloped her, and the pair of women took to the sky. Nabooru watched android–cyborg, if Lila was right–and Saiyan continue their bout in and out of traffic wending its way around the mountain. She was unsurprised by the explosions and wanton destruction, the lack of care to the humans commandeering the vehicles. Paired with Trunks's bleak description of his future, 18 didn't seem any more the type to suggest keeping their battle from endangering others than Vegeta.

They found the others gathered on a ledge overlooking the fight. 17 remained in front, keeping them herded like livestock waiting for slaughter. Nabooru focused her attention on Vegeta, the glee ebbing from his onyx eyes and grin as the limitations of waning energy began to take hold. Something the woman he faced did not seem to suffer from, for each recovery was as seamless as the last, and her attacks and motions remained fluid, graceful, and deadly. A consideration she could tell niggled at his easily-stoked temper and impatience. As much fun as he was having in the challenging bout, he expected to win, too. He was, she hoped, wise enough to understand that maintaining this level of aggression and energy output for too much longer would cost too much against an opponent unaffected by such. In his mind, this fight should be over, and Nabooru hoped he intended to make good on that sooner rather than later.

Once more Vegeta gained an upper hand, slamming her into a mountainside below. This time, however, he did not allow her to recover. A ball of blue energy formed in his hand, the same technique she recognized as the one that ensured his victory against 19. He fired it into the crevice 18's body made. She raised her arms in front of her face as she heard Krillin shout for them to get down, Lila following her lead. She saw Piccolo shield Ninazu from the corner of her eye as the blast exploded on impact in a blast of scorching heat and debris. When the smoke cleared and she lowered her arms, Nabooru found several mountains surrounding them reduced to half their majestic height and flattened like plateaus. Though her heart sank to the pit of her stomach and her gold eyes widened as the silhouette of a woman stood undeterred in the clearing dust. Save for a few scuffs of her cheeks and hands, tattered clothing, and disheveled blonde locks, 18 appeared untouched. Her own excitement replaced with cool annoyance as she stared up at the Saiyan.

"You damaged my clothes," she called up to him, tearing the scraps of her vest from her shoulders. "The good doctor didn't think to pack me a spare set, you know."

Vegeta's chest rose with indignance. With his temper. "Shut up!"

His ki surged and he fired a rapid-fire volley of blasts at the woman. While he was occupied and blinded by rage, 18 danced out of harm's way and appeared behind Vegeta. Before he could retaliate, she slammed her fist into his spine and sent him flying. She cut off his flight with a punishing sledgehammer, sending the Saiyan hurtling into the debris below. She followed him down and pulled her stunned plaything from the rubble first by his arm and then with a hand on his chin. Her free palm slammed into his face and sent him skipping across the destroyed pavement.

17's smirk grew at the display. "He's losing it. This will be over soon," he said, resting his hands on his hips. His eyes slipped to Trunks again, cat-like grin on his lips again. "Too bad. I was enjoying the show. Maybe if he fought me, he'd have a little more time to live. I like to play around with my toys more than 18."

In looking to the distressed hybrid, he missed the darkening of Nabooru's visage, the calculating taking place behind her molten eyes.Yes, keep goading him, she thought. Vegeta ripped from the ground and surged toward 18 to engage her again, his anger deteriorating his skill to desperate swings and hoping one struck with enough force to destabilize her again. His opponent remained unfazed, dodging each blow with graceful ease. She just needed an opening. One she hoped would show itself before 18 could kill the prince.

Tiring of the game, 18 took control by catching Vegeta's fist. Smirk on her lips, she shifted to his side. In a flash, she swung her leg straight into his arm. The sickening snap of the bone rang out like of an ice-laden bough breaking in the midst of winter, echoing all the way up to the spectators. Vegeta caught himself for the barest second, then dropped to his knees and wailed from the sheer pain, holding the useless limb in his good hand. Nabooru and to swallow her own rage and distress at the sight, the gruesome angle it hung limply at.

Come on, Trunks. Make a move. She could see the terror in his face, but for the moment it immobilized him. She needed one more push. 17 to say something stupid. 18 to prepare an attack to finish the job. Anything to set the hybrid off and distract their jailer.

Finally, the latter. Like a match finally struck, 18's steps toward the prince ignited the fire in Trunks to try and save his father. His anguished scream drowned out 18's taunts to the kneeling prince and gold energy burst outward from Trunks. He surged from the cliff, sword brandished and eyes pinned on the blonde woman. 17's gaze fell on him. She only needed the subtle twitch of his fingers to understand his motive, that he would stay committed to his promise to keep them from rescuing Vegeta.

She didn't bother ensuring 17 stopped Trunks, her time too precious and the window of opportunity too small to squander. She bounded from the cliff and shot straight for 18. She vaguely heard Trunks grunt and the snap of metal; 17 reached him and was distracted. The element of surprise worked in her favor; when she reached the pair, Nabooru caught 18 in a punishing kick of her own and sent her flying away from the injured Saiyan.

If Vegeta had any protests over it, she missed them in favor of chasing down her opponent, orange blades of ki curving from her enclosed fists with a deadly shine. 18 righted herself and just pulled back from the first swing, sharpened energy catching the ends of a strand of her blonde hair. Easing into this mode of battle with blades in hand–one that came to Nabooru as easily as breathing and one the Gerudo hoped 18 might not know how to combat immediately–she maintained pressure with speed and skill alike, keeping 18 on the defensive for the moment. Though she danced out of the way of each slash, her icy eyes were a fraction wider and each dodge held a hint of uncertainty, either in wondering if blocking them would cause her to lose a limb or, as Nabooru initially suspected, she did not know how to combat a warrior armed with dual blades. Let alone one that, for the moment, could keep up with her.

Her blade caught the fabric of her shirt, singed a fingertip. No matter how she continued to press, she couldn’t make much more headway. Limitless energy aside, Nabooru wasn’t entirely certain she could overpower her, especially if the cyborg ran her dry. It was the same trap Vegeta fell into and would serve as her undoing if she didn’t switch up her tactics.

She swung her left blade downward as if to cleave her opponent in two, forcing 18 to dip left to avoid in and, hopefully, her right blade. Ki dissipated in a shower of sparks in her left and, taking advantage of 18’s attention on her right hand and the sword in it, drove her left fist upward. It collided with the other woman's jaw. Nabooru followed up immediately with a high kick to send her skyward. 18 rebounded quickly enough to meet her flurry of attacks, unfortunately, meaning she lost her advantage.

“You’re not bad,” she purred, throwing a punch meant to shatter her nose and only missing by a loose strand of Nabooru's crimson hair. Nabooru switched her tactic up again, the motion of her right arm shifting from punches to a sweeping arc, glowing orange blade surging from her clenched fist at the last second. However, 18 was ready for the switch this time. She caught her wrists, the right followed immediately by the left in her hands, firmly enough to prevent escape.

"Nice try. But I'm not looking to be dismembered today." Her grip tightened, bones crunching beneath her iron grip. Nabooru clenched her jaw, unable to release herself from the entrapment. She ignored the pain of likely further breaking bones to use her height to her advantage and slam her foot into the cyborg's jaw and free herself. 18 bent backward out of her reach with ease, her grip remaining solid as ever. “I'd love to keep playing with you, but I want to finish off that cocky prince first.”

18 whipped Nabooru behind her head and launched her. With a cry, she whizzed passed blurry silhouettes of the others trying to take on 17 before crashing to the ground. Her body tumbled over itself and skidded along the dirt before finally halting against a remnant of one of the cliffs that survived the carnage. Dust and rocks fell on top of her from above.

She cursed under her breath. Her wrists throbbed and pain already settled in other portions of her body from the too short bout. She grit her teeth and stood, head pounding and drowning out the sounds of battle from the others. She blinked and regained her balance. Though, just as her eyes and brain turned to the same page, she spotted a pair of bodies being flung straight at her. Air left her lungs, and her feet were once more ripped from beneath her. Her spine slammed into the ground, the weight of Trunks and Vegeta pinning her.

"Get off," she growled, biting back a pained hiss when she tried to shove them away with two bad wrists. She didn't dare look at the damage done to them. She wriggled out from beneath father and son and rose to her feet alongside them just in time to see 18 slam her knee into Vegeta's back, forcing him face first back into the dirt, foot digging into his spine. Trunks lumbered forward only to be met with a blast to the face from the blonde to once more send him flying. When he crashed to the ground again, the golden aura faded from his frame. He didn't move.

Nabooru began a lunge to intervene herself, only for a sharp knee to catch her in the side. She cried out pain as she was forced from her feet and onto her side. She dug her elbow beneath her frame but, before she could begin to push herself back up, the sole of a shoe pinned her face flat into the ground. She sputtered as she unintentionally inhaled dirt, a mix of earthiness and iron filling her mouth, coating her lips.

"I thought you and me had an understanding, Red," 17 pouted. He put more pressure on his foot. Nabooru cried out, sure her head was going to explode. "I had such high hopes for you."

More pressure and her fingers dug into the dirt, scrabbled to find his ankle to trip him or break it or anything else to relieve the pain and save her life. She wheezed and coughed, trying to maintain her breathing. Just when she thought her skull would shatter, that she would suffocate on dirt, blood, and spit, the force on her head eased. She pushed up on her elbow and spat the grime from her mouth, chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"Let's let them live this time, 18," she heard 17 say. "I bet we can squeeze more fun out of them later."

A body thudded to the ground. "Whatever."

Turning over, she watched through bleary gaze as the twins hopped back onto the ledge before her neck gave out. Where Krillin, Ninazu, and Lila remained. The last surprised Nabooru at first, but she probably saw the beating they all took and decided against jumping in herself. Nabooru's arms quaked their last beneath her weight as Lila turned to the pair as they rejoined their third cohort. 16, she thought she heard Gero shout. Why hadn't he fought with them?

Before long, she could hear the others stirring, their ki signatures returning to normal one by one. Footsteps approached her position and she heard a snort above her. "Well, was that all the fun you hoped it was? For the sake of the mess they made of your face, I hope it was."

"Shut up, Lila." Nabooru opened one eye to glare up at her, grimacing when she found the strength to sit up again. "And it was pretty fun until I started getting my backside handed to me."

Her eyes fell on Krillin and Ninazu standing several feet off. The former appeared tentative about approaching them. The latter said a few reassuring words, tugged on his gi, and finally coerced him to meander over to them. Another who had little experience with her outside of Namek and the crater she nearly turned West City, if not the planet, into. She couldn't blame him for preferring to avoid her.

He cleared his throat when he approached, Ninazu bustling off to help Trunks. "I uh…here." He extended his open hand to her. In it, she found three green beans resting in his palm. "They're Senzu Beans. It will heal you up."

Nabooru met his gaze for a moment before taking in the damage done to the others. Tien and Piccolo had either downed their beans or were healed by Ninazu and were on their feet. Vegeta still lay motionless, both arms obviously busted among other notable injuries.

"Keep them. If you didn't plan to, give mine to Vegeta," she responded at last. When he blinked in confusion, she added, "Ninazu can heal me. It's why we brought her into this mess, isn't it?"

Krillin glanced over to Ninazu who was shyly accepting Trunks's gratitude, tangerine dusting her cheeks. "You think she can handle that much? She helped Yamcha earlier and you saw how bad that was along with Trunks now…Don't want her overdoing it in her first world threatening crisis, you know?"

"We should take advantage of her power while it's available," Nabooru countered, the seemingly ancient and forgotten air of a general returning despite her bloody visage and broken bones. Callous and calculating with little apparent regard for Ninazu, another soldier. A concern reflected in Krillin's minute recoil. Despite these Earthlings not being her troops to command. Their general had succumbed to battle with a heart disease. Piccolo, Goku's obvious second in command, would rather ignore her existence entirely than consider an alliance for more than the potential strength she could offer, and even that was questionable. But with his distraction in reassessing their position in the face of their loss, someone had to make these decisions. If not for the group then at the very least what she felt was best for her.

"Her healing ability is tied to her ki, so you're right; there is a chance she'll wear down. We don't know what's going to happen next, so we should keep as many of those beans as we can, and using Ninazu is the best way to do it."

Krillin mulled over her words then closed his fingers over the beans. "Alright, if you say so... Ninazu?" The girl turned to them and, when waved over, jogged to Nabooru's side. "Are you good to heal her?"

Ninazu nodded and knelt next to Nabooru. She could still see hints of uncertainty and fear in her eyes, in the way her smile didn't reach them and an easy to miss tremor in her lip, but pride in her work, her usefulness to the team and, perhaps Trunks's gentle nature, instilled her with more confidence than she likely felt after watching the most powerful people she knew get thrashed. Nabooru didn't miss the smug glance at Krillin's hand closed over the beans, the slight puff of her chest. She saw as little use for Senzu Beans as Nabooru when she was around.

"I can do it."

He nodded and sighed, one of equal parts relief and dread as his gaze slipped to Vegeta. Hisneyes had opened, but they remained unfocused on the ground beneath him. "I guess I'll take these to him. What are the odds he won't kill me as soon as he's conscious again?"

Krillin didn't wait for her answer, and Nabooru didn't plan to give one. Instead, her attention was on the girl resting her hands on her forearm. "You alright?"

"Huh?" Her eyes lifted from her hands, the orange glow wavering as her focus shifted. "I'm fine. I didn't fight, so…"

She trailed off, plum brows knitting together as she returned her attention to healing Nabooru's wounds. Cuts closed and bruises disappeared. The bones in her arms mended themselves back together. All pain eased. "Don't feel bad, kid. No one blames you for not throwing yourself into the fight."

"Yeah, some of us think it was the smarter move," added Lila. She seemed to have a better time finding distraction in reassuring Ninazu and taunting Nabooru than wrestling with her nemesis's death and three more cyborgs like her being awakened. Or created at all. "In fact, I think jumping in like that was downright stupid. Especially since your abilities wouldn't do any of these bozos any good if you were injured, too."

Ninazu flushed, a small smile finding its way to her mouth. Nabooru, however, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to fight. I didn't care to win <i>that</i> much."

A half truth; she definitely wanted to beat 17 and 18 while preventing them from killing Vegeta. Two out of three wasn't the worst thing in the world, she supposed. Though, after three years of grueling training, the sound defeat stung. She couldn't deny it. A sentiment she was sure resonated among all present, that they all struggled to accept. And if they didn't find some miracle, 16, 17, and 18 would kill Goku and then return to finish them off. Just as Trunks predicted after all.

"There. You're all set."

"Thank you, Nina."

The Earthling-Ankian hybrid rose to her feet and offered a polite nod. She scurried off to Piccolo's side where the others gathered around. Vegeta stood off to the side, seething but healed. Nabooru could feel his shame and rage emanating from him in pulsing, terrible waves. He did not wait for the others to formulate a plan; moments into their conversation, he took off, a cloud of dust left in his wake. Trunks made to fly after him, but Piccolo stopped him.

"Now what?"

Nabooru's gaze was pulled from the dissipating trail of ki left in Vegeta's wake and back to Lila. She rose to her feet, dusting off her backside. She mopped her forearm over her face, clearing it of dirt and blood. From what she could hear, the others planned to move Goku for, apparently, the androids planned to hunt him down at his home in the mountains. A task she wouldn't be needed for. Tracking the androids wouldn't bear any fruit, even if she and Lila fought them together. For the moment, there was nothing they could do.

With a shrug of her shoulder, Nabooru's feet left the ground. Lila followed suit and the pair took off together. Moments later, she sensed Piccolo jet off in the opposite direction. "I don't know," she responded at last, watching the mountainous terrain flatten then transform to endless ocean. "What do you think we should do?"

Lila's eyes remained fixed straight ahead. "I tried talking to them. You know. Cyborg to cyborg. Tried to convince them they didn't need to uphold Gero's directives since he was dead. That they could be and do whatever they wanted now." Her frown deepened. "They obviously didn't go for it. Yet. It's hard to say if 17 and 18 were married to the idea, but that 16 said it was all he wanted."

"So do you plan to track them down again and try to reason with them more?"

"Nah. I don't think it will do any good." The two women slowed to a halt. Lila folded her arms. "I'm…conflicted. I'm not sure what to do. I know they can't help what he made them into, but I can't let them carry out his and the Red Ribbon Army's mission, either. I vowed to end it."

Nabooru reached out and took Lila's hand, squeezing it. "You have my support no matter what you decide, whether it's to keep fighting them or not for whatever reason. I know this…all of it…it's not easy for you. Or how you planned any of this going."

"No kidding. I was planning on torturing Gero. He got off easy with 17 just kicking his damn head off," she sneered. It swiftly shifted to a sigh. "Maybe I'll head home for now. Make sure they don't try to make a pit stop in East City and destroy it. I need a hot bath and three packs of smokes to clear my head."

"Sounds like a good idea. There's not much else for us to do. I'm sure I won't need to, but I'll let you know when the fighting starts again."

"What are you going to do?"

Gold eyes shifted toward the horizon, toward where she sensed Vegeta's energy settle. "I don't know. Maybe clean up and find Vegeta." She ignored Lila's scoff and sour expression, and interrupted any protests she might have offered. "You can't deny that he's valuable no matter how much you hate him. He's not going to be thinking clearly if he's angry, and we need solutions. Not recklessness."

"And you think you can calm him down?"

It was Nabooru's turn to snort. "Not at all. But maybe someone to talk to will keep his brooding thoughts geared toward a productive line of thinking rather than a stupid one."

"Right. I don't see why you bother. I know it's not all about strategy." The last part she tacked on when Nabooru's lips parted to suggest just that. "If the man wants to self-destruct and throw a fit because he got his ass kicked, I say let him. One last thing I'll have to deal with on my to do list."

Nabooru waved her off, orange aura surrounding her. "Old habits, I guess." She saluted the cyborg. "I'll see you soon. I'll grab my phone, so call if you need anything."

She saw Lila return the salute, then streaked off into the blue sky. She didn't care to hear any further lecturing or insults flung at the prince, deserved or not. They were all sore enough–physically and mentally–as it was.

#fic: recruited #:: nabooru ☀#// vegeta ♅#rip vegeta's arms man #as much as he deserved it #i cringe every time

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sith-qween · 2 years ago

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

The night from before was quick and dreamless. You slept easily through the night and woke up alone in your room. Memories from the night before were hazy at best, and all you could remember was being wasted enough to screw with the Ginyu Force, or well - members of it. Not only that but you were flirting with both them and Raditz. Your hands curled into fists in your hair and you felt like screaming into the air with frustration. Naturally you would do something as silly and foolish as that!

Growling softly to yourself you looked at the clock, perfect - everyone would be eating at this time. Glad Raditz had not been there to wake you, you grabbed your armour that had been set aside neatly and tugged in on in haste.

Careful not to slam open the door to your room you headed straight down the hall to the training room. You did not want to risk going to the Lunchroom and seeing anyone you knew. What you needed right here, right now, was a good old training session to work out the stress and tension that had been building up these last few days. From the painfully embarrassing beating, the anxiety of meeting Lord Frieza in person for the first time, the night with Vegeta, Almost sleeping with someone from the Ginyu Force, and the kiss from Nappa - you were starting to lose your mind.

Punching in the familiar code, the doors flew open and the smell of training equipment and sweat met your nose. It was a soothing and familiar smell that seemed to aid in relaxing your stress. Throwing the armour aside, leaving you in your under clothes you stretched out your body a bit, making sure to look after your body.

Taking your time to work your way up from simple punching bags, to moving to moving targets and fighting combat. You spent well over two hours there before anyone noticed your absence. Your muscles burned with each blast you fired from your hands. The sweat that rolled down from the temples of your forehead sent a small shiver down your spine as it crept under the collar of your shirt. Taking long and deep breaths you stood there for a moment, finally taking a chance to see the damage you had done to the training room.

"Looks like our sleeping beauty has woken... I wonder what could have her tail tied in such a knot?" A far to familiar voice taunted from behind you, right in the entrance. With your back to them you drew in a slow breath, feeling your knuckles start to clench into fists at your side.

"Well after the rumours this morning, I think it's clear to say.." A deeper voice added with a hearty chuckle.

"I think we need to restrict someone's drinking tabs," the youngest added.

And that was what made you snap. A low growl ripped from your throat as you turned and fired a stream of relentless blasts at the entrance. Each blast slipping from the palm of your hands caused the tension in your arms to ripple further, but you were livid with the lot of them. Finally letting your arm drop you panted, watching as a cloud of smoke parted from the door and it was empty.

With rage fueled hits, it was needless to say you weren't exactly on your A-game. Standing there you took a few breaths, narrowing your eyes as you tried to glance around the room, knowing that these men weren't ones for running from a fight. And then it hit you all at once.

Your vision began to blur as an indescribable pain shot through your entire body, causing a weak cry to slip past your lips as your body fell forward, a pair of strong arms catching you. Peeling a single [e/c] open you paid no mind to the man before you and cast a glare over your shoulder at the bald Saiyan who met it with a wicked grin. Gripping the forearms of the man behind you, you started to dig your claws into his arms,

"Get off me you apes.." you hissed trying to jerk away from their grasps. As you tried to move, you felt the hand move upwards towards the base, the grip tightening. This was different then when the man had grabbed your tail, no this was leaving you weak in a different way and you let out a breathy whimper, trying to move away from the hand.

"Now, now, Nappa; leave the doll alone. Surely without a trained tail that is too much for her.. we don't want to break her now do we." The prince's voice broke the haze in your mind. So that meant it was Raditz you were digging your nails into, not that it really mattered. Feeling Nappa slowly release your tail you quickly spun and landed a kick across his face and a punch on Raditz. Jumping away from the two as they held their faces in pain, you got into a defensive pose, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your face.

"Fuck all of you," you hissed out in anger, tail lashing behind you a few times before you wrapped it neatly around your waist as you had seen the others do many times before. They all watched with amused expressions as you glared,

"In due time," the prince grinned wickedly, making the blush on your face start to heat up even more, "as for right now, we have a mission to wipe out a planet on Freiza's order. You need to get cleaned up and ready to go, we leave soon." he explained, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you.

"You and Frieza can kiss my ass, I couldn't care less about the mission, not after the stunt you three just pulled." You hissed. Fists clenching at your side, blissfully unaware of the purple form that had just passed by the room. Shaking your head you sighed, "Never mind. Let's get this stupid mission done and over with.." you decided at last and jumped down to the ground, making your way towards the pod landing, knowing full well the other three were to be following closely behind you.

…

A grin wiped over your face, pearly white teeth with slightly sharpened canines,flashing as you fired a ki blast towards the last remaining house, watching as it caught on fire and rubble came flying from the destruction. You let out a content sigh as your eyes fell over the wastelands, the ruins that were left of the planet.

All of earlier worries had begun to wash away and vanish as you settled into doing the one thing you could do effortlessly. Glancing over at the three men who watched you take out half of the planet on your own, there was something in their eyes, something dark that caused a shiver to run along your spine. They were all watching you with such animalistic grins that it almost made you weak at the knees, but determined not to let them see this you rolled your eyes, brushing the bangs back from your face.

"Are you slack jawed idiots going to stand there drooling, or are we going to go back and report to Lord Frieza so that we can move on with our days..?" you sneered at them, pushing past them back towards your ship. However a pair of hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into their chest, causing you to glare up at them, "Let go of me Raditz!" you snapped.

"You're our little Princess. Do you have any idea how hot it is to watch you destroy a planet... watch everything fade away to nothing but pure instincts..?" he stated, his eyes taking in your face, looking for a way to devour you right then and there. You heard a soft grunt of agreement from the prince and a laugh from his guard,

"Watching our little Saiyan who is still learning to do what every Saiyan does before they walk, and watching the utter glee on your face as you cause all of this destruction." Nappa added, one of his hands resting on your shoulder, brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck, his normally loud voice, a softer tone.

The sudden closeness and attention was surprising to you, and having been caught off guard you were stunned for a few moments, letting your body react naturally to the others advances. Then your senses came back and you hissed at them, not wanting a repeat of earlier and you shot your elbow back into Nappa's stomach and Kneed Raditz, just enough to jump away from the duo once more. Eyes narrowed, you glared at Vegeta who had been watching with an amused grin.

"Careful doll, if you keep lashing out, they might just accept the challenge.." he warned, sending a shiver along your spine at the idea. Casting a quick glance over at the two, you knew if they got serious you wouldn't stand a chance against both of them. With a small gulp you looked back at the smirking prince who could practically read your thoughts, "Exactly, so learn to mind yourself."

Sneering you huffed and turned towards the ship, "can we please get home. I am more than finished with today, and I am tired of getting manhandled every chance you guys see." you said, with a small smile trailing the end of the sentence. You really were getting tired of having to constantly be careful of what you do and say, even around your own comrades.

Grabbing the end of your tail, Vegeta pulled you back, watching as you helplessly fell into his chest and he grabbed you, holding you against him. Glaring up you clenched your teeth together and before you could speak out against him he pressed his own lips to yours, openly kissing you in front of the other two. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden action, and when he pulled away you were left in a stunned silence.

"Take this as help with training your tail, if you can’t overcome Saiyan's who can manipulate your tail, you will have no worries with anyone else. Now, how about we head back to the Ship - I'm sure Lord Frieza is waiting on a report." he chuckled, stepping away from you and heading back into the ship with the others. You were sure if it was anger, embarrassment, or even actual attraction that painted your face. But you followed them in and sat off to the side, folding your arms over your chest and shutting your eyes - not wanting to have to face any of those three for as long as possible.

…

You could feel it, something about the ship wasn't right. The normally loud and cluttering atmosphere was quiet, and heads were low. Something had ticked off Freiza, and you all could feel it. Casting one another warning glances you all stood tall as the door opened slowly to Fireza's room. There stood five men, two you unfortunately, painfully, recognized and you refused to look in their direction, holding your head high and full of pride as you waited for Vegeta to make the report.

There was a dangerous and dark tension in the air, and it was starting to make your skin crawl with uneasiness.

"Lord Frieza, we have arrived back with our report on the mission. Planet 736 has been completely wiped out. Desolation as far as the eye can see, and no survivors." The Prince stated, holding his head high as he stared at the back of the cold emperor's head.

Silence.

You were starting to get anxious, the silence creating more and more tension in the room by the second. Casting a quick glance over at the other three you saw they all remained still and silent, waiting for something; anything.

Then he moved. His hover chair moved around in a slow motion as he turned to face Vegeta, "Very good, Vegeta. Now can you tell me this; have you properly trained your little monkeys? Ah, don't give me that look, you know what I mean." he stated, a venomously calm tone filled the air as he looked on at the Prince. Standing on alert you were confused yourself, what did he mean?

"Not as well as I should have, Lord Frieza. I do apologise for the inconvenience." he stated, and you could hear the, small amount of sorry in his voice as he addressed the other. Then those red eyes fell on you. His face was expressionless as he watched you, and you stared back, feeling as if you were starting to freeze on the spot under his cold gaze.

"[Y/N]" he said at last, "Step forward." it wasn't a request, it was a demand. Breaking the ice that had started to form in your bones, it was almost painful to step forward, to stand in front of your comrades under everyone's stare. You gulped slightly but held your ground, not wanting to show any weakness to the man.

"Do you know why I have called you forward?" he asked, giving you the slightest bit of chance to try and redeem yourself; but it was pointless. You honestly had no idea what it was you could have done to possibly get on the bad side of Frieza. Taking a small breath you responded,

"No my Lord, I do not." you stated, glad that your voice was holding true and strong, hiding the fear that was starting to quickly boil to the surface, and threatening to spill over. Then there it was once again; silence. Then his cold laugh broke the silence as he laughed, standing from his chair he looked past you at Vegeta,

"If you expect to keep a dead race around, you must teach them how not to get themselves killed." he said, a dark grin reaching his features. Before you had a chance to even think about what he meant, or to even process trying to figure it out, he struck you.

You felt your body fly to the side, hitting the steel ground with a harsh thump. Feeling the ground uncomfortably rub against your skin as you skid into the wall you grunted out softly, taken completely off guard by the cold prince. Opening your eyes for a mere moment you saw him standing over you, and never before had you felt such fear and terror take over your body. His arms folded behind his back as he spun on his back leg, his other connecting with your front and sending you flying into the air.

He was so fast, you hardly had a chance to keep up, let alone catch up as he was suddenly above you, slamming his fists into your chest and sending you flying into the ground below you. A pained cry escaped your lips as the impact broke the ground below, letting the metal tear open your skin in some places. Lifting your body on arms that stung worse than ever before you glared up at him, defiance shining in your eyes. You were getting really sick and tired of getting beaten and thrown around like some kind of rag doll. He saw the look in your eye, he had to have, because he threw his head back in laughter,

"Yes! Keep looking at me with those eyes, Monkey! Give me reason to beat you further, let me punish you for being insubordinate!" He practically barked at you. You could see it, your three companions as well as the Ginyu Force, the looks of fear - fear for you. Pushing off the ground you pulled back a fist and aimed it at his face, only to meet his tail. It seemed so flimsy and weak, but it was pure muscle, and it made you miss his kicks as it sent you flying into yet another wall.

Groaning, you wanted to get up, to keep fighting; but you could tell that you were out powered - he was so much stronger than Vegeta, let alone all three of them. Having him come over with a slow step that echoed in the room, you waited for him to finish you off, to kill you for whatever you had done to so badly piss him off. But instead he grabbed you by the cuff of your armour, lifting you above him and he watched your face, contemplating something before he tossed you to the ground in front of the others,

"Take your broken monkey, Vegeta. Make sure you treat its wounds carefully, don't want to lose another one of them, now do we. Make sure she has learned her lesson, because this is her first and only warning." he called over his shoulder, dismissing the group with a wave of his hand. Beckoning Ginyu over with a wave of his hand, the tall purple man came over and leaned down; nodding as the Prince whispered an order to him, as the young Saiyan prince moved to pick you up in his arms, leading the other two out without a single word.

Once more, you were being carried, you wanted to groan, to tell them to jerk off and leave you alone; but you couldn't move your body. He must have broken a large number of bones, and with the blood loss, you were so light headed and dizzy you found yourself curling into Vegeta's arms as he carried you, letting your tail curl around his bicep, making sure he wouldn't leave you alone in this state.

You had taken beatings before, but never lived this. Never before had you held more fear for one being in your entire life. Weakly opening your eyes you could see the other two behind you, their eyes were both pained and sad as they watched you, but they didn't speak. They did not tease you or lecture you for what you had done, for once they were silent. You were thankful, so thankful for the silence you were graced with as your eyelids slowly closed, accepting and basking in the Prince's warm hold on you.

AN: Hey! Here's another chapter for ya! Gotta get some of that soft fluff added in there from the bois

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gohan111111 · 4 years ago

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Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

NSFW ABC Headcannons

Gif:@msdbzbabe

A = Aftercare(What they're like after sex)

Ok, Vegeta might be an asshole most of the time but he understands the importance of aftercare.

He knows he can do a number on you, especially if your human.

He’ll make sure you’ve cleaned up and all bandaged up(we all know it’s gonna get rough with this man).

B = Body part(Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Vegeta loves his muscels.

He’s a vain man, that’s all there is to it.

He loves your chest.

He often finds himself staring at your chest, admiring how broad/big your chest is.

C = Cum(Anything to do with cum basically)

This man has a breeding kink, so he loves to cum inside you.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy seeing his/yours on your chest and stomach.

D = Dirty(Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would rather die than anyone finds this out…

He enjoys wearing thigh-high socks.

They keep his legs warm, is his excuse.

E = Experience(How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Vegeta isn’t a virgin but he hasn’t had many partners.

He’s had just enough to know what he likes and to know what he’s doing.

F = Favorite Position(This goes without saying.)

This man loves to take you against the wall.

He’ll pin to out of nowhere and start grinding.

G = Goofy(Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc...)

Vegeta is a very serious guy, so of course, he’d be serious in the moment.

But he will let out a snide remark every once in a while.

H = Hair(How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc...)

Vegeta doesn’t see the point of shaving that.

He says you’re gonna enjoy it anyway.

The most this he does is trim it so it’s not a jungle down there.

I = Intimacy(How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Sex with Vegeta is filled with dirty talk and teasing.

He can be very romantic if he wants to be but in his own Vegeta way.

If he’s not in a pissed-off mood or the sex isn’t rough at the moment, he’ll rub your sides, thighs, and arms to show he cares.

J = Jack off(Masturbation headcanon)

It mostly happens after a rough training session and you’re not available.

When Goku and he were on Beerus’s planet training with Whis, Vegeta was very sexually frustrated.

He took care of himself every night.

K = Kink(One or more of their kinks)

Breeding- Saiyans are a very primal race, so it makes sense for him and most Saiyans to have a breeding kink/the urge to have kids.

Pregnancy- This goes along with the breeding kink of Saiyans. Saiyan love to see their mate with a child. It makes them have a sense of pride and arousal knowing they did that.

Bondage- He just loves when you’re defenseless against him.

Hair pulling- He likes pulling your hair, yes but he loves it when you entangle your fingers in his head of spikes and pull. He wants you to be rough.

King- He loves to be called King Vegeta. I feel like it spurs from the fact his rightful place as King of all Saiyans was ripped from him, as he’d phrase it.

L= Location(Favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to have sex is the gravity chamber.

When you bring him something to drink or a snack during or after a training session be prepared.

You’re gonna be pinned against that wall.

M = Motivation(What turns them on, gets them going)

Especially if you don’t train often, he really enjoys seeing you spare or train.

Seeing you in his armor/Orignal Saiyan armor also turns him on.

N = No(Something they won't do, turn off, etc...?)

He will not do anything with shit or piss.

He’s not going to judge if you do but he won’t have anything to do with that.

O = Oral(Preference is giving or receiving, skills, etc...)

As vain as this man is he’d rather do down on you than have you go down on him.

He enjoys being locked between your thighs.

He once told you if he suffocated and died going down on you that it’d be an honorable death.

P = Pace(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc..)

Vegeta is a very rough lover.

He loves the fast pace during his normally rough moments.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop at 1 round.

Once in a while after or before a rough fight to protect the Earth or the Universe, he’ll pull you in and just kiss you.

That eventually turns into slow and sensual, passionate sex.

After one of those sessions, you’ll sleep in late and wake up to an empty bed, worrying about his stubborn, prideful ass.

Q = Quickie(Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc?)

Vegeta loves all sex equally.

But he loves quickies like this man will pull you into the gravity chamber, pushing you against the wall and take you right there.

R = Risk(Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc...)

Vegeta is very willing to experiment.

He has nothing against slapping you around if you like it.

But if you don’t like something he’s not gonna force it on you.

S = Stamina(How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

All I’m gonna say is this man is a Sayian.

*whispers* Infinite rounds

T = Toys(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Vegeta doesn’t see the point of toys.

On Planet Vegeta, Saiyans usually found their mate quickly before or after their first heat.

Yes, I am one of those people who stand with the heat headcanon.

He thinks he can do way better than any piece of plastic could ever do.

If he catches you using one, prepare for the longest night of your life.

U = Unfair(How much they like to tease)

This man is a fucking tease.

I mean this is Vegeta we are talking about.

He is the cockiest person anyone could ever know.

If you’re in a relationship with him, I wish you luck.

V = Volume(How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc...)

All your gonna get from Vegeta during the act is grunts and groans.

He is a huge dirty talker though.

But I am a firm believer that all Sayian men, at least once or twice have turned Super Sayian during sex.

Your gonna get yelling then.

His grunts and groans do get loader when he’s about to finish though.

W = Wild Card(A random headcanon for the character)

Vegeta let you peg/top him one time.

He actually enjoyed the feeling but he didn’t like how you were in control.

He said he might let you do it again but if you tell anyone he’d kill you.

X = X-ray(Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

I feel like Saiyans didn’t bother with upkeep down there back on planet Vegeta.

So, Vegeta definitely has a jungle down there.

He only really trims it when it starts to bother him.

I am also a firm believer that all Sayian men are packing and I will not step down from that notion.

I see Vegeta being around 7 or 8 in. but he’s not too girthy.

Y = Yearning(How high is their sex drive?)

Vegeta has a normal sex drive.

But he’s always done to fuck whenever you want to.

I stick with the headcanon that Saiyans go into heat.

So, during his heat cycle, he is like a horny dog.

That’s also where is breeding kink kicks in big time.

Z = Zzz(How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sex keeps Vegeta awake.

But even if it didn’t he still wouldn’t go right to sleep afterward.

He lays there until he’s sure you’re asleep before he even attempts to go to sleep.

But when he’s sure you’re asleep, wraps a single arm around your waist, pulling you close.

#x reader #abc headcannons #dbz #vegeta #vegeta x reader

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floating-mid-air · 4 years ago

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The Princess of All Saiyans

Masterlist

So first things first. I should probably mention that I killed Chi-Chi off before the start of the story. I completely forgot to include it in the notes last chapter. So sorry if there was any confusion there.

Ever since the last chapter, I've been kinda hooked on flashbacks. So there will be another one, this one featuring the man, the myth, the legend, the most ruthless of all the Saiyans King Vegeta. Also, my dumbass finally decided to create a Masterlist. I realized it's much easier than linking chapters individually.

Chapter 7

You've been on Planet Namek for approximately two hours, and the day has already been tremendously eventful. You and Vegeta have already had a run-in with Cui, who arrived shortly after you. That purple cretin went out the same way he lived as a spineless coward. Something was extremely satisfying about watching Vegeta drive that failure into the ground. Cui's demise was entirely his own fault. It's common knowledge that Saiyans grow stronger after a near-death experience. Underestimating your brother's growth was an act of pure stupidity.

After that minor inconvenience, the two of you toon into Dodoria's transmission, it sounds like those goons are slaughtering a village of Namekians, so they must store their Dragon Balls in separate settlements. Either that or they're executing them for leisure. Both are feasible possibilities. From what you've been able to gather, Frieza has four Dragon Balls in his possession, and he's currently after his fifth. Frieza even reveals some essential information on how these Namkeian villages operate. Before the signal cuts off entirely.

Vegeta attempts to find another channel, but they all come up as static. "Those Namekians must be craftier than they look. Something tells me Frieza's scouters are out of commission."

"Perhaps." He turns to you. "Or they figured out we were eavesdropping. Either way, keep your guard up."

The two of you fly around aimlessly. Though you still need to be careful. Frieza is somewhere on this god-forsaken planet, and a run-in with him and his lackeys at the moment would be unfavorable. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something that catches your attention. " I spy with my little eye an unsightly pink blob."

You direct Vegeta's attention to Dodoria, who has his classic disoriented look on his face. "Good eye." He smirks at you before ambushing Dodoria, knocking him into the water. You appear beside your brother on the shoreline, observing the water intently.

Two pink hands grasp onto the terrain as he pulls his head up, gasping for air. You both laugh maniacally at the pink creature's stupidity. You swear, after every encounter you have with Dodoria, he somehow gets dumber. "Oh, it's you two." He sounds far from pleased as he pulls himself out of the lake. "What the hell do you want?"

"Mind your manners, Dodoria." You scold him. "No need to be crude."

He scowls at you. "Arrogant Saiyans." He mutters under his breath. "That was a dirty trick Vegeta. Although I wouldn't expect anything less from you monkeys." Dodoria straightens his posture in an attempt to appear more intimidating. Spoiler alert, it doesn't work. "You know I can't just let you get away with blindsiding me."

Vegeta chuckles, rolling his eyes at the monster. "Oh, really now? Just what do you plan on doing? You're all alone. There's no Zarbon or Frieza for you to cower behind. How unfortunate for you."

"I doubt we'll even have to lift a finger." You shrug. "This should be a piece of cake."

Dodoria chuckles, shifting his gaze between you and Vegeta. "You two really think you can take me? You're both as egotistical as that father of yours, and you know how that ended for him. You Saiyan freaks will never be half the warrior that I am." You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. How dare he even mention your father. "Listen, I know neither of you desires to fight me. And I don't particularly want to fight you either. So how about you just give me that scouter, and we can forget this ever happened. That's more than a fair deal. I think I'm actually being quite generous." His tone may be confident, but his body language gives him away. Who knew the pink menace was actually afraid of something.

"So your presumption was right." Vegeta turns to you. "Those Namekians must have destroyed their scouters. This puts us in an intriguing situation, doesn't it Y/N?" Vegeta removes his scouter, tossing it on the ground. "What are you waiting for, Dodoria? Take it."

He eyes you both skeptically, but he still takes the bait. Critical thinking has never been Dodoria's strong suit. "About time you brats showed me the respect I deserve." As he steps closer, Vegeta stomps on the scouter. The wretched thing, smashing into thousands of worthless pieces.

The pink monstrosity sneers. "No worries. I'll just take the girl's scouter." He speeds toward you, extending a hand in an attempt to rip the device off your face. Before he can even touch you, you grasp his arm, bending it behind his back.

"Why do they always think it's appropriate to get handsy with me?" A breathy sigh escapes your lips. "They'll never learn." You remove your scouter, holding it in the palm of your unoccupied hand. "Since you want it so bad." You snap your scouter in half, discarding the parts to the ground. "You ever think about laying your filthy hands on me again, you'll lose them." You toss the fool several feet away. The farther away he is, the better.

"Why would you--- it doesn't even matter." He stands back up, dusting himself off. "Now, you won't be able to find the Dragon Balls either."

You shake your head at him, a pleased look crossing your features. "Not exactly. You see, Earth was quite the adventure. We picked up a few new tricks. One that leaves those hunks of metal useless."

Dedoria furrows his brows at you, his entire face contorting. "You're lying."

"I'm afraid she isn't. This energy-sensing technique is quite simple. I doubt any of the members of the elite Frieza Force would be interested, though. It doesn't require much strength, and everyone knows you don't care for anything that doesn't involve flexing your muscles." Dodoria is more fat than muscle. It's an irrelevant technicality, one that would only piss off the blob more.

"I get it now." He seems to come to some sort of a realization. Only you have no idea what the hell he's referring to. "Those two runts I was chasing were earthlings." You stare at him in disbelief. Is it possible for them to be here? Raditz, he's the only possible explanation. But would he really be dumb enough to lead those weaklings to their deaths?

"W-What did you say?" Vegeta's mouth hangs agape.

"So I'm right. The looks on your faces tell me all I need to know. You're working together."

You combust into a fit of laughter, wiping tears from your eyes. This has to be the funniest thing you've heard all week. "Even if those pests were here. Never in a million years would we align ourselves with those soft-hearted fools."

"You must be mistaken. Even if those earthlings were here, we'd be able to sense them." Now that you think about it. Have you been able to sense them? You haven't been looking, but you have felt some strange energy. You just assumed it was some half-wit from the Frieza Force, but now you're not so sure.

"It doesn't really matter anyway." He rolls his eyes. "You two are no longer any use to me. So either get lost, or I'll have to finish you off myself."

"Why, how generous of you." The sarcasm practically drips from your voice. "I think he's afraid Vegeta."

"Well, can you blame him? His scouter probably told him everything he needed to know. He must have seen my battle with Cui." For every step Vegeta takes forward, Dodoria takes another backward. "He must have seen how much stronger I've become."

"That isn't possible." He scoffs. "Those numbers were inaccurate, and I'll prove it!" He shoots an uncontrollable blast of fire at you both, which you simply dodge by stepping out of the line of fire.

"Was that really the best you could do?" You mock. It was sloppy even for an attack from Dodoria.

He turns around, only to be met with the two of you behind him, floating in the air. Vegeta swiftly moves behind him, grabbing both of his arms, twisting them behind his back. You swear you even heard them snap. "Look how weak you are." Vegeta sneers. "I'm stronger than I've ever been. While you've been sitting on your ass all-day, becoming soft and lazy. I should just end your pitiful life here."

"Wait, Vegeta!" He cries. "I have something to tell you! Something you'll really want to know! It's about your homeworld. I know the truth about Planet Vegeta!" Does that pink blob actually believe he has a form of leverage? What a fool.

"What could you possibly know about Planet Vegeta? You better start talking!" You furrow your brows at your brother. He's behaving strangely. And why is he humoring Dodoria in the first place? Vegeta has to already know about what they did to your homeworld.

"I will, but first, you have to let me go." Vegeta releases Dodoria from his death grip, pushing him away.

"Now, spit it out!" You observe the pair from a safe distance. Vegeta's response is bizarre, and his body language seems to have no ulterior motives. Is it possible that Vegeta doesn't know? You grab your forehead, running a hand through your hair. If that's the case, Vegeta is going to fucking kill you.

"As you know, Planet Vegeta was destroyed, but it wasn't by a meteor. Lord Frieza had started to notice numerous Saiyan babies being born with extraordinary combat skills. You two were the most notable in power. He realized that you Saiyans could really be a problem. You had the potential of becoming a real bother to Lord Frieza's regime. So he decided to wipe out the only race that could ever impose him before they could even become an issue. He destroyed Planet Vegeta with every last Saiyan on it. Well, except for you two. Did you really think it was a coincidence that you were off-planet? So there it is, you two are finally in on our little joke."

You've always known what happened to your planet. But now you've learned the answer to an even more substantial question, why it occurred. Frieza was afraid. He decided to take the coward's way out. How pathetic.

You laugh, tilting your head backward. "That was your big ploy? I've known about that for years!" Before he can even react, you teleport behind him, impaling your hand through his chest, watching the purple goop ooze out of him. "How stupid did you think we were?" You twist your hand, tossing his lifeless body to the ground before obliterating anything left of him.

Vegeta stares at you in shock. "You knew?"

You raise a brow at him. "You didn't?" You always assumed that it was one of those things that you both knew but never spoke off. Turns out you were mistaken.

The two of you stand in silence. You have no idea what the protocol is for this. You don't know what you're supposed to say. Vegeta looks away, sighing. "It's irrelevant now. It was probably for the best that I was left in ignorance. Who knows what I would've done as a child. I'm just annoyed that you were able to figure it out before me."

You smile at him. Besting Vegeta is not something that comes easily. So you'll take what you can get. "You know, I don't think he was wrong about the earthlings."

"You think they're here?"

You nod. "You gotta remember. Raditz is with them now."

"Good point. When I get my hands on that pathetic excuse for a Saiyan, he'll regret ever betraying us. Let's go. We can't be out in the open for too long."

He hovers in the air, beginning to take off. "Vegeta." He turns back, meeting your gaze. "You know I would've told you, right?"

"I know---" He cuts himself off, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. "Do you sense that?" You nod, taking off in the direction of the two large power sources. Dodoria had mentioned that they were runts. So one of them has to be the half-breed and possibly the bald fellow. Your eyes scan over the terrain. They have to be around here somewhere. "They must be suppressing their power levels. Only if I still had my damn scouter. I'm not used to this technique just yet."

Bingo. You found them hiding between a few boulders. And your assumptions were right. There's only a slight difference. They seem to be accompanied by a Namkian child. A sadistic grin spreads across your face as their gazes land on you. Just the way you remember them, cowering in fear due to your presence. "You know. It was probably just three insignificant insects." You're not wrong. That's all they are to you. Pesky flies that invade your personal space and make your life slightly more irritating.

"You're right. We don't have time for this anyway. Let's get a move on." You both take off, leaving the earthling issue for another time.

It took you awhile, but you finally located a Namkeian village. Well, actually, you passed several, but this is the only one with a living population. "Looks like we found ourselves a Dragon Ball." Vegeta's lips twist into a sly grin, heading straight into the village. You follow his lead, now standing directly beside him. You've finally gained the attention of the inhabitants, who are now murmuring to each other. Who knew Namekians were such gossips. Their chatter dies down the second Vegeta clears his throat. "I wish to speak to your elder. I believe there is a Dragon Ball here, that we'll be graciously taking off your hands."

"I'm the village elder." An older Namkain steps up. These creatures do not age kindly. "I would ask you what your intentions are, but I can already feel that you are impure. I sense an unspeakable evil in both of you. Neither of you is worthy." What a self-righteous species. They're entirely different from that Namekian you encountered on Earth.

Vegeta shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Only if the Namekians cooperated, Vegeta has never taken the word no very well. "Then you die. Y/N, you do the honors." This could've ended smoothly, with a lot less bloodshed. Too bad for them.

"You got it, Vegeta." You hold up a finger gun, pointing it straight at the elder. "Bang!" A beam of blue light heads straight for the geezer before another Namkian jumps in front of him, absorbing the blast entirely. The body drops to the ground, and all hell breaks loose.

You begin the slaughter, ending the lives of several Namkeians. Until you freeze, as much as you've been itching for a fight, you're reminded of something far more crucial that you have to fulfill. Damn your morals. They're ruining all your fun. You take one last glance at your brother. These Namekians should keep him occupied for some time. He might not even notice that you ever left. As soon as he turns away from you, you take off, successfully staying off of Vegeta's radar.

You use your newly acquired energy-sensing technique to track down that Namekian child. Since those earthlings are suppressing their energy, they'll be much more difficult to find. This is assuming he's still with them. Those earthlings aren't like you. Neither of them would be able to stomach, leaving him for dead.

You pinpoint the energy source to a cave. What a strange place for them to reside in. You head into the cavern, only to find some form of futuristic architecture. How the hell did this get here? And what is Capsule Corp? You move toward the door, banging on it. "Knock, knock. Oh, little piglets, let me in! Before I knock the door down. Or worse." You can overhear faint whispering on the other side, mixed with a woman obnoxiously shrieking. "I can hear you panicking. Relax, I have no business with the half-breed, the Namekian child, or any earthlings in there. Now open the damn door."

The door slowly opens, revealing the bald man, whose name you believe to be Krillin. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I need to speak to Raditz. It's urgent."

"Well, you can't---" Krillin gets pushed to the ground by none other than the infamous Hair Boy himself. This allows you to step inside the building. It must be some sort of luxury living quarters.

The two of you stand arm's length from each other, matching cold expressions on your faces. "You here to kill me?"

"No." The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Well, at least not yet."

"So why are you here?" His face twists in confusion. "You aren't one to just drop in and say hi."

You take a deep breath, glancing around the room. This would be difficult to say one-on-one, but being surrounded by people makes it ten times worse. "There's something--- I need to tell you."

An arrogant smirk appears on his lips. "What? Did you finally fall for my good looks and charm? Are you finally declaring that you've fallen hopelessly in love with me?"

Your face scrunches up in disgust. "Don't make me ill." That would never happen, even if he was the last male Saiayn in existence, which he pretty much is. "I'm here to tell you the truth about what occurred on Planet Vegeta."

"What are you talking about?" Raditz eyebrows knit together. "A meteor wiped out our people."

You sigh, glancing at the ceiling. "Come on, Raditz. You're a lot of things, but you aren't stupid. There was no meteor. Even if there was one, our people could fly."

"What are you trying to say?" he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shield himself from the inevitable blow.

"Our people were exterminated by that imperialistic dictator." Your voice booms. You're not even attempting to conceal your anger.

Raditz clenches his fists, his hands violently shaking. All he can think about is his mother, how she deserved better. The majority of your people deserved what they got, but not Gine. She was different. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Raditz always knew there was no meteor. The story was too perfect, and it was easier to believe that it was a tragedy. "Why?" That was all he could manage to choke out. Did Raditz really want to know? Would he be able to handle the truth?

The others in the room remain silent, observing you anxiously. You're even more terrifying than they believed. You're not joking around or aloof this time. You're only expressing one thing, pure rage. So you do care about something. Whether you desire vengeance or truly cared for your people is unclear to the earthlings.

"Frieza was terrified. Our people were getting too strong for his liking. The Saiyan population was skyrocketing due to technological advancements. He was scared of what we could accomplish, terrified of the possibility that he could be out-ranked."

A Cheshire grin appears on Raditz's face. "We'll prove to him that he was right to fear us, right?"

"You bet your ass we will. We'll make Frieza regret leaving us alive." You take a deep breath, finally attempting to get your emotions in check, returning to your cold demeanor. "I just thought you should know. Before I killed him, Dodoria let the cat out of the bag to Vegeta."

"You killed that pink asshole? It was about time. How'd it feel?" The other stare at you two in bewilderment. Two seconds ago, you were swearing revenge, and now you're as casual as can be.

"It was extremely satisfying sending that pink blob straight to hell." You purse your lips together, cracking your neck. I should get back before Vegeta blows a fuse." You move to the doorway, stopping dead in your tracks. "Oh, ya one, last thing. Frieza's here."

"We know his men are here. We've already had the pleasure of encountering the Frieza Force."

"Raditz, I'm afraid you don't understand. It's not just his minions. He's here on Namek." Raditz chokes on air, his eyes popping out. You slam the door shut, hearing Raditz's reaction through the walls. The phrases we're so fucked, and we're all gonna die were your favorites of his elaborate babbling. You take off, heading back in the direction you came from.

As you near the location of the village, you quickly realize there is no point in returning. You can't sense any life, and that includes Vegeta. So this means he knows you ran off. You were due for one of his famous lectures anyway. Hopefully, he's not wasting his time searching for you. That would only make your predicament worse.

You search in every direction, finally detecting your brother's energy to the west. Vegeta's power level is diminishing at an alarming rate. Maybe he's run into Zarbon or worse, Frieza. You take off at light speed, heading straight for the battleground.

Once you arrive, you conceal yourself behind a hill, observing the battle intently. It appears that Vegeta is fighting Zarbon, but something is off about the narcissist. His chest seems broader than it usually is.

Zarbon turns around, your eyes widening at the ghastly sight. What the fuck happened to his face? He has to be the most hideous creature you've ever laid your eyes on, and there's a lot of competition for that category. This must be an alternate form of his, similar to your Great Ape form. It doesn't surprise you that you've never seen his transformation before. Even though it considerably increases his strength, his vanity has no limit.

The green-haired egomaniac slams your brother into the ground, creating a blazing explosion. He stares down into the water-filled crater, and Vegeta is nowhere to be found. Your brother has gotten especially good at playing dead as of recent.

Zarbon reverts back into his base form, flying off into the distance. You wait an appropriate amount of time before heading toward the teal mass of water. You scan the lake, searching for your brother. He surfaces back up seconds later, desperately gasping for air. You extend a hand to Vegeta, pulling him onto land.

He takes a few moments to collect himself before glaring daggers at you. "Where the--- hell did you run off to?" Despite being winded, he manages to find the breath to shout at you.

"I sensed some members of the Frieza Force. Thought I'd say hello." Believable lies are your specialty at this point.

"You can't---" He stops himself, his features softening at your expression. "Just never do that again. No more running off, especially without telling me. I'm serious this time. With Freiza here, I don't want you leaving my side again."

You can feel a familiar power level rapidly approaching, Zarbon's returning. "Change of plans. Go retrieve the Dragon Ball from that Namkian village. I tossed it in the water. I'll take care of the five that Frieza has."

"But, Vegeta." You giggle. "I'm not supposed to leave your side."

He glares at you. "Of course, now you decide to start listening to me. There is no reason for both of us to get captured. Now go!" You move to camouflage yourself again. Zarbon must need Vegeta for something. They most likely found the decimated village and want to question him about the location of the orb.

You watch Zarbon pick up your brother, who's pretending to be unconscious, and he flys away. You wait till you can no longer see Zarbon before speeding off to the Namekian village. Your plan is to retrieve the sphere and then take shelter somewhere. That is until you can sense Vegeta again.

You land in the ruins that were once the Namekian village. Damn Vegeta, did a lot of damage here. Your head snaps to the water. You swear you heard a splashing noise, and it couldn't have been a sea creature. If it was, the sound would've been louder. So what is it? Could it be one of Freiza's goons? If it is, they're probably weak. You'd be able to take them out with ease.

The creature emerges from the water with the four-star ball in his hands. He's a tiny little thing, way too small to be anyone currently in the Frieza Force. Something about the runt seems vaguely familiar. Wait a minute, that's Kakarot's brat. His hair's just shorter than it used to be. Half breeds must be able to change the length and style of their hair, fascinating.

You sneak behind him with a blank look on your face. "What do you think you're doing, brat?"

Gohan jumps, turning around. "Y/N?" He shrieks, dropping the orb, which you swiftly catch one-handed. He looks around, anxiously searching for something or possibly someone. "Where's Vegeta?" His voice trembles just at saying your brother's name alone. Vegeta must have left quite the impression.

"Vegeta got himself---" You can feel Zarbon's impending presence once again, and the look on the brat's face tells you he can sense it too. This energy-sensing technique is becoming quite tedious, but you suppose it's better than being blindsided. What could Zarbon possibly want now? He already took Vegeta. Maybe he came to search for the Dragon Ball himself? Shit, you can't stay out in the open like this. You grab Gohan in one arm. And the four-starred ball in the other, rushing into a nearby cave. As an extra precaution, you seal the entrance with a boulder. Zarbon may be vain, but he's also significantly brighter than Dodoria was. Though that isn't very hard to do.

You put a finger up to your lips, signaling for Gohan to keep quiet. The foot-steps outside grow louder. He must be standing right outside the cave by now. "Where are you, Vegeta?" He sounds deranged. So Vegeta did escape. Your best guess for Zarbon's erratic behavior is that Vegeta's prison break put Zarbon in hot water with Frieza. "Lord Frieza is going to have my head if I don't retrieve those Dragon Balls." Your insane brother actually did it. He stole the Dragon Balls from right under Frieza's nose. You're father's probably smiling up from hell as we speak.

You slide against the cave wall, dropping to the ground, leaning your head against the rock. You both might be here for a while. Zarbon is quite thorough with his searches. If he were to find you, it would put you in a tricky situation, especially with a Dragon Ball in your possession.

Gohan walks over to you, sitting down across from you. "Who is that?" Even though he's whispering, he's still being too loud for your liking."

"It's Zarbon. Now be quiet." You cover the orange ball in dirt and moss. If Zarbon does find you, the orb will be hidden in plain sight. Once finished with your little project, you shut your eyes. It's almost like you're alone. And not trapped in an enclosed space with your opposition's son.

"Y/N?" Your eyes snap open, immediately narrowing at the boy. You were about to reprimand him, but that was until you noticed the item in his hands. Your features soften as he extends the necklace to you.

You accept the necklace, grasping it tightly in your hands. "Thanks." A slight smile ghosts your lips before quickly vanishing.

"I was just returning what was yours." He looks at you, nervously twiddling his thumbs. "Hey Y/N? Where did you get that necklace from?" You hold up the jewelry, swinging the chain back and forth, getting lost in the memory.

Twenty-something years ago:

You're sitting down on your bed, with a book placed in your hands. Your gaze scans carefully over each word, occasionally flicking your wrist to flip the page. This is the newest piece of literature in your vast collection. You've only had this book for a few weeks. Vegeta gave it to you when he and Nappa returned from a mission off-planet. The book is all about these things called wish orbs. If you gather all seven, you can be granted all sorts of magical wishes. Vegeta says they're nothing more than a fairytale. That it's childish to believe in such an absurd concept, but you're convinced they exist. You've definitely seen stranger things occur, so it's in the realm of possibility for orbs to grant wishes.

You hadn't even noticed that your father had entered your room. Until he was standing directly in front of you. Panic overtakes your body, your heart beating out of your chest. You slide the book under your comforter, even though it was much too late to hide the evidence. Your reaction may seem a bit extreme, but it's for a good reason. Books aren't necessarily illegal on Planet Vegeta, but they are forbidden. Your father believes that literacy is a waste of time. He considers combat training to be more essential to the prosperity of the Saiyan race.

"Relax." His gruff voice invades your ears. "I already know about the various books you hide around the palace." The king is a very observant man, making it extremely challenging to keep things from him. His general policy regarding situations like this is, he won't say anything unless someone brings it to his attention. Then he would be forced to move his hand, having to find a proper form of punishment.

"Is---Is there something you need?" It's not like him to drop by unannounced. Your father is a very busy man, sometimes you won't even see him for months at a time.

"As you know, you're going on a crucial mission tomorrow. Are you going to behave for your brother?" You nod in agreement. "You are also not to leave his side, do you understand me?" Ever since the incident, you're not allowed off-planet without either your father or Vegeta. One of them has to watch you like a hawk at all times because of one stupid mistake. That will probably be held over your head for the rest of your mortal life.

"Yes, sir." You decide to give him verbal confirmation as well. This way, you can avoid any potential lectures.

"Now, let's get down to business. While I was out on my last excursion. I found this piece of junk with my things. I thought I'd check if you wanted it before I destroyed it." He holds up the necklace. The pendant immediately catches your eye. It's one of the pictures from your book, the four-star wish orb.

You nod, accepting the gift. You wrap the chain around your wrist, toying with the trinket. You've gotten pretty good at reading between the lines when it comes to your father. Saiyans aren't meant to express their emotions. You're raised to suppress them. Your father picks up on little things, like the fact that you're currently obsessed with wish orbs. You and Vegeta had to have gotten your conflicting behaviors from somewhere. And that somewhere was your father. The King of all Saiyans, the most ruthless of them all, deeply cared for his children.

He places his hands on your shoulders, causing you to look up at him. His eyes flicker with vulnerability as you stare at him. "Listen to me. Vegeta needs you just as much as you need him. You are capable of things that he isn't. And you are much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are my sole daughter, the pinnacle of Saiyan pride. Never forget where you came from."

"A-Are you alright? You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, Y/N. Now get to sleep. You have to be up early." He leans down, kissing the top of your head before exiting the room. This only elevates your confusion. Your father has never done that before. Physical affection is not something Saiyan's participate in. At least they aren't supposed to.

Little did you know, this would be the last time you ever saw your father alive. Looking back on it, as an adult, his strange behavior makes sense. This was his way of saying goodbye. He must have had some inkling about Frieza's plans for your race.

You snap back into reality, shifting your gaze to Gohan. Typically when you spaced out, it would irritate your companions. Maybe it would even earn you a scolding from Vegeta. But the kid has just been sitting there, keenly anticipating your response.

"My father gave it to me." Your tone softens. Nostalgia sometimes does that to you. Gohan is the first person you've ever told the origin of your necklace. It wasn't necessarily a secret. You've just never felt the need to talk about it.

Some Final Notes:

"Wasn't he the king, though? Couldn't he have given you a diamond or gold necklace? Or something fit for royalty?"

"He could have. It was more about the sentiment behind the necklace." And with that, the silence returns. Being in this cave really reminds you of your pod. Scratch that it's worse. The brat is just too nice to the point where it's nauseating. For the half-breed's sake, you hope that Zarbon leaves soon. Because you're not sure how much more of this you'll be able to take.

Some Final Notes:

I know some of you might think King Vegeta was a bit out of character. However, I believe King Vegeta did care for his children to an extent. I know there’s some confusion in the fanbase about Tarble, whether he’s canon or not. But since the script for Yo! Son Goku and His Friends Return!!! was a concept created by Akira Toriyama. I personally believe Tarble is cannon. So King Vegeta banishing his son, rather than executing him, does show he had empathy for Tarble, even though he was viewed as a disgrace on his entire bloodline.

#goku #goku x reader #saiyan reader #vegeta #vegeta's sister #dbz x reader #dbz fanfiction #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball z #dragon ball fanfiction #son goku x reader

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astral-notebook · 4 years ago

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namek

pairing: nilla x vegeta

word count: 3002

tags: dubcon/noncon, fingering, creampie, outdoor, hair-pulling, absolutely no aftercare

summary: being on namek has been stressful, to say the least. you think nilla would be glad that she temporarily defeated vegeta, but he refuses to stay down for long. he deserved to win their fight.

warnings: dubcon/noncon, blood, mentions of fighting and wounds

notes: cringe culture is dead. get railed by vegeta.

Nilla couldn’t believe that she was in this position- face down in the blue grass, her muscles practically screaming after going head-to-head against the Saiyan prince. Despite having supposedly won, she couldn’t help but feel sick as she wondered if her friends were safe. She’d seen Gohan and Krillin turn to run, but everything after that was a painful blur. Her biggest fear, however, was what would she do if Vegeta got back up? Surely it would be her demise. With a painful grimace, Nilla shook the thoughts from her head and wiped a few strands of hair from her face, smearing blood across her cheek.

“God…” she whined to herself, every nerve in her body on fire as she sat up. After taking a few seconds to pull herself together, her gentle hands reached forward to grab her trusty katana before returning it to her sheath. With the one thing she needed, she glanced across the battle-worn field towards the downed Saiyan. He stirred ever-so slightly, his hands flexing into the grass below him while grumbles escaped his mouth. Nilla scowled at the prospect of having to listen to him anymore. “Stay down and stay quiet or I’ll make sure you never walk again!” she barked, her usually soft voice now hoarse from all the shouting she’d been doing. Once he’d settled down, Nilla rose to her feet; legs shaking as she swayed in the wind and the world blurred around her. It took some time for her dizziness to pass, but once it did she quickly decided that she didn’t want to be in the area once Vegeta awoke and headed towards a green river she’d noticed before the fight. She quickly made her way to the water and fell to her knees, cupping her hands together and began to rinse the blood off her face, arms and legs. She was lucky that these cuts and scrapes weren’t too invasive; rather, she had to worry about the burn on her ribcage created from a ki blast that she’d just barely dodged. Not only that, but her only outfit she’d been wearing was nearly destroyed by the blast.

Although she was afraid to touch it, Nilla made the decision to clean the burnt skin. Unfortunately, that was a mistake. As soon as the green water made contact with the wound, the woman’s vision went white, then black, then white again as it burned beyond belief.

“Shit...” she whined through gritted teeth, ripping up handfuls of grass as she tried to steady herself. Tears rolling down her cheeks were blinding her, only adding to her discomfort. Everything had gotten so bad so quickly that she hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching her.

“What’s wrong?” a menacing voice teased. “A little burn keeping you down?” Nilla’s head snapped up to see Vegeta standing over her, a dangerous smirk on his lips. She froze as the Saiyan squatted down and came face-to-face with her before roughly grabbing her arm. “I’d never imagined that a human could be so defiant.” He confessed, inching closer and closer. The blonde said nothing in return, too overcome by fear to even fathom words. Vegeta stared at her expectantly, only to laugh in her face as she remained silent. “Not so confident anymore, are you? You didn’t really think you’d be able to defeat the Saiyan Prince, did you?” He pushed her onto her back and advanced until he was on top of her; that evil smirk of his never faltering. Nilla felt one of his rough hands grab her wrists, but made no attempt to struggle. “You’re not making any effort to fight back, hm? What happened to never walking again?” he laughed harshly, pinning her arms above her head. The woman could only stare up at him, horrified to be so up close and personal with Vegeta. While she was thankful that her pain had passed by this point, she was utterly defenseless.

“I-i…” she stuttered weakly as all the color drained from her face. Another chilling laugh erupted from Vegeta, his gaze never leaving her’s.

“What’s got you so choked up?” he growled, moving closer and closer until there was barely an inch between them. “Maybe you’re the one who never wants to walk again?” Was that an innuendo? She asked herself. Nilla tried to shake her head, but a hand creeping down her body to grab her thigh distracted her. Almost immediately, panic overwhelmed her as she tried to yank free herself, his grasp on her wrists stopping her. All at once, Vegeta dove forward, his lips crashing against her neck with a trail of hickies following his movements. She was trapped. Strong hands moved to her shoulders, making more room for him to mark her and allowing Nilla to begin pushing him away. The man hissed at her sorry attempt to escape and stood back up before ripping her shirt over her head. To stop her annoying squirming, he brought some of his weight down on her hips before examining the burn on her stomach. He laughed to himself as he took the sight of her injury in, yet he avoided touching it. “Hm.” Vegeta hummed to himself, tracing his gloved hand over her cuts and hickies. “We both know I won that fight.” he growled. “So I’ll be collecting my prize.”

“Why?” Nilla whispered, pale arms moving to cover herself up. The Saiyan chuckled before forcing her arms away from her chest and yanking her bra over her head.

“We Saiyans tend to like strong-willed women.” he smirked, his large hands moving to massage her breasts. “So you’ll need to finish what you started.” Soon enough, he brought his full weight down on her and Nilla could feel his erection as it grinded against her core. She struggled helplessly to get out from underneath him, but he was too heavy for her. She was trapped Ignoring her weak attempt to escape, Vegeta leaned forward and helped himself to her chest. His huge hand engulfed her left breast as he began to suck and nip and the other; rolling it under his tongue. She didn’t want to, but Nilla let out a soft moan as he continued- catching Vegeta’s attention. “More.” he growled into her chest, massaging and sucking harder. Arched her back, complying with his demands as she involuntarily grinded against him.

“You can’t do this…” she whined, reaching down to run a hand through his hair. The Saiyan glared up at her.

“I can do whatever I want.” he barked back before harshly pressing his lips to hers. Nilla squeaked in response, her grip on his hair tightening as he forced his tongue in her mouth. Both of their tongues circled each other feverishly as the man reached into her shorts and swiped a finger over her slit. When he managed to pull out, he moved away from her to examine it and grinned when he saw the cum glistening on his gloves. “You seem to want it too.” he teased, sitting up further to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her long legs. Without thinking, Nilla sat up and allowed them to be taken off of her before she shyly kissed her captor. Soft hands desperately grabbed at his shoulder and cheek to deepen the kiss; taking the Saiyan off-guard. When she pulled herself off of him, there was an innocent yet sultry look on her face.

She couldn’t bring herself to reply to him- she was far too embarrassed. Instead, she let her horniness take over her judgement as she spread her legs. Vegeta could barely hold back as he pushed her back to the ground, his clothed cock pulsing as it grinded against her slit. He wanted to take her then and there- to hear how loud she’d be once he sunk into her- but he wanted one more thing. He quickly threw his gloves onto the ground, tore her panties off, and threw them elsewhere- finally revealing what he’d been waiting for. Her pussy was already soaking for him after a bit of grinding and kissing as her lips were swollen and pink. Her skin was also abnormally soft as he ran his thumb over her mound before landing on her clit. Her obedience was oddly cute, but he had no desire to take in the view before him. Instead, the Saiyan Prince dove forward and began to lick up and down her slit as if he hadn’t eaten in months.

“Vegeta!” Nilla breathed out, her hand entangling itself within his hair. She desperately spread her legs wider for him, trying to ignore the fact that she was whoring herself out to the most evil man she’d met.

“Mmph.” Vegeta grunted in response before suckling on her clit. His hands slid underneath her thighs and pushed them further apart, giving him the room to slip a finger inside her. More and more moans quickly escaped her lips as he began pumping it in and out of her. Nilla could feel herself grinding against his hand as a knot began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Each harsh suck caused the human to grow louder and louder until Vegeta withdrew his finger and tongue without a word. Nilla looked up at him, concerned yet upset that her orgasm had been denied.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, watching him as he began to take off his pants.

“It’s my turn.” he hissed, revealing a pair of briefs. Nilla nodded in return, but moved cautiously. Her gentle hands hooked under the elastics of his underwear and slid them down his legs, allowing his impressive cock to spring free. Immediately, she was horrified at how large it was and how much it was sure to stretch her. Vegeta laughed harshly at her expression. “Human men must be a disappointment.” he smirked, proud of his size. Carefully, he leaned back into the grass and propped himself up on his elbows before looking at her expectantly. “Well?” he barked. Nilla’s face grew bright pink at his proposal, but found herself unable to say no. She crawled closer to him and tentatively held his cock in her hand before slipping just the tip into her mouth.

“Mmph!” she gagged as Vegeta thrusted upwards into her mouth. The man rolled his eyes and pushed her away, commanding her to turn around before lifting her up so that her warmth was directly above his face and that his dick was in front of her’s. She touched it again and it throbbed in response, desperate for friction. The Saiyan behind grunted impatiently, but resumed hungrily eating her out without a complaint. She hesitantly began to suck him off at her own pace, her tongue running up the length of the shaft. However, as Vegeta sucked on her clit harder and harder, Nilla felt her head grow cloudy. She couldn’t think straight enough to continue with a set pace and ended up feverishly deepthroating the man, trying to pleasure him even if it made her gag. Seeing as Nilla was being far more compliant than he’d imagined, the Saiyan decided to reward her by slipping two fingers into her entrance and beginning to finger fuck her. Nilla almost screamed in response. As soon as it began, Vegeta’s dick slipped out of the female’s mouth with a loud pop and she gripped onto his thighs to keep upright. Within no time at all, her walls were clamped around his fingers, pulsing rapidly as she came with a long whimper. Finally, he thought while sitting up, it was time for the main course.

“You humans certainly don’t last as long as Saiyans,” he stated, dusting himself off, “but now it’ll surely fit.” he smirked, gesturing towards his cock. Nilla breathed heavily, trying to pay attention to his words but seemingly shocked. He looked at her questioningly, but she didn’t return the glance; she merely sat with her legs curled into her chest. “Chickening out now?” he scoffed. The blonde shook her head nervously.

“I’ve never done that before…” she whispered, flustered and embarrassed that the man who killed most of her friends made her cum.

“Human men really are disappointing, then.” he replied, pushing her onto her back. Nilla blushed as he advanced towards her and submissively spread her legs for him. Vegeta felt a sense of power flow through him as he settled between her thighs before leaning over her- a hand next to her head for stability. The woman raised her hips up, watching as the man pumped his cock in his hand, then slapped it against her clit. Nilla could only cry out in response before he guided the head to her entrance and pushed in rather roughly. He took a deep breath in and smirked. He was right where he had wanted to be during their fight.

Once he’d bottomed out, Nilla wiggled her hips against his, trying to create any friction she could. Vegeta took this as an invitation to begin thrusting into her- his pace slow yet forceful. His hips snapped against hers hard enough to redden the skin, earning small moans and whines as the woman below him squeezed her eyes shut.

“God…” she whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders as he pumped quicker and quicker. Vegeta growled in return before resting her thighs on both of his shoulders.

“Say my name.” the Saiyan demanded in between grunts and over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Nilla moaned once again, but otherwise remained silent. While it was no big deal to the human, Vegeta would not let the act of defiance go unnoticed. His fingers dug harshly into her hips, bruising the skin below it and he fucked her mercilessly.

“A-ah!” the human cried out as the friction and sound of Vegeta’s groans turned her on further. The man growled.

“Say my name!” he barked, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pounded her so hard she saw stars.

“Vegeta!” Nilla nearly screamed, moaning ever louder now. “Please please please-” she chanted drunkenly, her small hands grabbing at his shoulder blades desperately. “-Don’t stop.” The Saiyan groaned into the crook of her neck as he continued thrusting into her cunt.

“I don’t intend to.” he whispered, revelling in the feeling of her walls convulsing wildly around his cock.

“‘Geta..!” she called out again as the knot in her stomach snapped once again, her cum leaking out around his cock. He merely grunted in response as her pussy desperately tried to milk him. Trying to force himself deeper, he released her hair and arched his back further before placing a hand on her cheek. He was nearly concerned he’d crush her as his cock furiously slipped in and out of her- her pussy making lewd noises as he did so. Nilla couldn’t help but reach up and hold the hand caressing her face as her plush thighs shook and squeezed the man’s head. Once her orgasm had finally settled back down, the woman looked up at the Saiyan with heavy-lidded eyes; Her brain so clouded from the sex that she could barely focus on who was pleasuring her.

“My turn.” Vegeta growled in her ear before sitting up, grabbing her hips, and fucking her as quickly as he could. Nilla screamed from the surge of pleasure, whining loudly as his nails dug into her skin.

"Vegeta!" she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck… Vegeta-!" she continued to moan as she let out a stream of squeaks, cries, and whines. The Saiyan huffed and growled as he grew closer and closer to his finish- ready to fill up the noisy bitch below him.

“Hah… ah…" he grunted loudly before lurching forward to crash his lips into hers. Nilla moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to caress his face. With one final thrust, he buried himself as deep inside as he could before releasing. He huffed rather loudly once he broke the kiss, feeling his cock pulse inside of her. It was only until he felt his cum spilling out of her abused cunt that he pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of her. “I…” he started, catching his breath. “I didn’t expect you to keep up.” his raspy voice confessed. Nilla opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. She’d destroyed her voice moaning and screaming.

After a few minutes of silence, Vegeta sat up and began to dress the female next to him. Although she was dazed, they managed to yank her torn, bloody tank top and bra over her head and slipped her shorts back on. The only thing he didn’t bother to return was her underwear. Instead, he slipped them into his pocket and shoved his hands back into his gloves.

“Go back to your friends.” he demanded abruptly, starling the human. “Tell them you defeated me, but not for long.” She merely raised her eyebrow at him, unsure if she was hearing him right, and sat up. Vegeta scoffed at her. “Go now, and maybe I won’t kill you.” he spat, turning away from her and flying towards the horizon. With a groan, Nilla sat up. But, despite being in more pain than ever, She managed to weakly fly in the opposite direction to try and find Krillin and Gohan. Once she spotted them, the woman nearly collapsed onto the ground next to them.

“Nilla!” Gohan cried out, rushing to her side as she kneeled on the ground. “Are you okay? I thought you died!” he whined. Krillin approached her softly and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What happened?” he questioned gently.

“O-oh.. you know” she rasped out, still trying to process everything. “Nothing much… but.. he’s gone for now.” the woman choked out. Gohan’s eyes welled up.

“Thank you for protecting us.” he said, giving her a hug as tears streamed down his cheeks. Nilla smiled to herself.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years ago

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Summary: Raditz loses his mate when Planet Vegeta is destroyed and finds himself working alongside Prince Vegeta. When he comes to Earth to recruit his brother, he’s dealt another devastating blow when Goku refuses to join and leaves him near death. He’s found by a human and attempts to adapt to life on Earth.

Chapter 1 is here

Chapter 2

The smell of wet grass and dirt filled your nostrils when you awoke. Before you opened your eyes, you knew the sun was beaming overhead. Judging by the layer of sweat on your forehead, it was going to be a hot one.

Your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your body as you turned over to your back, groaning the whole way. Along with the nausea, your entire body ached from sleeping on the hard ground all night.

"Human, who are you and why did you sleep on me last night?" A large silhouette stepped up next to you, nearly blocking out the sun entirely.

"Thought you were just a vivid dream." As the events of the previous night flooded your brain, you realized how many unanswered questions there were regarding the handsome stranger.

"Wait... how are you standing? You were pretty much dying a few hours ago."

He bent down and grabbed your wrist, bringing you to your feet without much finesse.

"Hangover!" You shouted when you came face to face with his wide chest. A cold sweat broke out all over and before you could so much as turn your head away, you vomited all over the front of him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, human? That smells horrible," he growled, stepping back to get away from the odor but, of course, it followed him. He tugged at his armor and tried to wrestle it over his head but his face went pale before he could get it off.

"Spicy," you panted while you pulled your shirt over your head to wipe your mouth, "bar food, man... it's good going down but it fucking sucks coming back up."

He bent over and dry heaved a couple of times before his stomach emptied what little still remained. He groaned and clutched his ribs before pulling his cracked armor off the rest of the way. One side of it was almost completely gone and the rest was barely hanging together.

The two of you fell silent when you stopped and finally got a good look at one another. The only thing that covered him looked like some kind of spandex wrestling attire that left little to the imagination.

You stood a few yards away in a black bikini top from your visit to the community pool next to the bar the day before and your favorite pair of jeans, perfectly worn in and comfortable.

"As far as morning after looks go, this is not my finest. Self medicating hangover is not a good look on me," you said, breaking the intense silence between you.

"Who are you?" He asked again, completely unamused.

"Dude, you were dying in the field right next to my house dressed like you just left an anime convention. You tell me who you are first."

"I don't take orders from weak little humans," he snarled, offended you would even attempt to tell him what to do.

"I don't see any weak little humans," you shot back, unfazed by the difference in size between you. He had to be well over a foot taller and built like a tank.

He took in a sharp breath to come back with another insult but all that came out was a groan as he clutched his ribs and dropped to his knees.

You approached with caution as he tried to catch his breath. Each time he inhaled, the pain seemed to intensify. Even on his knees he was close to being at eye level with you.

"Do you need a doctor or... " you trailed off, unsure how to help him.

It was clear he wasn't from Earth which wasn't all that surprising or disconcerting living on the outskirts of West City. It seemed to be a hotspot for strange activity and visitors from the cosmos.

"No doctors," he growled.

"So, what, I'm supposed to just leave you here to die slowly? Not my style, big guy. Come on, my house is right over there." You took a step forward and offered your hand.

He tilted his head up to meet your gaze. The friendly smile you displayed took him by surprise. He expected some amount of fear from his less than welcoming first impression, but there wasn't any.

"I don't need help from a human," he grumbled as he began to stand.

"That's too bad, you're getting it anyway." You grabbed his arm to help him stay balanced and hoisted it over your shoulder. The second he let the full weight of his massive arm rest on you, it felt like you were sinking into the ground.

"Jesus fuck... how are you so goddamn big?"

"How are you so tiny?" He grunted, shifting to take a little weight off of you. All you could do was help keep him steady, anything beyond that was out of the question.

"I haven't been home in a couple of days so the house is probably a mess," you said, ignoring his question.

The small patch of woods near your house offered a short reprieve from the sun's intensity. You had never been more thankful for the end of summer. The sweltering hot days were miserable and difficult to enjoy because it was too uncomfortable to do much of anything.

You came to an abrupt stop when your house came into view. The front half looked fine, not a brick out of place. The back half had been reduced to crumbling walls and bits of rubble.

When your eyes settled on the pod sitting in what used to be your bedroom, you slowly turned your gaze to the stranger at your side.

"What's your name?" You asked, calm on the surface but inside your blood was boiling.

"Raditz, why?" He answered with a little more attitude than you could let slide.

"I'm assuming that's yours, Raditz?" You pointed to the small round ship surrounded by chunks of your walls and roof. Imagining him folding his massive body into the pod would’ve made you laugh if not for the anger over your house.

"Yes."

"And where you're from, I'm assuming you're well versed in galactic travel?"

"Yes, human. What are you getting at?" He sighed and clutched his ribs, not at all bothered by the fact that his pod decimated your house.

"This area is like 90% cow pasture, how the actual fuck did you crash land on my house?!" You shouted, loud enough for your voice to echo.

"How dare you raise your voice-"

"Oh fuck no, you're not pulling that high and mighty bullshit with me," you interrupted, hands shaking from the overwhelming anger.

"Do you have a death wish? I've killed beings bigger and far scarier than you for much less," he shouted back despite the pain he knew it would cause.

"You destroyed my house, you gigantic asshole!" You stared up at him, not the least bit intimidated.

"I'm warning you, human, your life means nothing to me and I won't hesitate to end it," he growled back.

"Is that supposed to scare me? Dude, this is Earth, like half of us wish for death every fucking day!"

Raditz opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out while he processed what you said.

Your chest heaved with a long, drawn out sigh. Without another word, you headed towards what was left of the house. The inside was a complete wreck even in the front half of the house. The impact of the pod hitting the back half of the house shifted everything and left the floor covered with valuables from your shelves and TV stand. The only thing left unscathed was the furniture.

Glass from broken picture frames crunched under your shoes as you navigated the living room to grab the first aid kit from the small closet across from the bathroom.

"Sit." You pointed to the couch when Raditz appeared in the doorway.

He hesitated for a moment, looking around at the chaos his ship caused. After crossing the threshold, he moved gingerly towards the couch and sat down next to you.

With the first aid kit laid out on the coffee table, you shuffled through to find disinfectant wipes, bandages, and whatever else you might need to get him patched up.

He slowly pulled his ripped up black spandex top over his head and sat back on the couch, shifting to find the most comfortable position. His whole left side was one massive bruise with cuts and dried blood smeared across it. The cuts on the rest of his body had long since stopped bleeding but still needed to be cleaned.

"I'm guessing you have a broken rib or two?" You finally turned to look at him. The anger and annoyance that marred his chiseled features just minutes before was replaced with curiosity.

He nodded and moved his arm out of the way to give you access to his battered side.

"How do you take care of broken bones where you're from?" You pulled a disinfectant wipe from a small foil packet and unfolded it.

"Medical machines," he answered. Right when you pressed the wipe to the cuts on his abs, he hissed.

"Keep talking, what's a medical machine on your planet?" You continued, hoping to keep him distracted from the discomfort.

"A pod... " he winced and took a deep breath, "full of a healing liquid... it can heal us from any wound as long as we're still breathing."

You placed a bandage over one of the deeper cuts and moved onto the next. "I wish we had something like that here. How long does it take?"

"Dammit, woman," he grunted when you added a little pressure to his ribs to clean another long gash.

"Depends on the wound," he said through gritted teeth, "minutes up to a few hours."

"And I'm guessing you don't have one in the pod that destroyed my house?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"Obviously not. What do you have on this pathetic planet that can heal me quickly? I have more important things to do than sit here and answer your questions," he bit back.

You pressed against his ribs out of spite and got an anguished groan out of him. Before you could return to cleaning the last of his cuts, he grabbed your arm to stop you.

"I could snap your wrist with one hand."

"Yeah? If you really wanted to, you would've just done it," you challenged. It was a gamble to keep pushing back but you ran out of fucks to give long ago.

A few seconds of silence passed between you and he finally released his grip.

His curiosity returned when you focused on patching him up as if he didn't just threaten bodily harm. The way you were able to be simultaneously angry and caring towards him wasn't something he expected from a human.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I don't want a rotting corpse in the field next to my house," you answered without a second thought, "you're also not leaving until you fix the chaos your pod caused."

"I owe you nothing, human-"

"You're also kinda cute but that's not going to last long if you keep being a dick," you continued, turning your attention to his arm.

He jerked it away and growled when a sharp pain shot through his body.

"Feel like a big man now?" You chided before pulling his arm back into your lap.

"How do you expect me to fix this? I'm a warrior, not a builder."

You raised an eyebrow and said the first thing that came to mind. In retrospect, it was probably the worst thing you could've said but you were incapable of keeping your mouth shut.

"Maybe you'll be a better builder since you clearly suck at the whole warrior thing."

A tingle went down your spine when he turned his murderous glare to you. It wasn't the dying part that filled you with fear, it was the infinite number of ways he could go about it that made your life flash before your eyes.

#raditz x reader #raditz x female reader #raditz #dbz #dbz fic #let you go fic #supremeleadershitlord #7ss raditz

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real-jaune-isms · 4 years ago

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RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 10 Review/Remix

WHAT the ever loving FUCK was that just now RT?? You give us several great answers and scenes we really wanted to see, and then rip all that joy away in the last 3 minutes!!! I want to sue for emotional damages, but I really can’t be mad cuz it’s very masterful writing on their part. After years of shows doing redemption arcs we finally have it... the bastardization arc~

We open, perhaps to the disappointment of some, on Ironwood staring out the windows of his office at the battlefield and city in turmoil below. He’s being given a situation update on the destruction of the cellblock two episodes back, and he takes the news a little differently than might have been expected (read: worse). Jacques apparently stayed right where he was and let himself be put back into custody, while Qrow avoided much harm by being a bird and ending up in a spot where the rubble wasn’t landing directly on him. Robyn was only slightly lucky, she was under some large debris but doesn’t seem terribly hurt and is actually conscious when Atlas soldiers uncover her and say she’ll be moved to a new cell elsewhere. Qrow isn’t about to be put back in a cage though, and flies right at the soldier who finds him. Behind a conveniently placed piece of wall he turns back and, as I was somewhat praised for phrasing it in a discord chat, he tackled that man as a man. We can assume he knocks out the guy about to apprehend Robyn, and the two make a getaway. Ironwood doesn’t like this news one bit, though he focuses more on recapturing the two huntsmen he had arrested on paranoid treason charges than the actual war criminal he lost an arm catching whose dangerous work on the city of Mantle still hasn’t been undone. Not cool, dude. He yells at the soldiers who had come to report this, and they leave to try and find the jailbirds. He stares out the window again in contemplation and tries to calm down a little before turning on his earpiece to get an update on the status of some thing or another, probably the bomb, when something massive happens.

With a blinding flash and an array of gold and green, Oscar’s staff goes off with whatever he was charging up. It’s as bright and forceful as you’d expect a nuclear bomb to be, and it knocks Winter and the Ace Ops off their feet as they were heading towards Monstra lugging their own bomb. Weiss and Nora see it from Schnee Manor, and it seems to do a real number on the Grimm around Monstra and in the city. Rooster Teeth had to give a flashing lights warning at the start of the episode for those it would adversely affect, and I can totally understand why after the crazy display this gave us. When the light fades and the noise settles, Monstra has been snapped and is fading away to dust, and in that dust cloud we hear and barely see Neopolitan skipping away with the Lamp in hand. What a little punk... Winter gets back on her feet and is quick to ask her squad for their status, she doesn’t want to have lost anyone or suffered serious wounds from whatever the hell they just saw/felt. No one is hurt, though Elm’s ears seem to still be ringing. But Marrow is very distressed, realizing they still hadn’t heard back from Jaune and the others and they may have been killed in that blast. Nobody has anything to say that would appease him, so they stay silent. Vine tries to put a reassuring hand on Elm’s shoulder but she brushes him off. Guess after they got called out by Ren she wants to show even less emotion and sentimentality than before. Ironwood contacts them under the false assumption this was the result of their bomb, and requests they return to HQ for an update on the new problem he wants to deal with. Marrow naturally points out that the destruction wasn’t their doing, and Winter decides that will be news best delivered in person, so they load the bomb back on the airship and take off.

Cutting into the city, we see Watts and Cinder viewing the destruction of their mobile HQ from a distance. Nobody is returning Cinder’s calls but they know Salem will be back so Watts suggests they come up with a plan in the meantime. But Cinder is fully confident that they can still do what they originally intended, that being having her kill Penny and take the Winter Maiden powers after Watts brings the synthezoid to her. But this was a plan made under false assumptions, because apparently she misunderstood the terminology in his message and thought he could puppeteer Penny to go wherever he demands when really he just laid a new prime directive to send her straight to the Vault as we saw two episodes back. Hearing this pisses Cinder off immensely, especially the part about Penny being set to self destruct as soon as the Vault is open since that means the next recipient of the powers will be randomized again and she’ll have lost her chance to yoink them. Watts is too busy grumpily musing to himself about Penny having free will and a spirit that doesn’t want to succumb to his leet hacks to notice Cinder growing more and more enraged, until he turns around and she pulls him in close to yell at him. But Watts is having none of that, he works for Salem not her, and his plans weren’t made to give this flaming whining goth what she wants every single time. He’s just supposed to get the Vault open for Salem, and this is how he’s doing that. This is not the kind of answer Cinder wanted to hear, and she stretches her arm out to shove Watts to the edge of the roof and leave him on the verge of falling over to his demise. He doesn’t seem terribly fazed, calling her bluff and saying her mission was to bring him back and Salem won’t be a bit pleased if he dies. But you know what Salem is not? Here right now to stop Cinder from dealing with this arrogant self righteous prick once and for all. So she fully intends to drop him and then tear up Atlas on a fiery path to the Vault where she can intercept Penny and steal the Winter powers before tearing her to pieces herself and being the triumphant follower getting everything done that Salem really needed. And Watts just... laughs. Chris Sabat must have had a great time in the VO booth for this one, because he gets to have an absolute roast session the likes of which he hasn’t delivered since Majin Vegeta tore that clown Kakarot a new one. Naturally Cinder’s plan would be to brute force her way to victory and get glory for none but herself with her every whim satisfied along the way. Because that’s always her plan. And it always fails. She tried to storm Fria’s hospital room like that and got her ass handed to her by some teenagers and a dying woman before Penny took the powers before she could. She did the same damn thing 2 Volumes ago when she tried to massacre all her enemies under one roof in an alliance with a woman she thought she could outwit, but ended up blindsided by a surprise Maiden reveal and almost died while her outnumbered forces were on the verge of surrendering without her. And did anyone warn her not to do that? YES! WATTS DID!!! WATTS IS ALWAYS RIGHT, YOU FOOL!!! Well, okay, he’s really not. But he’s more clever and meticulous so he saw the flaws her arrogance left her blind to. And then Watts really tears into her by saying she isn’t smart, she isn’t worthy, and she isn’t entitled to what she wants because she’s suffered in the past. The one thing she is is a goddamn migraine. I’m a little mad Tyrian stole the show’s first cuss 4 years back cuz I really would have liked for Watts to cap this off by calling Cinder a bitch. This roasting literally lights a fire under Cinder and she seems ready to snap and kill Watts here and now, but instead she pulls him back onto the roof and stares off blankly into space before her fire fades and she walks off to sit on the ledge of a different side of the building to really think about his harsh words and shed a single tear. It’s a little unclear if she’s just feeling sorry for herself and realizing she’s more of a failure than she wanted to admit, or if she’s just overwhelmed by Watts reminding her of her childhood trauma. Maybe she’s realizing how powerless she’s truly remained all this time after fighting so hard for her own freedom and independence, and crying at the fact that she seems unable to escape that role she hates so much. Whatever the case, it’s real rough for her but I don’t feel like shedding any of my own tears for her sake. She doesn’t seem like she’s gonna change her allegiances so I don’t feel much need to cheer for her, but maybe she’ll reevaluate her strategy and become a force to be reckoned with as a villain because of this. I wouldn’t mind that. We’ll have to wait and see.

Back in the ruins of Monstra, we see Yang Ren and Jaune are all doing alright, and Oscar seems to be as well. Jaune is using his Semblance to help Oscar heal up quicker so that’s good to see too. Yang answers a call and sees Blake anxiously hoping she’ll pick up. The biggest smile comes to her face when she does, and the two halves of the group are ecstatic to hear the other is still alive and well. Neither are quite ready to tell the full tale of what they’ve been up to, but Weiss pulls up a map of the city and lays out a safe route through the subway tunnels that will take OYRJ straight to the mansion so they can actually reunite. Oscar isn’t about to leave Emerald behind though, and we see her knelt in the chaos holding out her hands as if hoping to catch some of the dust that was once her father figure. Yang is vocally against the idea of bringing Emerald with them, but Oscar advocates for her being every bit against Salem as them so the enemy of their enemy should be their friend. Emerald actually doesn’t seem to want to keep hanging around them and says they should just part ways, but Jaune isn’t about to let her walk free without facing any kind of justice for her past crimes. Ren thinks they need to be able to see past their emotional hang ups and consider the value in having her as an ally, and Yang is quick to remind them all that Emerald is part of the reason she lost her arm. Technically that is true, Adam was working with Cinder and if Yang hadn’t been framed as a brutal criminal she would have been around the rest of the team when everything popped off so maybe that first fight would have gone differently. But I do feel like it’s a bit of a stretch. Yang keeps going about why she can’t just forgive and forget when Em had been such a snake in the grass back at Beacon, but that’s not what Oscar is asking of her. He just wants her to try and give the girl a second chance to be better. He gets a little cryptic about how they’ve already gotten help from someone they haven’t had the best track record trusting, and Ren perfectly guesses he means that Oz has reemerged in his mind. This takes the blondes by surprise, and Oscar stands up for the old soul by saying he took the brunt of the beatings and told him how to impede Salem like he did just there. Turns out we’ll be finding out the secret of Ozpin’s cane today: It’s been made into a magical repository for kinetic energy stored over dozens of past lives to be made into a sort of bomb to set off when needed. I don’t know quite enough about physics to describe how exactly that would work, but it seems to make sense that it does. But the blast that took out Monstra used up the majority of what was in there so he can’t rely on it for that kind of attack again. It seems likely that was what Ozpin used against Cinder in the Beacon Vault, but didn’t use very much of it, and again what Oscar used to bust a hole in the bottom of the pit Ironwood shot him into. Oscar finishes making his case that Oz really does want to aid them, and the others seem convinced. What’s worth noting is that all eyes had been on him during this, but Emerald made no attempt to run away or even lower her hands. Guess she might really want to stick around after all... The moment is interrupted by the not so distant sound of a crying baby, and they all run further down the tunnel to find a subway station where the people of Atlas are taking shelter on Ironwood’s orders. Emerald starts to feel the weight of her action and those she used to side with, especially when she sees kids scared and hungry like she was before Cinder found her. They continue past the station on their way to the manor, and Oscar offers some encouragement to Emerald that they need her help in this war considering what she’s capable of. Considering the feats she performed under stress back in Volume 5, I’m inclined to agree.

We fade away from that scene to Ironwood’s office and the camera rises up the stairs as if being held by the Ace Ops as they and Winter come through the still broken doors to give their report to the general. He’s looking at multiple holographic screens projecting from his table: one with graphics telling him the status of all the airships mechs and soldiers, one pulling up news articles and any other info they can get on Monstra presumably for the purpose of cataloguing it in case they ever need to worry about another one, the third seems to be a map of city to monitor the damage so far, and the last is all the info they have on Cinder. He congratulates the team for their work destroying the Grimm, but Winter admits it wasn’t their bomb that did the job, they still have it intact for him. This confuses Ironwood greatly, but he sees an opportunity in this twist of fate. Penny hasn’t come to the Vault like he wanted her to be programmed to do, so he assumes Watts did a shit job of reprogramming her or just intentionally screwed them over. Yet the truth is something he can’t seem to imagine, she has free will and doesn’t want to do as she’s told. Who’s the real tool now Jimmy? He informs them that Cinder broke Watts out, and he seems to consider Qrow and Robyn escaping to be an even worse consequence. Harriet seems ready to sprint out of the room and haul them back here herself, but Ironwood stays her hand... or foot in this case. With Salem temporarily halted, now is the best time they’ve got for him to have the Winter Maiden open the Vault and use the Staff to lift Atlas higher than she can reach like he wanted so badly. So he wants Winter to bring him Yang Jaune and Ren. Winter doesn’t see the purpose of that, or she does and hates to imagine it’s truly what he intends, but either way she knows she can’t do what he’s asking. He plans to make full use of the lives they hold in their hands, and he’s going to use Jaune and the others as leverage to make Penny do what he says. He acts as if he’s actually proud of himself for realizing this is an option available to him, and I think it’s his Semblance that’s partially blinding him to the moral reasons why it should not be an option worth considering. Winter is left wilting under his unaware and proud gaze, and then Harriet pipes up to tattle on her commanding officer. Winter gave the kids a chance to try and rescue their friends from inside the whale(they don’t mention that friend was Oscar so he still doesn’t know the kid survived his attempted murder), and they weren’t seen exiting before it blew up. I want to say I’m shocked and disgusted that Harriet snitched on Winter just for the brownie points of being honest and taking Winter down a peg, but I’m really not. She’s been a loyal bootlicker since this time last Volume, and this feels like payback for that whole “I outrank you so you can’t stop me from giving them a chance” thing in chapter 7. Ironwood removes the proud and probably intended to be comforting hand he had placed on Winter’s shoulder, as if ashamed to be touching her after she let him down like this. This was his last plan for his definition of success, and now it’s ruined so he can’t do anything. In a fit of rage he smashes his table like the goddamn Hulk and the Ace Ops are left to watch and wonder just how in his right mind he actually is. As he tries to catch his breath, the general gets an urgent transmission that dozens of non-military aircraft have shown up on radar. I and probably a few dozen other people watching this hoped this was an Avengers Endgame moment of tons of allies coming to the rescue of the down and out heroes. But no, its the Schnee Dust Company ships Whitley sent out. Almost forgot about that plan, whoops. Ironwood immediately recognizes this as Weiss’ handiwork for the sake of saving Mantle, because nobody would have guessed Whitley would show some humanity and make this plan himself. Winter immediately shows attentive concern hearing her sister has done this, and Harriet gives her a look as if to say “you are such a bleeding heart for these little criminals...” Ironwood makes the very one dimensional assumption that everything Ruby and the others have been doing is simply to protect Mantle, as if they didn’t have a serious conversation with May about helping Atlas as well as Mantle 3 episodes back. With that knowledge in mind, he decides he needs to make a call.

Speaking of phones, Cinder gets a cheeky text and an accompanying selfie from Neo revealing she has the Lamp and she knows Salem will tear Cinder to pieces if she doesn’t bring it back to her. So she’s proposing a trade; Cinder gets the name to activate the Lamp, and in return she has to bring Neo to Ruby for the revenge she so deeply craves. Watts can’t see Cinder’s screen so he wonders who among their comrades has survived. Unclear if Cinder is going to tell him.

At last, we see Ruby throw open the front doors of Schnee Manor with Weiss and Blake flanking her, to see Yang and the others on the front steps. The sisters immediately embrace and Ruby sheds a tear of relief and joy that they’re all okay. Yang tells her she missed her too, and that seems to be that for the distrust and argument they had back in chapter 1. Ruby goes to greet the guys, and Yang gives Weiss a nice hug too. Then she sees Blake has taken a few steps away from the group and seems ashamed or embarrassed, unable to even look in their direction in Yang’s direction. Yang puts a hand to her cheek, her thumb softly stroking up and down as she turns Blake’s head to meet her gays gaze. Yang blushes and smiles, Bake returns the smile, and the two softly press their foreheads together. The intense sapphic energy of this deeply intimate moment was almost overwhelming, and many couldn’t help but adore it. I know I couldn’t stop myself from being a little giggly. Ren notices Nora isn’t there to greet them, and Weiss seems like she’s going to bring him up to her room and possibly even explain what happened along the way. Ruby takes this chance to go and greet Oscar with a hug, but stops short when she sees Emerald behind him. She seems real mad and is about to go on the attack, but Oscar steps between them and insists he can vouch for her, or maybe he’s saying he can explain? We don’t quite know because they get cut off by the sound of Ruby’s Scroll ringing. May is calling from the crater to say that the SDC freighters aren’t the only thing in the air right now, and she seems very panicked by what she sees. She yells for everyone to run into the mines for shelter, and an explosion is hear before the call is cut short. Before anyone has time to try and puzzle out what they just heard, a loud alarm tone goes off on all their Scrolls. It’s a fun detail that as a Faunus Blake covers her ears cuz the loud noise is especially bad for her. An emergency CCT broadcast is coming in for everyone in the kingdom, and Ruby magnifies her Scroll’s playing of it to be projected into the air for all of them to watch. The cargo ships are shown being shot down by military ships, and then the feed cuts to Ironwood standing ominously under a single light to deliver a downright villainous speech. He claims he has been trying his best to protect the technology and future of the kingdom from those who would do it harm, but I think it is VERY telling he never mentions protecting the people. Because that’s not what matters to him anymore. Not really. He says the only person stopping him from finishing his plans of making sure the currently crippled Salem can’t hurt them anymore is Penny. So he has an ultimatum for Penny and her friends, because he knows they will be listening right now. Either she turn herself over to him so he can have her do her “duty” and save as much of the Kingdom as possible and forget about trying to save Mantle, or he will nuke Mantle as punishment for her selfishness. The more he talks the more angry Ruby and the others get, and we are right there with them. He somehow thinks that if Mantle is destroyed then Penny will be free to only care about Atlas and its protection and will gladly work with him to do so. What a delusional bastard. And if anyone tries anything other than what he has said to do, he will use the bomb. 1 hour to decide how they will respond, and a hell of a lot riding on that choice.

There can be absolutely no question now, Ironwood will be the villain for the rest of the Volume and Salem will probably return at the end to ruin whatever hope putting him down will have raised in our heroes... And I’m kinda excited for how that’s gonna play out. Let’s see how team RWBY get out of this one~

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saiyanwhore · 4 years ago

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Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Six // Tension

It was a beautiful Monday morning. It was so bright and lovely on Planet Vegeta today. Well, for the king and queen at least.

You couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed, and it was nearing noon.

Since Vegeta's birthday, you hadn't spoke to the stubborn Prince. You hadn't even seen him. You had completely stopped training altogether. As for him, you couldn't say.

You felt a little dead and empty inside, wondering if you had completely ruined everything you had with Vegeta. You didn't think you'd be able to make it through tonight.

But, your presence was expected. You wouldn't be able to avoid tonight. You wouldn't be able to avoid watching Vegeta meet his fiancé.

Your head snapped over to the door when you heard someone knocking.

You wished it were your Prince, but there was no way he'd be the first one to break. It would be way too out of character for even him.

In walked the maid, carrying a small package.

"Hello Miss Y/N!" She smiled happily as she greeted you.

"Hello."

She walked over to you and handed you the package and you immediately recognized your name written in Vegeta's handwriting on a tag.

"The Prince sent you this." She giggled and winked as she left you to open whatever it was that Vegeta sent to you.

You ripped it open as soon as the door shut, eager to see what it was.

Your heart raced and you felt ecstatic that he had sent you something. You felt like a million bucks.

You giggled quietly when you saw what it was; your matching training gear. Along with a note.

Hello Y/N.

Meet me in the training room at 12:30?

-Vegeta

You were giddy and beyond happy. You were quick to hurry up and throw the gear on and stumbled about your room to go see Vegeta.

You practically ran out of your room and through the halls towards the training room.

With each step, your breathing grew quicker and quicker. Your heart started beating faster and faster.

You quickly opened the doors and entered the room, immediately spotting Vegeta. He already started training by himself. You watched him closely, mentally noting all of the moves he made.

You look up at his sweaty form. He was so pretty up there. Kicking and punching. Throwing blasts. The new gear fit him so nicely. It hugged in all the right spots, his toned body showing through.

He finally noticed you standing and watching him.

He took a deep breath as he started to descend. He crossed his arms and landed directly in front of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words emerged. You were too afraid to say anything to the hot headed man.

"Today is it." He grumbled, his head hanging low. "I'm no longer mad at you, Y/N."

You let out a breath of relief.

"Although, I do not appreciate what you pulled a few days ago."

You frowned as you began to speak. "V-Vegeta I'm so sorry."

He looked at you with expressionless eyes, his lips pursing together. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Do tell me why."

"Well Vegeta..." You felt a wave of emotions overcome you as you were about to tell the Prince everything. You felt like you were going to puke.

Tears started spilling out of your eyes as you shook violently.

"I-I- can't."

"You can't what, woman!?" He lashed out, being as cold as ever.

You knew it was an act. You knew he hated to see you cry like this. You knew he cared, just not in the way you hoped.

"Vegeta I can't do this." You sobbed as you fell to the floor in a fit of sadness.

You cried into your hands.

You felt him come up and hug you from behind. He took you up into his strong arms and placed a small kiss on your neck.

You felt your body shiver and he whispered. "Don't be sad."

"Vegeta." You sighed out his name.

He made everything seem alright, even if it wasn't.

Vegeta grabbed your chin with his gloved hand and turned your head so you could look at him in the eyes.

"Let's not worry about this now." He hummed as he grabbed your arms and helped you up. "We'll just worry about training for the time being."

You nodded and wiped your tears away, ready to get rid of some of your pent up emotions.

You started by stretching.

After you were done with stretches, Vegeta was quick to kick you in the legs, allowing you to fall right on your ass.

"Seems like someone hasn't been keeping up." He chuckled.

You felt emotions overcome you as you rushed towards him with your fist ready to punch. You tricked him at the last minute though, sending your foot to his face.

His body flew back a few feet and he grabbed his cheek as he laughed.

"No, I think you just got a cheap shot." You stuck your tongue out at him.

The training session continued to go back and forth, both of you releasing your frustrations about each other out on each other.

Vegeta was still a little mad with you even though he said he wasn't. He definitely wasn't the type to just let things go like that.

As for you, you were beyond confused and frustrated with the Prince. He was always back and forth with you. Interested, not interested. You hated it.

There was an obvious tension hanging in the air as the two of you finished your session.

It was already known that you would be returning with Vegeta back to his room. It was something you always did together, usually having a bit of a cool down and chat before lunch.

You walked down the halls together, the tension still as strong as it was during training. It all felt a little bizarre and off to you.

You had reached his room, him opening the door. You both entered, Vegeta immediately stripping from his gear.

He stood only in his boxers as he searched about for a towel.

God was he gorgeous.

His sweaty figure flew back on the bed as he stared at the ceiling.

His face was flushed red as he took a swig of water and proceeded to sit up and look at you with curious eyes.

"So, back to what we were speaking about." He grumbled.

You put your head down and your eyes darted between the floor and Vegeta. You felt a lump in your throat as the Prince stared you down, waiting for an answer.

He leaned forward with an eyebrow raised. His elbows rested on his knees.

"You like me, don't you?"

You felt your heart come to a halt as your mouth hung open. Your face seemed to become a tomato as you watched Vegeta smugly smirk.

You were at a complete loss for words.

Vegeta stood and stretched before walking towards the bathroom.

"Hm. That's what I thought." Vegeta said. "I'm going to take a shower, woman."

You immediately ran over to him and grabbed his shoulder. "Vegeta. Wait!" His head turned slightly towards you, a suggestive look in his eye.

"Please." Your eyes welled with tears as the Prince continued to go forward, reaching around you and closing the door, being sure to lock it behind you.

#dbz vegeta #prince vegeta #vegeta x reader #vegeta fanfiction #vegeta #dbzvegeta #dbz #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #arrangedvegetaxreader

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darklymelanatedstories · 4 years ago

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Dysfunctional (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

Bulma~

I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, slowly sliding down the door till I hit the floor. Tears and blood streaming down my face.

I just hugged my knees and cried.

"BULMA!!"

"Bulma I'm sorry!"

His voice cracked as he cried out to me from the other side. I didn't want to see him. Not after what he's done to me.

"Bulma...please!"he pleaded. His fists hitting the door repeatedly. Each bang begging me to let him in.

"Go away!",I yelled in between my sobs. "I dont ever want to see you again, Vegeta!!"

How could he? After all I've done, all I've been through. I put up with him for all these years to end up here...like this. How could I be so stupid!? I know it was an accident by why wouldn't he listen to me?!

I screamed at the thoughts in my mind, the memories. Thats what I could do at the moment. It hurt my throat because of all the previous yelling and arguing but it felt...right.

I swore I'd never cry because of a man ever again, yet look at me now. My hair was a mess, my face dripping with my fluids, my blouse stained in blood while I'm sobbing in my old, destroyed lab.

"Bulma!?" His voiced snapped me out of my thoughts. His voice...I've always loved it.

"Woman!" There he goes again. Am I not worthy enough for the Great Vegeta to say my name anymore. Thinks he's so high and mighty, I wonder why he hasn't broken this door down already.

I just ignored him and crept back into my thoughts. Trying to escape all this. But all I could think of is everything that happened today.

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"Vegeta let go of him!",I yelled as I watched him pummel Yamcha. Every swing, every punch. He was barely clinging to life now. Everyone was gone. They all left when it started to rain. If only they had stayed. But I had to do something, I couldn't call anyone so I ran over and grabbed Vegetas arm, trying to pull him away from Yamcha.

He ignored me and kept punching him in the face.

"Vegeta!"I screamed in his ear. He turned to me, his eyes filled with pure rage.

"Woman, let go of me!"he shouted. "How could you allow this filth to put his lips on you!?"

I tried to answer but he cut me off. "You are my wife. MINE!! You are married to me. And I wont let my wife go around acting like a slut. Do you hear me!!"

A felt a pain in my chest. Did he just call me a slut? Me? Bulma Briefs?

"Hey, don't talk to her like that."Yamcha said in between pants. "You know she's not a slut so don't say she is. It was my fault I-"

Vegeta cut him off with a kicked in the ribs, which made Yamcha cough up more blood. I ran to his aid.

"Woman don't you dare!",Vegeta shouted. I ignored the annoying Saiyan and helped Yamcha up as I put his arm over my shoulder.

"Thanks Bulma.",Yamcha said. "But I'll be–look out!" I turned to see Vegetas hand coming toward Yamcha. Without thinking, I pushed him out of the way and took the hit.

It sent me flying until my face hit the wall. I stumbled on the ground. Blood dripping from my forehead. My muscles ached, screamed. To think this is only a tiny fraction of what Yamcha got.

"Bulma!!"they both shouted.

I got up balancing myself on the wall so I wouldn't fall.

"My Bulma!?,"Vegeta exclaimed in shock. "I'm so sorry."

I looked up at the moving figure heading towards me, my eyes kind of blurry from the hit in the face. As soon as my vision cleared and I saw Vegeta, I felt a rush of adrenaline and bolted.

Vegeta followed me, calling my name as he tried to reach me. The rain got heavier, the sharp drops hitting my sore body made we want to stop but the wet footsteps behind me motivated me to keep moving. I kept running, not because I was terrified but because I was sad and angry. I really didn't want to see him. I ran to my old lab and locked the door, putting together what just happened.

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Vegeta~

"Bulma!!",I cried. I shouldn't have hit her. I should've listened but dammit Yamcha! Why'd you have to put your hands on my wife in the first place. Worse, in front of me. He knew I was watching...that bastard.

I kept banging on the door, cautious not to break it because I knew Bulma was on the other side. I didn't want to hurt her, not again.

I can't believe it. The way she was running from me, I never thought Bulma would be afraid of me, of all people. She was fearless. She even hit a deity, twice.

I stopped and just sat down against the door, head up staring at dark sky as the rain hit my face. A single tear broke free from the barrier, sliding down my cheek. Blending with the rain.

"Grr, snap out of it.",I said to myself trying to hold in more tears that threatened to break free. "You're of Saiyan Royalty, Vegeta."

I got up and went to look for another way to get in. I found a window on the opposite side of the lab. I looked inside to find Bulma crying by the door. Seeing her cry was unbearable, especially if it was because of me. Her husband, her prince, the one who's supposed to protect her, be there for her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shattered the glass and jumped through the window, some sharp pieces cutting me and ripping my clothes but I didn't care. I just wanted my Bulma.

She jumped, obviously shocked to see me. I slowly approached her, she didn't show fear, she didn't even try to run, she just stood there. Strong and fearless like the queen she is.

She was about to speak but i just placed my finger on her lips. Her pink lips were covered in blood but it didn't stop me from wanting to kiss them.

I took my gloves off and pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. My hand feeling her soft blue hair while the other kept her close.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."I said while my voice cracked saying every word. "Please forgive me. I'll never hurt you again. I hate myself for what I did to you." A tear slid down my cheek and landed on her shoulder.

I felt her arms wrap around me and we stayed embraced with another for what felt like the first time in forever. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Wow I never thought I'd see the Great Vegeta cry.",she teased. I just chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Well, you do make me do crazy things.

"Even crazier than your crazy Saiyan pride?"she asked as she laid her pretty head on my chest. I sighed. "Please, don't go there."

She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. "Why not? Afraid I'll hurt your pride?" My brows furrowed in anger. "The only one that hurt my greatest pride, was me.",I growled. "I hurt you Bulma. My greatest pride."

She let go and took a few steps back. I realised what I said and turned my face away from her shocked gaze. I felt my face heating up, I just clenched my fists hoping my face wouldn't show how flustered I was.

"Grr, why did I say that? So embarassing."

"Vegeta.",She caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around me. I was kind of glad but I still wish I didn't say that. Tears streamed down her face. I placed my hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.

"Bulma, please don't cry. Not again." She placed her hand on mine and smiled. "Not even tears of joy?"she asked. "Not even."I chuckled. "If another tear falls from your beautiful eyes, then I have failed as your husband, your protector, your prince."

"I like this new Vegeta."she said. "He's open and sensitive."

"Hey!"I exclaimed, slightly offended. "I'm not sensitive."

"No but your ego is."

"Woman–",I paused. "Bulma don't start."I mumbled, trying to be calm. Though Bulma was enjoying this. She laughed, her sweet laugh, heaven knows how much I loved to see her laugh.

"Bulma, I know I can be a bit much but thank you for never giving up on me.",I said. "Not like you'll found anyone like me though."

"Ha ha."she said in a sarcastic tone. "I love you Vegeta." Usually when she said it I'd mumble it back or say it in a lower tone. I've never really liked saying it but she should know I mean it when I say,

"I love you too, my Bulma."

She cupped my face with her hands and pressed her soft lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and gave into the kiss.

~ WARNING : some things

Her tongue licked my bottom lip begging for entry, which I obviously didn't refuse. She pulled me in closer, our tongues pressed together as her sweet tongue explored.

She was in full control. She pushed me against the wall as I took hold of her round, firm ass. A sweet moan left her mouth and I couldn't resist. I had to take over. I pinned her to the ground, her hands placed over her head held tight by one of mine.

"Hmp, so all this time you were just sexually frustrated."I teased.

"I could say the same about you."she said as she got one of her arms free from my grip and slowly slid her finger up my aroused, member.

I slid my free hand down her shirt, slowly enjoying the feel of soft skin. Like I was feeling her for the first. She shivered at the touch of my cold hand.

"Bulma!! Are you Ok in there!?"

Dammit! Its that idiot Yamcha.

Bulma put her finger on her lip signalling me to be quiet. Hopefully he'll go away.

"I know you're in there. I can feel your energy Vegeta!"he yelled.

"Shxt."I whispered. Bulma put her soft hand on my cheek and gave me a devilish grin that gave me chills. That rarely happened. I dont know if it was the blood that painted her face beautifully or that kiss she gave me earlier that almost made me fall to my knees but something about her today aroused me, something different. I loved it.

"You can go Yamcha, I'll handle Vegeta."she said. I leaned over and started kissing her neck. Then slowly my tongue caressed her skin. I could never get enough of her taste. Delicious.

"You sure Bulma?"he asked. Will he leave already? I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Yeah, I'm sure."she said holding in the moans. But one escaped and it triggered me to sink my teeth in. After this, Yamcha will see who she belongs to.

I dug my teeth in deeper as I pressed my pelvis against hers making her moan even more. I couldn't help but smirk, she always knew how get me going.

I stopped and had a quick lick at the wound before looking at her in the eye with pure love, lust and greed coursing through me.

"That'll leave a mark. You're mine. My Queen. My Bulma. Don't ever forget that.",I whispered. She flip me over and swiftly landed on top of me. I hated and loved the control she had on me. Her mere touch almost made me quiver.

She came closer and whispered in my ear. The sexy voice made in heaven.

"And you're my Prince."

Yes.

"My Saiyan God."

Yes.

"My Vegeta."

The one and only.

"Never forget that that you belong to me."

Oh I won't my love.

I gasped as she grazed her fingertips against my manhood. For the first time ever, I have succumb to my Queen.

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#vegeta #bulma #vegebul #dysfunctional #it is what it is #weird #some smut whatever's

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lilhemmo · 5 years ago

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alone together - DAY THREE

Summary: A daily installment series of one shots on being in quarantine with Goku (special appearances made by master roshi and others!) Come back each night starting 3/18 for a new fic for the next 14 days!

AO3 LINK Rated: T+ (for now, ya nasties!) Word Count: 3.2k bc idk how to write anything short and sweet. Warnings: language, a lil inapproppro roshi, spicy thoughts, a lil fighting A/N: thanks to nikkisramblings for the idea and the inspo!! and also for always being down to talk about the world’s favorite himbo! let’s make this quarantine crisis bearable :) also. i am channeling my fave human @thegodbucky to try and write the best himbo there ever was to exist.my goku does NOT compare to hers but!

vegeta: day 1 | day 2 | day 3 goku: day 1 | day 2 | day 3

PREVIOUSLY...

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re teaching you how to fight,” his voice is quieter, softer now. It almost feels a little different as his thumb brushes over your shoulder. Goku rests his chin in the crown of your hair, taking a shallow breath, “I can always use instant transmission to give ya’ a hand, but I want you to know you can take care of yourself.”

You pat him on the stomach, allowing yourself a small feel of the toned muscles there, “I’m glad I have you in my life, Goku.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Goku squeezes your shoulder and you let yourself soak in the sun and the waves, cherishing a moment of closeness like this because you’re never quite sure when it might be ripped away.

You knew that the training Goku had been putting you through would hurt, eventually. However, you didn’t expect to wake up one morning practically unable to move. You had just enough energy to force yourself through a shower and brushing your teeth before you collapsed back on the bed, still wrapped in your towel with your quilt pulled up at your waist. You’re completely out of breath, muscles tightening with each gasping part of your lips.

“Hey, you okay?”

If your body could tense in embarrassment, you would, but you can’t.

You turn your cheek against the pillow, barely able to see much more than the outline of the side of his body with your blurry vision, straining your eyes as best you can. You accept defeat and close your eyes, chewing on the inside corner of your mouth before speaking, “Goku, not all of us have Saiyan muscles. Us mere mortals can’t go from sitting on the couch to fighting a super person without a little bit of pain and fatigue.”

“Pain just means you’re doing it right!” Goku giggles, scratching the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you allow yourself a half-second of fear at the thought of him trying to make you spar again today.

It takes you a moment, but you bunch your hands under your chest and try to push yourself upward. Your face twists in pain as you try to look at him, and the Saiyan rushes forward, knees on the floor as his palm frames your cheek. He tilts his head, “Wow, you’re really hurtin’, huh?”

“Yes,” you grunt, face in the pillow now because you can’t bear to admit your weakness. You can’t even pay attention to the fact that you’re only in a towel, the heat of his arm against you burning like a flame. The only thought that pulses in your mind is one of hurt. Your muscles cry out as you shift around under the blanket and towel to try and be at least slightly more comfortable.

Goku pinches your cheek, a bright smile on his face, “I can give you a lil’ squeeze, if ya want! Krillin and I learned how to massage out the cramps from one another when we were training with Master Roshi when we first started learning martial arts.”

The sudden reality of the thin material keeping your bare everything from view finally settles in and a blush fights its way onto your cheeks and the tops of your ears. You licks your lips and shake your head, “N-No, Goku, it’s fi-oof.”

His stocky body is settled atop your backside, knees digging into the mattress on either side of you. Goku is heavy, oh Kami is he heavy. You struggle to keep in the sharp cries of pain at his muscled form sitting on you, weighing your body down. He means well, all he’s trying to do is help you, but wow is he currently putting you in pain. Goku is laughing but your mind is far from humored, all you can pay attention to is the way the towel shift on your body, the small knot at your side practically begging to come undone.

“This is kinda in the way,” he mumbles, thumb brushing under the lip of the fabric separating his body from yours. The scraping of his fingernail against your tender skin forces goosebumps to bloom down your arms and legs, but you convince yourself it’s just the air conditioning. Your toes curl and you try to keep yourself from arching up into him so you don’t seem like a needy animal. The last thing you need is to be closed in this tiny house with Goku knowing how you feel.

You huff, attempting to regulate your voice, “Goku, I’m not about to take off-”

“What? I’m just sayin’, if you took it off, it’d be so much easier! My hands are gonna get all stuck!”

He’s whining and it shouldn’t make your stomach flip over, but you can’t control the way your body flushes at the thought of him undressing you, or how he would feel pressed against you, bare and warm. Your skin starts to sweat at the imaginary way his hips would move and how his hands might touch you.

The base of his palms roll into your shoulders and you have to clamp your mouth shut so you don’t let out a groan at the sensation. You keep your eyes closed as his thumbs travel over your spine, gently rotating in circles as he works his way downward from the top of your neck.

“Wow,” you almost moan out the word, eyes rolling around in your head as his hands work out the kinks in your muscles. You swallow the thick lump growing in your throat and it feels like you can finally breath without being in immense pain, “You really are good at this.”

“Told ya!” Goku says. He giggles and traces over your shoulder blades before digging his palms into the muscles there.

You’re practically lulled to sleep with the motions of his handles, the push and pull of his calloused fingers and palms soothing as he works your muscles. As you sit on the cusp of consciousness, you’re just barely able to withhold the gentle noises that sit on your tongue, begging to be let out.

He must be putting you under some sort of spell because your fingers move under your body just enough to reach the knot holding the towel in place. You unhook it and tug the fabric from your torso, revealing your bare shoulders and back, the towel pooling at the juxtaposition of your body and Goku’s.

“There you go, loosen up,” he chuckles, moving himself further down your body so he can knead away at the tightened muscles of your lower back.

When his hands come in contact with a specifically knotted muscle, you can’t help it when the moan escapes your lips.

Goku freezes, palms still pressed flat against your waist. His thighs tense and that sends a jolt up your spine and right back down to your belly. You grit your teeth and dig your forehead back into your pillow out of embarrassment alone.

“D-Did I hurt you?” he asks innocently. You can even see him tilting his head in your mind, the action playing like a movie behind your closed lids.

You grunt, trying to come up with a response. All you’re able to do is bark a feeble, “No.”

Goku tests the waters with his thumbs brushing over your rib cage, eyes trying to find some part of your face to gauge your level of pain. He sighs, “W-Well, then why’d you make that sound?”

And why did I want to make you make it again?

He leaves the last part unsaid, for fear of what it means and what you might do. Goku licks his lips and leans forward, his body weight shifting you on the bed. A hand presses to the mattress on either side of your head as he balances himself.

“It felt good,” you say quietly. You clear your throat and turn so your cheek is against the pillow and you can look at him over your shoulder. He’s much closer than you expected, his nose trailing down your cheek as you shift.

You try your hardest not to think of how you two might look in a mirror at this exact moment. His pelvis is pressed against the curve of your ass, palms dug into the mattress beside either of your temples. Your face is blushing bright pink, muscles tense as you curve upward into him. The thought alone of what he could do to you like this settles a weight between your thighs, a needy heaviness clawing at your thighs.

Goku huffs, his chest expanding, “Hmm, that’s weird.”

A wash of pink colors your cheeks and you take a short breath, thankful that he’s only considering it weird and not sensual. Then again, this is Goku. You’re sure he could spend a whole day reading and watching Master Roshi’s collections of media and still not understand why the girls were so scantily clad. You lick your lips, ready to defend yourself and your actions, but Goku returns to massaging your back and you’re lost in the feel of his hands once again.

It’s as if he’s trying to get you to make obscene noises with every movement of his hands. Goku is digging into you deeper, fingers finding the perfect rhythm and sinew as he touches you. His hands are roaming now, finding every inch of your skin to try and pull those noises from your throat again. You allow yourself just a moment to wonder if he felt pleasure at the mewling that parted your lips only seconds ago.

Unfortunately, all he ends up doing is lulling you back into a dreamlike state, your eyes glazed over as you fight slumber. You yawn, getting ready to tell him you need to take a nap, but your eyes are alert as soon as Goku’s body stiffens atop your own. His nails dig into your skin and your body flushes with goosebumps.

“Ooh,” you hear the grotesque sound of saliva being sucked back into someone’s mouth and you try to hide yourself behind Goku’s broad body.

“Goku, you wanna share?” The old man holds his hands up in the air, reaching towards you with grabby hands.

A frightened squeak barely has time to echo from your mouth before a resounding slap gives way to Roshi being smacked across the room. He slams into the bookshelf that houses all of his x-rated movies and dirty magazines, a couple of them falling over his head as he tries to make out which way is up and which is down.

Roshi groans, rubbing the growing lump on his bald head, “Hey, Goku, what was that for?!”

Tears are begging to fall from your eyelids but you don’t let them; you can’t let Goku knows how things like this affect you - Master Roshi isn’t going anywhere after all. And Goku has never been one to admonish the old-timer’s perverted behavior before.

“I-I don’t know, Master Roshi,” Goku admits, looking down at his hand like it might give him the answer. His eyes drift to you, watching as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to hide away from everyone even with your body as bare as it can be.

As soon as he sees the red of your cheeks and the way your face is scrunched in humiliation, Goku’s brows furrow and he glares at Master Roshi, “But I think you need to get out of here.”

The old man is scurrying away before Goku can slap him through the wall and send him skipping across the ocean. You release the breath you’d been holding, your body sinking under the pressure. Goku brushes his thumb across your jaw, tugging you to look at him. He notices the wince you make as you try to adjust your body and he finds himself trying to think of ways to make you more comfortable.

“Hey,” he clambers off of you, knelt on the ground with a hand still against your neck, “You wan’a watch a movie? We can take a break from training today.”

All you can think of is how taking a break from training is the exact opposite of everything that Goku has ever said to you. Ever.

“That sounds good,” you say.

When you don’t move, Goku tilts his head. He reminds you of a confused animal, what with his wide eyes and general blank expression. His mouth bobs open and closed a few times before he finally speaks.

“Well, why aren’t ya’ gettin’ up?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip, “I-It hurts.”

Goku laughs, running his palm down over your bare back. He stands to his full height, “Well, c’mon, let’s go get you dressed!”

Somehow he manages to wrap you up in the towel when he grabs you around the shoulders and the knees, holding you like a child as he carries you into the closet to get a change of clothes.

“G-Goku,” you stammer when he puts you down. You clutch the towel to cover yourself, thankful that it’s big enough to keep him from seeing anything you don’t want him to, although he doesn’t seem very worried or distracted. He’s rifling through a couple of drawers, pulling out clothes that he thinks will fit you, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Here, I think these will work for you.” Goku holds out a paid of baggy training pants and an undershirt. They’ll both fit you loosely, but at least you’ll be covered. You really need to do laundry. The last thing you need is to marvel at yourself wearing Goku’s clothes.

You go to reach for the shirt and pants, but your shoulder muscles lock up and you wince, crying out as you crumble to your knees. Goku catches you before the other parts of your body can react, gently keeping you upright by the elbow.

“Let me help you,” he says immediately. Goku is already unrolling the shirt before you can argue. You don’t take away the towel and he doesn’t argue, pulling the head of the shirt around your neck, settling it on your shoulders.

When he turns around to pick the pants up off the ground, you quickly slot your arms through the tee and you’re thankful it covers all of your sensitive parts. Even though Goku doesn’t really understand the implications behind what he’s doing and what he’s seeing, you do, and that’s enough.

Slowly, he helps you into the pants, tying them around your waist for you when he’s done. Goku is picking you up again to walk you into the kitchen and you can’t force an argumentative word out of your mouth. You relish in the moments spent close to his body, your head rested on his chest as you attempt to ignore your aching muscles. You also love the way that he can pull you around like you’re weightless, light as a feather. It makes you feel small in all the best ways.

He hands you the remote, silently asking you to choose the show. You land on something martial-arts related, with a side of romance.

You’re nodding off against his shoulder when he pokes you in the stomach, “H-Hey, what are they doing? Fighting with their mouths? It seems kind of gross.”

“F-Fighting- what?” You rub your eyes and sit up despite your aching muscles, “Goku, what are you talking about?”

He uses his thumb and index finger to turn your jaw to the television, where the two main characters are currently making out against the wall of the dojo. You chuckle, “Oh, they’re kissing.”

“K-Kissing?! What the hell is that?”

You can’t help the peels of laughter that expand your chest. You continue to giggle despite the resistance from your body. Goku pouts in response, crossing his arms over his chest, “Hey, why’re you laughin’ at me?”

“Kissing is what people do when they like one another,” you answer him, mostly out of breath. You pat him on the thigh, resituating yourself against his torso, “You lived with Master Roshi for how long and you’ve never been introduced to kissing?”

Goku shakes his head, bottom lip still jutted out like a child. He sighs, “Roshi is weird. I didn’t really pay attention to him unless we were sparring.”

“Such a you thing to do, Go’,” you reach up to ruffle his hair, “but when you like a girl, or a guy, I guess, whatever you’re into, you kiss them! It releases endorphins and makes you feel good.”

“I like you,” Goku says plainly, his head cocked to the side as he rests his hands on your hips, “Why don’t we kiss?”

If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d choke. Your eyes bug out of your head just enough for him to notice, but you try to temper yourself before you respond.

“There is a difference between friend-like and lover-like, Goku. You have to know the difference before you decide to kiss someone.” Your voice is an octave higher, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in his own confusion. His eyes travel to the upper corner of the room, fingers cupping his chin as he thinks. You can practically see the gears turning.

“O-Oh,” he finally sighs, relaxing back into the couch.

Goku’s hands rest against your best, fingertips gently finding all those muscles he worked earlier, “I guess that makes sense.”

Your body relaxes into his hold when you realize the conversation is finished. You curl your arms around his waist as he settles further into the cushions, eyes completely captivated by the kissing couple on the screen as if he were memorizing their movements.

The drifting of his fingers over your body only serves to put you to sleep. Goku looks down to ask you another question, but giggles when he sees your pursed lips drooling just a little onto his gi. He brushes his thumb over your brow, the rest of his hand threading into your hairline.

Goku is focused on you, the way your body moves, falling further into him, and he wonders if this is what people mean when their spouses are built for them. He’s never given much thought to anything other than how to grow stronger, how to beat the next best guy...but, here, in this moment, you’re the only thing on his mind.

Spending an immense amount of time with you over the past couple of days has left him waiting, expecting, to have you in his life daily. He wakes up to train and the first thought he has is to wake you up to do morning push ups or jog around the shoreline.

The thing that breaks him out of his hypnosis is the very thing that lulled him under - you.

Except this time, you’re saying his name.

At first, he thinks you might be in pain; maybe your muscles are tightening again. So he starts to rub your body with the heels of his palms, working at alleviating some of the tension so you can sleep better.

However, as soon as he begins to massage your muscles, your whining intensifies. Goku removes his hands like he’s burnt you, eyes wide as he tries to understand what’s going on. He tilts his head to better hear you, tiny whimpers parting your lips as you shift around in his lap.

He leans up and the action jolts you awake, a bright red tint on your cheeks. Goku giggles, rubbing the back of his neck, “Mornin’!”

You lick your lips and try to tense your legs to keep his knee from sliding between your thighs, concealing your desire. You force a smile, “It’s afternoon, silly.”

“Yeah, I know,” he trails off, looking away from you. It takes him a moment, but he looks you in the eyes and you feel your soul sucked from your body as soon as he utters the words: “So, why were you moanin’ my name in your sleep?”

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risingsouls · 4 months ago

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Nabooru crossed her arms and glowered right back at him, letting him speak his piece just as he had allowed her. Nothing he said surprised her, and in some ways, it relieved her. But, it did not dissolve all her concerns about his behavior. His tunnel vision and the flakiness he adopted with her. It did not ease the hurt she refused to admit the whole ordeal grew in the form of a thorny vine clutching her heart.

" Normally, I wouldn't think any of these things. But, as I said, you haven't exactly been yourself, Vegeta. For all I knew, you had fallen in love with her and decided that you wanted to be a family man more than a Super Saiyan, " she responded as evenly as she could manage. " One day you'll be normal and the next you'll be acting as if you're one minor setback away from ripping your hair out or some other unpredictable act. "

Like fucking and knocking up Bulma when Nabooru was right. There.

She tugged at one of the fingerless gloves she still adorned from her own morning training session. His mention of seeking her out as a training partner once more had her itching to take him up on the offer. To see how much they had both improved as well as get in a few good hits to perhaps knock some sense back into him. But not yet; she hadn't decided if he earned that from her.

" I definitely don't pity you. You don't need to worry about that, " she snorted, rolling her eyes. " But you are right that I don't understand you anymore. So, help me understand: what's going on with you? I get that you want to become a Super Saiyan and surpass Goku and I guess kill him, too, but...you've been here before. With Frieza. You didn't completely lose your mind then. What's the difference now? "

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Vegeta's eyes narrowed as Nabooru's words struck deeper than he cared to admit. The tension in the room thickened as he processed her accusations, each one hitting a nerve he’d rather keep buried. He had come to her for training, to lose himself in the brutal physicality of combat and push away the gnawing uncertainty that had been clawing at him since Namek. But now, faced with Nabooru's biting words, the shame he felt threatened to bubble over.

He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar anger rise within him—a defense mechanism, a way to keep his vulnerabilities hidden. "Play house?" he echoed with a sharp scoff. "You think I care about Earthling customs or their opinions? You underestimate me, Nabooru. Do you really believe that I'd allow anyone, even that woman, to hold something over my head? That I'd let myself be manipulated by such trivialities?"

Her mention of playing house, of Bulma using the situation against him, only deepened the scowl on his face. But it was the suggestion that he had been driven by some twisted competition with Kakarot that truly made his blood boil. The idea that he would stoop to such a level, that his desire to surpass Goku would lead him to intentionally father a child, was an insult to everything he stood for.

"Don't be ridiculous!" he snapped, taking a step closer to her, his posture radiating barely contained fury. "This has nothing to do with that clown or his spawn. My moment of weakness had nothing to do with Kakarot or some delusional idea of competing with him through children. You don’t understand a damn thing, Nabooru. Not about me, not about what’s driving me."

Vegeta let out a bitter laugh. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I didn't come here for your pity or your… alternative offers. But it doesn't matter now. What's done is done."

"I came here because I needed to train, because I needed someone who understands what’s at stake. But if you’re going to throw this in my face, then maybe I was wrong to think you could help me."

#:: nabooru ☀#regulus-regent

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vegetasleftsock · 4 years ago

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A Devil’s Smile (Vegeta x OC)

Chapter 1

Here’s my first shot at a DBZ fanfic- obviously not canon. I haven’t written literally anything for fun since I was in early high school, so I’m sure I’m a little rusty. However, I hope some of those on Tumblr like it! I’m planning to make it a multi-chapter fic, but we’ll see!

Summary: Vegeta goes out with friends to a bar and finds interest (to his denial) in a girl that is performing that night. Milla, the girl performing, has a fearless, outspoken personality and a good sense of humor. Despite finding her attractive, Vegeta takes insult to her frankness and labels her as unpleasant. Regardless, he can’t fight his strange interest in her.

This first chapter is very sfw, but it won’t stay that way (;

Here’s the link to the song I reference in the chapter! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNJ26HxShvk

“Fuck, keep it going!” Milla exclaimed with one hand on her drink, the other on her microphone stand. “Y’all are one hell of a crowd.”

The sound of people whooping and hollering after the end of the song echoed through the small, dimly lit bar. Milla grinned and crinkled her nose with excitement. She was truly in her element.

She set her drink on the floor beside her and swiped her thick, dark brown hair behind her ear. It shone with highlights of red under the bright stage lights.

“This next one is a long time favorite,” Milla said. She leaned against a tall, wooden barstool with one tall Doc Marten on the stage and the other on the foot rest. “Go ahead, Joey.” She nodded towards her drum player and he kicked off the first few beats to ‘The Seed’ by The Roots. Milla closed her eyes with her head back and swayed to the music, tapping her heavy boot to the rhythm of the drums. Meanwhile, Goku, Vegeta and Bulma filed into the small crowded bar. Bulma headed straight to the bar to grab drinks for everyone while the two guys took a moment to get adjusted to how cramped the space was.

“I fail to understand why puny humans have no concept of personal space,” spat Vegeta. He hated when people touched him and it was almost impossible to file through the crowd without bumping shoulders with every other person.

“Come on, Vegeta! We came here to have a good time and enjoy the music. I thought you would like this kind of stuff,” Goku said, shrugging.

“Foolish Kakarot, what makes you think I would enjoy anything about this wretched-”

“Hey, guys! Over here! I found us a place to sit!” Bulma yelled over the music, hopping and waving her hand at an attempt to be seen. They took a seat closer to the stage than any of them expected to be and Bulma distributed drinks. They clinked their glasses together and did small cheers before taking heavy sips.

“Hey, Bulma- how’d you manage to get us a table all the way up here?” Goku grinned, happy to be close to the action.

“You should know by now that I have my ways, Goku,” Bulma beamed. She was obviously proud of her tactics. With just a few flirtatious looks and some compelling words Bulma was able to convince a group of college boys to basically offer her the table, no questions asked. Vegeta kept a heavy scowl on his face as he looked around at the environment. His eyes finally found his way to the stage to watch the performance. He convinced himself that if maybe he focused on the music, it would keep him from snapping the neck of the next person who barged into him.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Goku said from behind Vegeta. He had scooted closer to Vegeta to see if he could match his eyeline and catch what he was staring at.

“What the hell?” Vegeta recoiled away from Goku both out of surprise and anger.

“You just seem to be staring in one direction and I can’t tell what you're looking at,” Goku said, confused and determined. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was staring at the singer,” Bulma laughed.

Vegeta froze. How dare she claim that he was participating in silly games? He realized once she said it, his eyes were, infact, on the singer. He questioned himself on why he was even looking at her, especially for as long as he had been. He gritted his teeth.

“Silence, woman. I will not have you insinuate such things.”

“Whatever,” shrugged Bulma. “You’re still looking at her.”

Milla was walking across the stage towards the group’s table, starting her part after the first chorus.

“I don’t beg- for no rich man. And I don’t scream and kick, when his shit don’t fall in my hands man. And I know how to still.”

For a split second she looked up and caught Vegeta’s gaze. He was still scowling, but the look in his eyes led onto more. Milla caught onto this and gave him a mischievous, sideways grin while she sang. She winked at him before turning around and Vegeta ripped his eyes to the ground.

Goku laughed and grinned his typical goofy smile. “It looks like she likes you! She’s kinda scary for a lady- but in a cool way, I guess.”

Blood rushed to Vegeta’s face and he shot Goku a death glare. “Kakarot-”

Vegeta then realized that Goku and Bulma were both looking past him with big grins plastered to their faces.

“What are you fools smiling about?” Vegeta scowled and snapped his head around to see behind him. His eyes widened as he realized Milla was sitting at the edge of the stage, less than a few feet away, body facing towards him but her eyes temporarily focused on her band mate.

She posed herself at the edge of the stage, legs crossed. One hand held her red gem bedazzled microphone as she sang and the other curled the cord around her well-manicured finger.

Milla was short, but her body structure and thin, toned legs made her seem tall. She wore an oversized Dead Milkmen t-shirt as a dress that draped over fishnet leggings. Tattoos scattered her pale, olive-toned skin up and down her arms.

Vegeta, stuck in his tracks for a moment, looked right at her face as she continued to sing. She was actually attractive for a human, he thought. He looked at her deep brown, almond shaped eyes. They were almost cat-like- and her red lips that surrounded a glaringly white smile was definitely alluring.

No matter. This was starting to become an unpleasant situation for Vegeta. He realized that she was teasing him and almost mocking him in a way that was completely unacceptable. He was the Prince, ruler of all Saiyans, and one of the most powerful fighters in the universe! Just as Vegeta was getting ready to leave, Milla caught his angry gaze and smiled. She cocked her head and continued to sing, leaning forward towards him.

“Oooh-ooh-ooh, no dear, you’ll be keeping my legend alive.”

Goku and Bulma’s eyes widened out of both fear and shock as Milla tickled her finger under Vegeta’s chin. Before any of them could even react, she turned around and hopped back onto the stage to finish her performance.

“Enough,” Vegeta growled. He stood up, teeth gritted and palms clenched. He took his fist and knocked his chair over before storming out.

Goku and Bulma looked at each other, exchanged a small laugh and shrugged.

“Well, he didn’t stay long- but at least it was entertaining,” Bulma said.

**About an hour later** “Thank you guys for coming out tonight and for being such an awesome crowd. It really is such an honor to perform for you guys and be here every week. I hope everyone who comes out knows how much their support means to me,” Mila said. She held up her glass to cheers her audience, and the crowd lifted their drinks in return. People clapped and whooped as Milla walked backstage and the lights dimmed. Other bandmates started to pack away their instruments and tear down the set-up.

The bulk of the crowd filed out of the building, including Bulma and Goku. Others stayed and sat at the bar.

“Should we look around and wait for Vegeta?” Goku asked.

“Ha! Do I look like I have all night to hunt that jerk down? He’s perfectly capable of finding his own ride home, if he hasn’t already.” Bulma said. “I guess, if you say so,” Goku said, scratching the back of his neck, clearly feeling guilty. “You’re too nice,” Bulma said, dragging Goku out.

Backstage, Milla brushed her short hair into a ponytail and grabbed a makeup wipe from her duffle bag.

“Hey, Milla. That guy you were messing with earlier seemed pretty riled up,” Joey said.

Mila laughed as she swiped at her eyelids with the makeup wipe. “Oh, did he?” she replied.

“Yea, he even knocked over his chair before running out. Guess it was just too much for him.” Joey chuckled.

Milla tossed her makeup wipe in the bin by the door and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder.

“Alright boys, I’m heading out for the night. We kicked ass today. See you on Wednesday night for practice,” Milla said, heading out the back door of the building.

The guys waved their goodbyes and she exited. Outside it was cold, but the air felt nice after a long night of running around on stage. She walked to her car, which was parked the street over from the bar. Milla hated crowded parking lots and she wasn’t the best at parking. As she got to her car, she fumbled for her keys in the pocket of her cardigan.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” a voice said.

“Huh?” Milla whipped around to see the guy that her and her bandmates had been talking about. The one she caught staring at her while she sang. She laughed at the sight of him- brows furrowed and his mouth in a deep frown. His arms were crossed tightly against his chest as he leaned against her car.

“What is so funny?” Vegeta growled. “You would not be laughing if you knew who you were dealing with.”

“Oh,” Milla said, raising her eyebrows, feigning confusion. “Let me offer my deepest apologies.” She bowed sarcastically and then rolled her eyes, dropping her smile.

Vegeta scoffed and started to walk away. “Foul woman.”

“Excuse me, who the hell do you THINK that you are?” Milla asked, walking towards Vegeta. He stopped walking and turned to face her. “You think you can just come and harass me after the show because of what? Because I flirted with you? Grow the fuck up, I saw the way you looked at me.” Milla continued.

Vegeta stared at her, silently. Still scowling. They were less than a foot away from each other at this point, just battling through glares. Milla rolled her eyes again and her long lashes fluttered.

Vegeta noticed her face looked slightly different. He realized her red lips were now a warm shade of pink and her eyes seemed brighter. He thought maybe that she had taken her makeup off, but he still thought her face was nice.

“Pathetic.” Milla said at Vegeta, squinting her eyes. She got into her car and started the engine.

“What a fucking weirdo,” Milla said to herself. She thought he was cute when she had flirted with him, but now she couldn’t tell if he was just strange or a serial killer.

She pulled out onto the road and he was still standing where he was before, glaring. Vegeta stood where she had left him, steaming mad, but also wanting her to come back.

“Get the fuck out of here, dude. Go home.” Milla said before driving away.

“Some people,” Milla laughed, shaking her head. “Too bad shit’s not entertaining like this all of the time.”

After seeing her drive off, Vegeta headed back over to the bar. He bought himself a drink and made plans with himself to return the following Friday.

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