#vegeta fem

[superflumpty]

crédito de Otano Mix

[actuallysaiyan]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Commisshed this beautiful piece by @alineartizz for my Vegeta x Reader slave fic 'Awakenings'. TOTALLY captures Vegeta's energy in chapt. 1, when first laying eyes on the Reader, looking annoyed, embarrassed, and a bit shy. Also, buff and thick as oatmeal <33333 I'm in love!

[spilledbeans116]

Just In Case

(Vegeta x Reader)

Vegeta x fem!reader -6,207 Words - SFW - No use of Y/N

Fan of Vegeta x Bulma? Find an alternate version here! (The first parts match up!)

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This fic is based on a headcanon I have involving the prince and his constant need to wear gloves. I'm putting this here as a side note, but the first chapter is a bit violent. I hope you all enjoy it.

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    Nappa was smiling, as proud as a warrior-nanny could be given the circumstances. Vegeta had aced his first mission under Frieza’s rule without a single hitch, having wiped out an entire planet on his own in just a couple hours. They had hit three more after that, completing twice the work of an adult saiyan could have mustered up. And what, he was only 6? Never before had such latent power been shown in such a young saiyan; his power already rivaled Nappa’s own. On late night’s when the bar was full and Raditz and Vegeta were in bed, Nappa would sit and brag to the other soldiers of Frieza’s army how talented the kid was.

    The bar was dim, the tables around having been emptied as all the patrons gathered around Nappa and listened to his tales. Among them were Ginyu, Burter, and Jeice, all three of whom were rolling their eyes at the display.

    “You should have seen the way he shot through that thing! It was almost three times my size, maybe bigger!” Nappa hiccuped, taking a swig from his mug before slamming his fist on the bar’s counter-top. “It was incredible!”

    From around the corner, a young saiyan who should have been in bed smirked. His smile quickly faltered however, as someone else spoke up.

    “Psh, right,” Ginyu laughed, giving Nappa a shove. “Like a kid could take down one of those on his own. Even Guildo struggles with them!”

    “No, Nappa’s being serious, I saw it myself!” Another soldier yelled, slamming his drink down on the bar. “The kid is a beast! A monster!” 

    Vegeta nodded, crossing his arms and leaning through the doorframe a bit to watch as the older men debated his feats.

    At that Ginyu and Burter laughed, “please! He’s an ape!” Ginyu snorted. “You think that monkey could actually do that on his own? He’s weak, just like his old man. Maybe he got lucky, but nothing more than that.”

    Vegeta clutched his cape and held it at his sides, his anger overtaking him as he fought not to run in there and sucker punch Ginyu in the face; he had already learned once that it wasn’t a good idea, and wouldn’t make an idiot of himself again. Ginyu didn’t believe he could do that? Didn’t think that Vegeta could fight his own battles or overtake a stronger opponent? Fine. He would prove he could; he would show everyone exactly what he could do. And he wouldn’t stop until they believed him.

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    Months had passed, but for Vegeta, time moved strangely. It felt fleeting and yet too long at the worst of times. Then again, he was still only a child. He had already gotten stronger, not that anyone but Raditz or Nappa noticed and he didn’t give a damn what they thought. Each day and night was the same, he was degraded by the Ginyus to his face and behind his back. His family was gone, his home was gone, and his race was all but eradicated. He was the last remaining saiyan royal and ruled over two; he wasn’t the strongest on the ship nor was he even close to beating Frieza… yet. That day would come, he reassured himself. Until then he was destined to be miserable, to spend everyday fighting to be better only to get no recognition from anyone. That much responsibility and pain weighing down on a child surely wasn’t healthy, especially not when they were forcing themselves to do even more than everyone else.

     Vegeta couldn’t keep track anymore of how many planets he had slaughtered. Their cries of mercy fell on deaf ears. At night, he had nightmares about the faces of those that had met their end in his hands. He wondered who they were, what lives they lived. He was doing to them what had happened to his own home. He tossed and turned each night, enough for Raditz to complain to Nappa that it was keeping him awake.

    Soon he turned 7, still a child in the eyes of a saiyan. After each fight he felt dirtier and dirtier, and visited the showers once, twice, three times a day. The soldiers on the ship joked that the prince was a germaphobe. He was too royal for their peasant germs. He was killing without purpose, without a fight and the guilt was eating away at him slowly, crumbling his sanity with each life he took. He was 8 when it happened.

    Nappa was heading to the bar before he stopped. Something in him, some primal, strange instinct, told him to go to the boys room. He rushed down the halls and to their room, where Raditz was snoring loudly with his arm draped across his face. Vegeta, however, was gone. He couldn’t ask anyone else if they had seen him, as he’d surely be punished for roaming parts of the ship he shouldn’t without Nappa present.

    Vegeta had gotten back late from a mission and decided to go take a shower. His body was covered in blood, none of which was his own. He watched as the red water swirled down the shower drain and slowly became pink, scrubbing his body with a bar of soap as he grunted to himself. Arms, chest, legs, feet, tail, and finally his hands. He lathered the soap between them, watching the bubbles form up and over his hands before rinsing them off in the water. To his surprise, the water revealed the blood was still there.

    “Damn shit must have stained them,” he huffed, turning off the water and drying himself with a towel. He quickly wrapped it around his waist and made his way to the sinks, grabbing his toothbrush and lining it with toothpaste. Until he saw his hands again. No longer tinted red, they were coated in blood. The fur on the end of his tail began to spike as he stared at it, quickly flipping them around to see if he had any open wounds. He ran the water and shoved his hands under it, scrubbing at the blood to get it off. 

     “What the hell!” He snapped, watching as nothing changed. He began to scratch at it, trying to peel it off to know avail. He hissed as he turned the water up, the heat becoming blistering hot as he started to claw at his own hands in a desperate attempt to get the blood off of himself.

    “Why isn’t it coming off!” He yelled, starting to get louder and louder as he grew more desperate. He felt filthy as his consciousness weighed down on him, his sleep deprived body and nightmarish life finally getting the better of him. “Get it off me!”

     Nappa knew he had to be in the showers, as it was the only place the kid ever went to when he wasn’t in the dining halls or his room. With how late it was, the dining halls would have closed ages ago. As he made his way down the corridors of the ship he could hear something. It was quiet at first, but slowly became louder and louder as he got closer to the men's showers. He could hear Vegeta, screaming out in pain. Nappa shot off and slammed through the door to the bathroom, following the sounds of the hysterical screaming until he found the prince by the sinks. Vegeta was sobbing, hands burnt red from the water. 

    “The hell has gotten into you!” Nappa yelled, ripping him away from the sink. He was going to scold the prince when he saw the claw marks all over his hands. Vegeta tried to shove him away, crying out for Nappa to let go of him but it all sounded like gibberish to the older saiyan. 

     “What are you doing!” Nappa yelled at him as Vegeta slammed a hand against his face, trying to make his way back to the sink. “You’re hurting yourself, what are you doing!”

    “I CAN’T GET IT OFF!” Vegeta screamed between sobs. “MY HANDS! THEY’RE COVERED IN BLOOD I CAN’T GET IT OFF!”

    “Vegeta there is no blood!” Nappa yelled, grabbing his wrists and holding him still. “But there’s going to be if you keep tearing at your skin!”

    “DON’T TOY WITH ME NAPPA JUST GET IT OFF ME! PLEASE I CAN’T- I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS PLEASE JUST GET IT OFF!”

    Nappa grabbed the prince and his clothes, clamping a hand over his mouth as he ran out of the bathroom and back towards his room. Vegeta dug his nails into the flesh of Nappa’s hand, sinking his fang’s into Nappa’s palm as the older saiyan grunted in pain. Vegeta was still trying to scream but Nappa’s hand remained firm, refusing to let anyone see the prince like this. The door to Nappa’s bedroom slammed shut as he locked it and tossed the prince on the bed, who immediately tried to book it back out the door. Before he could grab the doorknob, Nappa was in front of him, blocking his escape in the dark room. Vegeta beat his fists against Nappa’s chest, trying and failing to shove him out of the way. Nappa knelt down, taking Vegeta’s hands in his before sliding a pair of white gloves over them.

    “Look! There’s no blood! Now please Vegeta quit it!” He turned the prince’s hands over slowly, showing that nothing had seeped through. “See? You’re fine!”

    Vegeta glanced down, a sniveling mess as he turned his hands over on his own and studied the gloves. They were white, pristine, new, and soft. They cooled his burning hands and the silken fabric felt nice against the cuts he had created. “Th-there’s no more b-blood?”

    “None, Vegeta. There isn’t any blood. Okay?”

    Vegeta nodded as Nappa stood up slowly, making his way to his cabinet and pulling out gauze and ointment. He applied it to his palm first after cleaning it with a towel, Vegeta’s fangs having taken quite the chunk out of his skin. Then he bandaged it, sliding his gauntlets on over after so the prince wouldn’t see the reddish hue that would seep out soon enough. After tossing the towel, he made his way back over to Vegeta, who had calmed down remarkably and yet was still standing in the same spot Nappa had left him. He was staring at his hands, eyes lidded as sleep finally began to overpower him. Nappa grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him over to the bed, setting him down and getting the ointment ready. As he began to pull off Vegeta's gloves, the prince started screaming again, kicking Nappa away and tugging them back down.

   “NO!” He cried out. “NO YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM OFF!”

    “DAMN IT VEGETA I NEED TO MAKE SURE THOSE SCRATCHES DON’T GET INFECTED!”

    “NO! I’M YOUR PRINCE, I DEMAND YOU WILL NOT TAKE THESE OFF! EVER!”

     “Vegeta,” Nappa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep them on forever you’ll have to-”

    “I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!”

    “Vegeta I swear to-”

    “THAT’S AN ORDER NOW DROP IT!” Nappa didn’t say anything after that, handing the prince his pajamas and turning away. Vegeta changed quickly, grunting when he was done. Nappa frowned at the sight of the prince wearing gloves with his pajamas, but chose not to push it further. They’d deal with it in the morning and go to see the doctor then as well. 

    “Do you want me to walk you back to your-”

    Vegeta was quick to cut him off, voice trembling as he ran his hands together in his lap. “Can I stay here tonight?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he refused to meet Nappa’s eyes. Nappa looked down at the prince, an ache in his chest as he stared at the child that was forced to carry so much; but he was just that, a child. He shouldn’t have had to do any of this, not until he was much, much older. He should have been in the palace right now, spending each day training under his father to be the next king, not turned into a killing machine by a freak that regarded them as nothing.

    “Of course, your highness. You can stay here for the night.” Nappa quickly went and changed into his sleep shorts, scooting Vegeta over enough so he could fit along with him on his bed. The prince held his arm tight, body trembling as Nappa laid awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together whatever the hell had just happened. Even after Vegeta had finally dozed off, Nappa remained awake, unsure with what to do with the prince.

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    As time went on, Vegeta learned to live with it the best he could. The cuts he had caused on himself that night healed over, leaving small scars to forever remind him of his own shame and guilt. The blood he saw on his hands never truly went away after that but he learned to pretend he couldn’t see it. With time he was able to remove his gloves, but only for short periods before he’d quickly slip them back on. Just long enough to shower, trim his nails, or give the gloves a quick wash.

     After everything that happened on Earth, after what he did to Nappa, it was as if he were a kid again. The gloves would not come off. Ever. He had killed the man who gave them to him, who had tried to shield him from himself. For what? A power move? Now the gloves themselves were another reminder of his sins, but he found himself unable to swap them with a new pair. Now he was living in some Earth woman’s home after embarrassing himself in front of Frieza and a low level saiyan piece of scum. He slaughtered the Ginyu force, which was a bit of a two edged sword for him. Kakarot was gone at who knows where and he was stuck here, failing to do anything substantial. He had truly lost all meaning to his life.

     The gravity chamber the blue haired woman had helped build was where he spent most of his time. It gave him a break from dealing with everyone, including you. You were the most confusing out of everyone that was on this idiotic planet. He could never get a proper read on you. You were too… upbeat. He didn’t like to dwell on what he thought of you, and unfortunately found himself thinking of you during training at the worst of times.

    He had put his hand up to guard his face at the last moment as the battle bot shot at him, successfully blocking it but not without slight damage to his glove. There, on his right hand, was a clean tear.

    “Shit!” He yelled. “Damn it damn it damn it!” He blew the robot to bits before it could do anymore damage, throwing on his shirt and making his way back towards Bulma’s house. He felt sick as he glanced down at it, the deep red shade staring back at him through the slit.

    He made his way in through the back door, speed walking through the living room and down the hallway to where his bedroom was located. He didn’t have spares, he had never needed a spare. He searched around for anything that could be used as a makeshift glove. He ripped apart shirts and tried to cover it to no avail, too stressed to tie the knots properly with one hand. He shoved the fabric under the glove, only to rip it further. “Shit!”

     He didn’t know how to sew, he was a prince for the Gods’ sakes. He felt sick at the idea of what he was going to have to do but quickly realized there was no other option. He was going to have to ask for help.

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    You were sitting at Bulma’s kitchen table, waiting for your friend to get back from her date with Yamcha so the two of you could go shopping. You were sipping a glass of apple juice, the only thing in her fridge at the moment in terms of drinks. The coffee maker was on the fritz ever since Vegeta tried to beat the shit out of it to get it working. Apparently the glowing blue button wasn’t obvious enough for saiyans. You paused mid sip, wondering if perhaps he was partially colorblind. Your thoughts trailed off as he was suddenly standing in front of you, arms crossed and glaring in your general direction.

    “Juice? Seriously? What are you, five?” he frowned, opening the fridge and looking around for something.

    “Good morning to you too, your highness,” you grunted, raising the cup to your lips. “I was going to have coffee but for some reason the machine is broken.”

    He huffed in annoyance but said nothing else. You could tell he had just finished training as he was a dirty, sweaty mess. The singe marks across his suit only proved your point further. “There’s nothing in here,” he frowned, slamming the fridge door shut.

    “Yeah, I heard someone has been staying over and eating everything,” you replied, taking out your phone and scrolling through it. “I have no idea who it could be though.”

    Either he didn’t notice your sarcastic tone or he didn’t care. “Tell the other woman to go get more food then,” he snapped. “It’s not my problem.”

    “You could go get it yourself.”

    “With what money?”

    You rolled your eyes, “You’re a prince, aren’t you?”

    He slammed a hand down flat on the table, leaning beside you to try and meet your eyes. “The hell do you mean by that?”

    Without looking at him you opened your text messages, Bulma’s name quickly popping up. “What do you think?” He tried to glance over at your screen to see what you were going to text her before you shifted the phone away; it was like he was a child. “Do you mind?”

     “Are you texting her? Tell her to get the vanilla protein powder as well, I won’t eat the chocolate one. It’s disgusting.”

     “Yeah yeah sure,” you sighed, instead typing “his royal majesty is awake and grumpy. Please get here soon.” She replied by laughing at your message before sending a picture of her and Yamcha laughing in whatever breakfast restaurant they were in. For now, you were stuck with him.

    “She’s with the beta-male, isn’t she?” He frowned. You nodded.

     “They’re on a date I think? I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to tell.”

    You were surprised to hear him chuckle at that. “True. However I’d say they’re made for eachother. They’re both annoying and a pain in my ass.”

     “I’ll agree with that first part,” you giggled, setting your phone down and glancing over at him. You took another sip of your juice glass while he looked out the window. “Want me to make you a PBJ or something?”

    “Sure. While you’re at it can you pour me some juice as well and put it in a sippy cup?” He grunted, turning to face you and making an effort to roll his eyes. You don’t know why you even bothered.

    “Just trying to be polite.”

     He seemed like he wanted to say something else before he looked down at his hand. He began to fidget with his gloves a bit, the white things worn to death. When Bulma had offered him new ones he refused, rather rudely you might add, so you chose not to mention them. When designing new training outfits with her for him, gloves were always discussed but never elaborated on. “When is the blue-haired woman coming back?”

    You shrugged, “not sure.”

     He sighed, and for a moment, he sounded relieved. You went to ask him what was up before he started talking.

     “You’re a woman,” he grunted, pulling out a chair and sitting beside you. “You sew, right?”

     Ever charming, this one. “Fuck you but yes, I sew.”

     “I need you to fix my gloves,” he grumbled, continuing to mess with the one on his right hand.

    “I can just make you new-”

    “No,” he snapped, cutting you off quickly. “I need them repaired.”

    “Fine,” you said curtly. “Just leave them by my door and-”

    “No, you'll fix them now.”

    You crossed your arms, “Vegeta I don’t just carry a sewing kit on me.”

     He stared at you blankly before his eyes moved to your purse, which was resting on the back of your chair. “Then what the hell is that for?”

     You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled sharply as you chose to ignore his question. “Why should I help you in the first place? You’re not exactly-”

    “Please.” The word was uttered so quietly, so pathetically, you were almost positive you had dreamed it. There was no way on Earth that Vegeta had said ‘please’ to you of all people. You skimmed over his face to find he was looking at the table. After a few moments and your lack of response, his eyes snapped up, his face flushing a bright red. “Stop staring at me like that! I’m not going to repeat myself damn it! It’s embarrassing enough!”

    You blinked a few times, trying to hide the shock as you spoke, “come on, I have a kit in my room.” You placed your empty juice glass in the sink, beginning to walk towards the spare room Bulma had designated as your own. 

    The sound of his boots clicked across the wooden floor as he followed you. He was embarrassed to admit he found himself admiring your outfit. It was rare he ever saw you in anything besides casual or training clothes. Today, however, you seemed to be stepping it up. He felt his ears begin to heat up as he stared at your ass and hips before quickly looking at your hair. “Why are you dressed like that?”

     “Like what?” You frowned, glancing back at him. 

    His eyes briefly shot to yours before he glanced away. “You’re… dressed nice.”

     You almost tripped when he complimented you, “oh, uh, thanks.” You said, clearing your throat. “Me and Bulma are going out later.”

     “Why not wear your training gear? What if something were to happen?”

     “Then I fight in this,” you shrugged. “My clothes aren’t what makes me a fighter, Vegeta. Plus with you guys around I’d only get in the way.”

    “Sure, but you’re already weak enough as is. Extra protection wouldn’t hurt.”

    You didn’t know if he was trying to make sure you were safe or simply making fun of you. “With how burned your suit is from the training bots, I don’t think armor makes much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.”

    He simply grunted, watching as you grabbed the handle to your room. You opened the door and made your way to your desk, pulling out a drawer and rummaging around for your sewing kit. Vegeta stood in the walkway, staring at the floor before you pulled the kit out and set it on top of your desk. You tilted your head at him as you sat in your office chair, motioning for him to take a seat on your bed.

    “I’ll stand,” he frowned, stepping in apprehensively and making his way over to you. He had never been in your room before; he never had a reason to be in it. It was very… you. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It had your scent and although he’d never admit it, he liked it. It made a shiver run down his spine.

    “No, you’ll sit,” you countered. “I sew better sitting, and I don’t want you looming over me while I do it.” You flicked on your small lamp and smiled at him softly.

     He grumbled under his breath, something about how he doesn’t ‘loom’ over people, before sitting on your bed carefully. He was trying to sit as close to the edge as possible to be somewhat polite. It creaked a bit as he did so, one of your plushies tumbling over and onto the floor. He sneered at it before you picked it up and set it back in its place.

    “Alright, let me see it.”

    He shoved his hand in your direction and you stared at him as if he were an idiot. “Vegeta you’re really starting to piss me off, give me the glove.”

    “You can fix it as it is,” he snapped. “I’m not taking it off.”

    You crossed your arms again and leaned back in your chair. “Are you trying to fuck with me? Is this a prank or something?”

    “Why the hell would I do that!” He yelled, clenching your quilt in his fists. He heard the snapping of threads and quickly relaxed his hand. Whether from the glove or the blanket he wasn’t sure, but neither seemed like good options to damage. “This is serious! Do you think I’d ask you for help for fun?”

    You wheeled your chair closer to him, motioning for him to place his hand in yours. He held it out hesitantly, palm facing the ceiling as you took it carefully in your own. A shiver ran up his spine once as he watched you trace the tear with your finger tips before he quickly looked away.

     “I should be able to stitch it up, but I’m worried I’ll poke you with the needle by accident.” Vegeta didn’t say anything after that, face slightly pale and body tense. You squeezed his hand softly, “I need you to tell me what the deal with the gloves is. I won’t judge, and I won’t tell anyone else.”

     “Like I’d trust you,” he snapped back as he ripped his hand away. “This was a mistake.”

    You shook your head, setting his hand back in his lap as you began to thread the needle. “You don’t have to tell me I guess, but it would make everything easier. Maybe I can go get a spare glove from some-“

    He was quick to cut you off, growing more and more agitated the longer he stared at the open slit in the fabric. “I should've just done this myself. God forbid you be good for someth-”

     “Vegeta, I am trying to help you!” You yelled, finally having had enough. The prince seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst as you slammed the needle on the desk. “The first thing you do in the morning is belittle me, complain, and act like you own the place! Well you don’t! You treat me like shit, my friends like shit, and I still wanted to help you! Don’t get mad at me for trying to do something you asked me to do! If you want to do it yourself, fine, take my fucking kit and leave.” When you saw the look he was giving you, you immediately felt bad. His eyes were wide with shock, mouth slightly agape. It was the first time you had seen him make an expression that was anything like this.

     You went to start apologizing before he ripped the damn thing off and tossed it at you. It thumped against your cheek before landing in your lap. You grabbed it and waved it at his face haphazardly.

     “You didn’t have to throw it at me!”

    “Just hurry and fix it!” He yelled back, crossing his arms and refusing to meet your eyes. His hand was shoved under his armpit as he tapped his foot rapidly against the wooden floor.

      You quickly got to work, the prince growing more and more impatient as you fixed the tear. “Would you hurry up?”

   “I’m trying! I want to make sure it’s done properly so I don’t have to redo it!”

    He leaned forward slightly to watch you work. It was impressive how quick you were with it, precise as the needle wove in and out of the fabric with ease. He watched as you bit your lip and began to tap your foot just as he had. He watched as your hair slipped down from behind your ear before you quickly pushed it back into place. Your eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lap light, and his heart began to race. For a moment and a moment only, he finally relaxed. Then you were pulling the seam closed, tying the knot and smirking at your work.

   “Here, it’s done now you can-” He snatched it from you in an instant, struggling to put it on. You rolled your eyes, “a thanks would be nice.” He slid it on quickly, finally breathing a sigh of relief as he stared at the now closed seam. He could barely tell there had been a hole at all. He opened and closed his hand slowly to watch the fabric shift and ensure your work was good. Then he fell back on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

    You wheeled over to him again, watching as he shut his eyes tight and laid limp against your mattress. “Thank you,” was all he mustered up.

    “You’re welcome.” You replied, surprised he had even said anything. Your tone was soft when you spoke again, and he hated how it made him feel. “You can lay here as long as you need to.”

    Your phone went off in your pocket and you pulled it out quickly, finding a text from Bulma letting you know that she was home and going to take a quick shower. You stood up to leave before Vegeta sat up quickly, grabbing your wrist.

     “Can you stay?” He asked quietly, the glove soft against your wrist. You nodded, and quickly sat back down in your chair. He made his way once again to the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows against his legs as he clasped his hands together. He looked down at them, hunched over as he thought of what to say.

    “Ever since I was a kid,” he started, voice so low and deep it sent a shiver up your spine. “I have been a killing machine. It’s what I was made for and it’s all I’ve ever known.”

    You got up slowly and he paused before you nodded for him to continue. You shut and locked your door before walking back over to him and sitting in your chair. He nodded in thanks before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

    “I don’t have many memories of my father, and the ones that I do have are… complicated. Nappa raised me, if you could even call it that. Raditz was more of a nuisance than anything. Our goal was to survive, and one day I wanted to become powerful enough to beat Frieza. What a joke” He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back to the floor.

     “At first, taking lives was easy for me. I was doing nothing more than what I was assigned; I started to do more, go beyond what was required of me. The only one to praise me was Nappa, and even then it was never to my face. I was ridiculed and mocked, but it only pushed me farther, to do better. It was never what I wanted, but more so what needed to be done.”

    He didn’t know why the hell he was telling you this; he had never told anyone this. And yet now it was as if he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t shut his mouth long enough to think about what he was doing. “What was once hundreds went to thousands, then millions. I was eradicating races in the blink of an eye. Soon they weren’t just obstacles to me, but people with faces and lives I had ripped away from them. I had so much blood on my hands; I still have blood on my hands. So much blood that I will never, ever be able to get off.”

    He opened and closed his hands once more, the sounds of the fabric shifting in his grip. “I’m not a good man. Hell, I've never claimed to be one. But now Frieza is gone and it feels like everything I’ve done, everything I worked towards for years, was for nothing. The things I see in my sleep, what I feel when I’m awake, what I’ve gone through was for nothing.” He stopped for a moment, voice and tone becoming so quiet and serious you couldn’t believe it was the same person who had spoken to you just minutes ago. “I haven’t been able to look at my hands the same way since I was a child.”

     He finally looked up at you, eyes lidded as he smirked. You realized he was on the verge of tears. “Do you know how sad that is? A beast scared of his own damned hands. I’m a damn disgrace to my people.” He laughed after that, wiping his eyes and setting his hands back down. “Look at me, a prince crying in front of a damn lower life form.”

     You reached out hesitantly, tapping his hand with your fingers apprehensively. When he didn’t pull away you continued, scooting closer to him and pulling his hand up to lay between you both.

   You carefully ran your hand over his, sliding your fingers up and under the glove before pulling away slowly. You looked at him again, waiting for him to react or move away, to tell you to stop. Vegeta shut his eyes tight but didn’t pull away, his face pale as you set his glove carefully in your lap. To your surprise, his skin was soft, with yours perhaps being even rougher than his. Then again, you suppose that made sense if the saiyan never fought without them. 

    You traced your nails gently over his palm, studying the grooves in his skin and how neatly trimmed his nails were. “Well,” you started slowly, his breathing coming to a pause. “I don’t see any blood now.”

    Vegeta opened his eyes slowly, looking at your face carefully as you studied his hand. You were so delicate with him it made his breath hitch in his throat. 

    “Sure, maybe there was a lot there in the past, but not anymore. You can’t change what happened, but you can acknowledge it and move on, try to do better this time around.”

     When Vegeta looked at his own hand, he almost gasped in shock. It was his hand, as normal as any other. He looked back to you as you ran your thumb over top of his, gently moving your hand back and forth from his wrist to his knuckles.

     “You haven’t done good things, Vegeta. But I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you need time and care to heal, and the first step towards that was acknowledging what we talked about today.” You paused, thinking carefully over your next choice of words before smiling softly. “I think there’s good in you. No, I know there is.”

    He watched the way your hair tumbled down and around your face, and how gentle your stare seemed to be. You weren’t repulsed or disgusted, but caring and considerate. He felt a blush rise first to the tips of his ears and then his cheeks before he pulled his hand away and slid his glove back on. He stood up after that, walking briskly across the room without turning back. He unlocked the door and opened it, pausing to think for a moment. Then, he made his way down the hall, wondering what the hell had just come over him as his heart raced out of control.

    A few days later he came home to find a second pair of gloves folded neatly on his bed along with a note, “just in case <3.” His face flushed as he went to crumple it up, but upon reading it just one more time, he found he couldn’t. He shoved it in the drawer of his bedside table, grumbling under his breath as he left to go train.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: hi again! this is inspired by some squabbling i did with a friend earlier as he was suffering from a migraine. i wanted to try my hand at headcanons again as well!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: light mention of nsfw topics, like blink and you'll miss it light

Vegeta initially tries to hide that he's getting sick

he's very fucking bad at it tho

His nose is stuffed and he's forced to breathe through his mouth, and you can literally hear the congestion when he talks

He looks so tired, and his appetite is literally halved

"Vegeta, get back in bed." You tell him when he shuffles into the kitchen for breakfast

He may be sick, but he's still Vegeta

Which is to say he's still stubborn as hell

"How dare you talk to me that way?! I am-"

"You are pissing me off." You growl, picking up the nearest kitchen utensil and holding it up threateningly

This is the only time Vegeta wisely picks his battles

He growls and turns around to go back to the bedroom, bundling up in the blankets

"I'm cold, woman." He says when you come into the room with a tray of breakfast for him

You shove a beanie on him that you had specially made just for him, since the store bought ones didn't have a chance in hell of fitting over his mane of hair

he's also just got a big head

Vegeta sneers at you but remains quiet. He knows he looks like a damn fool, but with a bright red nose, there isn't much he can do to seem like more of the prideful, powerful Saiyan he is

You bundle him up properly in the many blankets, fluffing the pillows behind him so he can sit up and relax while he eats

"You call this a meal for a Saiyan?" He snarks. "Looks like an appetizer to the appetizer."

lol @ him not finishing it all

"You... Wouldn't bully a sick man, would you?" His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

"Of course not." You smirk and kiss his cheek. "But I certainly will bully a shit-talking prince."

"Please no."

You give him shit for only eating two pieces of toast and half of his eggs and bacon even after he's all better

and subsequently has the strength again to make you regret it

You catch him trying to sneak out of bed to go train, so you quite literally tackle him back into bed

"What... What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Stay. In. Bed. Vegeta." You straddle him and pin his wrists down. "I am not doing this with you this time. Keep your ass down until you can breathe through your damn nose. Are we clear??"

Vegeta blinks up at you, eyes wide

he's so goddamn hard rn

"Yes... Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." You hiss back and get off of him and go back to the kitchen to prepare his soup

he rubs one out while you're gone

He becomes a stage five clinger when he's sick

He whines if you're gone for too long, or after he wakes up from a lengthy nap and feels lonely

With that in mind, you tend to stay in bed with him. He likes to snuggle his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your torso while he snoozes

You run your fingers through his hair and usually watch a show while you cuddle your sick husband

He's adorable when he sleeps, occasionally adjusting and squeezing you tight, rubbing his face into your tummy before settling down again

He doesn't know why he gets so many sweet kisses when he does wake up, all groggy and confused about why he dreamt of riding Space Mountain with Goku

But he's certainly not complaining about the kisses

When Vegeta starts to feel better is when he starts to relish in being taken care of

He'll welcome all of his meals in bed and enjoy you giving him baths, and in general show his spoiled prince side

It gets to the point where you know he's all better, but the damn man is taking too much joy from being spoiled and pampered like he (in his mind, anyway) deserved

And when he gets to that stage, all you have to do is smirk at him and say one sentence

"Goku's gotten even stronger, I've heard."

That gets him off his ass and out the house again in no time

Bonus- Vegeta Taking Care of You Headcanons

You usually end up catching whatever Vegeta was sick with once he's gotten better

He's definitely not as good as you are at being a caretaker, but he still tries

He doesn't say it much, but he's grateful to have you around for when he's at a low

He does his best to mimic the things you did for him

He's a terrible cook though, so he goes out to various restaurants for takeout while you're unable to cook, otherwise you'll both starve or die in a house fire

He'll draw up baths for you and bridal carries you to the tub, gently stripping you down and setting you into the warm water

You hum softly and relish each stroke of the washcloth that he runs over your body

"Thank you, 'Geta." You whisper

"I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't take care of you."

He holds you to his chest and watches tv, your face in his neck while you take naps

He'll kiss your forehead every now and then and pull you just a little tighter to him

He's certainly thankful you're not as much of a brat as he is when he's sick

He usually ends up reflecting on how much you must love him to be able to put up with him, sick or not

"Yeah, well... I love you too, y'know." He murmurs. "If there's anyone in this world who's gonna take care of you, it's gonna be me."

You snuggle up just a bit closer, eyes still closed. "My Vegeta..."

"All yours, princess."

[thatcasualgamergirl]

WIP 👀

Saw the Vegeta-colored high heels and did an unoriginal thing.

(I’m genderbending him)

[secretsofdbz]

Oh look a new chapter is out!

Chapter 27 out of 28

Trunks had a brief moment with her mom and a version of Future Gohan who knew her as a girl, but it was cut short and.. she was unconscious.

RIP her heart.

(also Vegeta is back from the dead, and piccolo is trying to survive being "the serious parent" to both Goten & Trunks AND Android 17 & 18 because they're all menaces)

[sweetescapeartist]

OK, hear me out. Comic/Story idea: Vegeta gets turned into a woman. Krillin has to help her gather Dragon Balls to wish her back. As she spends time with him, she starts to realize she's attracted to him, which annoys her, but that only builds the tension. Finally she breaks and jumps him. At first Krillin is hesitant, as it weirds him out, but between the sensation and how enthusiastic she is for him, he gets into it. She's creampied multiple times. It culminates with Krillin realizing they were right next to the last Dragon Ball, holding up, and Vegeta grabbing it and aggressively tossing it into the distance before taking him in her mouth, eager for his seed. She chooses to remain a woman to get to do this forever. Could even do an entire sequel on how Bulma and 18 react to this.

I mean, it's an idea that could work. Just not the kind of idea I'm interested in a character being one sex then transforming into another sex (a dude turning into a chick or a chick turning into a dude). That just doesn't do anything for me. Kinda like how I am with futanari. I'm like “Well that's interesting... anyway.” Not saying those kinds of stories can't be interesting. Just that it wouldn't be interesting if written by me.

The way I would do it is that Vegeta was a female from the beginning, so the journey for the Dragon Balls wouldn't be a plot point. I'd probably make it take place during the 3 years they trained to fight the Androids or during 7 year skip between Cell Saga & Buu Saga. Fem-geta is training in the wilderness, comes across Krillin training, some sparring between the two which leads to some 🔞 stuff.

However...

A Fem-geta story would be more interesting if she had a crush on Yamcha imo. Bulma getting upset with Yamcha for no reason, Yamcha trying to stick with Bulma but tired of her being a brat, Fem-geta aggressively yet shyly trying to get Yamcha's attention. Would make for a fun love triangle story. And maybe Yamcha gets both at the end.

And if things were to get NSFW... 👀

[gay-fucking-goblin]

Today's trans fem character of the day is Vegeta

[chocolatelovingfnficgirl]

Looking for a dbz fic

Hey if you could reblog this I would appreciate it!

This fic had a Turned into a girl! Goku. It’s eventually vegeta/ Goku. I know that it was an accidental wish from the dragon balls. I remember a scene where Trunks (who is canon Trunks) confront Vegeta and he threatens him to stay out of his business. I believe they were in the hyperbolic time chamber at some point. Also in the latest chapter they were in HFIL for some reason.

Please help me find it! It’s driving me crazy.

[skittybot]

Source

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 31: Face Sitting(I'm so bad...)

warnings/kinks: smut, face sitting, oral sex(fem receiving), Vegeta is soft word count: 0.5k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader teaser: “Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic a/n: Here we are, another Kinktober gone by! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Vegeta thinks it’s ridiculous that you find yourself so ugly. In his eyes, you might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You are glowing, beautiful and just so precious. You remind him of simpler times and why he’s allowed to live on this earth without being sentenced to death.

When you first showed up in his life, he scoffed and brushed you off. He often gave you the cold-shoulder. But now, he was so in love with you. He wants to be able to show you just how much he loves and adores you. He even worships you at this point, which is saying something because Vegeta wants people to worship him, not the other way around.

When he mentions you sitting on his face, you blush and shake your head. You mumble something about yourself being too fat or too heavy. He laughs softly at that, which only makes you feel even more self-conscious about it. You turn away from him, looking down at your feet. He panics, thinking he’s done the worst.

But when he grabs your hand and makes you face him, you see the love he has for you in his eyes. So you begin to wonder if maybe sitting on his face to receive such pleasure would be a bad thing.

It all happens so fast, he’s got you on the bed, then he’s helping you hover over his face. Your clothes are stripped away from your body in haste as he spreads your pretty thighs. He needs to taste you.

“Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.”

You never knew him to have such tact for these types of things, but him coaxing you and helping you get over your insecurities helps you so much. You feel his warm breath on your pussy as he begins to help you lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth. You whine when you feel his warm and adept tongue fluttering around your folds before he swirls it around your clit.

“That’s it,” he says in a muffled voice. “Let yourself enjoy this.”

His gloved hands feel so good on your thighs as he parts them. You let out a soft moan as his tongue plunges into your tight hole, trying desperately to get all the sweet nectar he can. Vegeta feels so hungry for you, and having you in this position really makes it easy for him to demonstrate his love for you but also his strength. To him this is perfection.

It takes little time for you to completely be lost in this pleasure. With his tongue expertly working your cunt, you begin to grind against the Saiyan prince’s face. He smirks as you begin to move against him, knowing he’s helping you let go of some of these insecurities.

It’s not long before you’re tugging at his hair, moaning desperately for release. Vegeta continues to lap at you, working your most sensitive spots. A few more swipes of his soft tongue and you’re brought to such an earth-shattering orgasm. Vegeta grunts as your juices begin to fill his mouth. Once you’re coming down from your high, you try to dismount him but he’s got you pulled down to his face once more.

“Did I say I was done with you, woman?”

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Reader Harem/poly fic, Valentines day special!

Title: A Beacon of affection (porn with plot) The (female) reader gets some lovin'! Vegeta/Reader, Goku/Reader, Gohan/Reader, Future Trunks/Reader, Broly/Reader, Gogeta/Reader, Goku/Reader/Vegeta, Goku Black/Reader.

Summary: A dystopian AU taking place many years after Super. Goku Black is roaming the Earth through different timelines, wreaking havoc wherever he goes. He is on a mission to hunt down the last of the Earth's inhabitants, determined to leave no survivors.

Given their genetic resilience and elongated life spans, a handful of Saiyans are left to fight for their survival. They’ve retreated to a shielded area located under a mountain range, carefully hidden from Goku Black’s sinister gaze.

You are one of the last remaining humans, trying to survive the hostile terrain. One day, a radio message leads you to the Saiyan’s shelter, where you meet Gohan, Goku, Vegeta and Future Trunks (and later Broly). You are the first non-related female they've seen in years, and your peculiar pheromones quickly start to drive them to the edge of madness.

To your own surprise, something drives you to reciprocate, resulting in a complex yet passionate poly cohabitation.

That is, until Goku Black picks up your delicious scent… Will the Saiyans be able to rescue you in time and finally defeat this fearsome enemy, or is it too late?

Chapter 1

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«— Era una mañana muy tranquila en la Montaña Paoz, los Son estaban felices por la llegada de su nueva integrante y su nombre es Son Gine, el nombre se le había ocurrido a Goku cuando lucho con su hermano Raditz, el Sayajin menciono a el nombre de su verdadera familia.

La bebe al escuchar el nombre de su difunta abuela, no pudo notar reír y Milk no tuvo otra opción que aceptarlo, en cuanto a Gohan estaba feliz porque era hermano mayor y se prometió protegerla de todo mal.

Los guerreros Z al enterarse de la llegada de la hija de Goku, no dudaron en visitar a su amigo y felicitarlo, incluso el mismo Picoro y Vegeta estaban presentes.

Milk estaba preparando mucha comida, con tantos invitados en su hogar y gran apetito de los Sayajines, el almuerzo seria el quíntuple o incluso más de lo que se esperaba, estaría muy ocupado este día, aunque Bulma no la iba a dejar sola, estaba ayudando hasta que demostró a Gohan cuidando de su hermana y al pequeño Trunks su hijo, no pudo evitar sonreír al verlos reír.

— Y dime Milk, ¿Has pensado en el futuro de Gine? — pregunto la peli azul mirándola — Sé que es apenas una bebe y que es una extraña pregunta, pero, me he hecho la misma pregunta desde que Trunks nació y aún no tengo una respuesta. —

Las dos estaban preocupadas por el futuro de sus hijos, Milk solo suspiro y miro a Gohan ya Gine — Me gustaría que fuera una investigadora famosa, incluso pensé la misma pregunta cuando nació Gohan — ella hizo una pausa y comenzó a servir la comida.

— ¿Pero? — pregunto Bulma de nuevo.

— Gohan y Gine siempre serán los hijos de Goku, y el querer proteger a la tierra está corriendo por su sangre — explico la mujer luego miro a su amiga — Si los dos quieren ser igual de fuertes como su padre, entonces no puedo hacer nada respecto a eso, esa sera su decision.

Bulma solo la miro muy sorprendida, pero luego remplazo esa sorpresa por una sonrisa — Tienes razón — la peli azul miro a su hijo — Trunks cada día se parece más a Vegeta y es muy probable que entrenará, aunque espero que no sea un gruñón como Vegeta — ambos comenzaron a reír por el comentario.

Mientras que las dos mujeres terminaron aquel almuerzo, todos los invitados felicitaron a Goku por el nacimiento de su hija, incluso el mismo Picoro lo estaba felicitando, pero ocurrió algo del cual nadie se lo esperaba.

— En verdad me has dejado sorprendido Kakaroto — dijo Vegeta con los brazos cruzados y con una sonrisa de medio lado, haciendo que Goku lo mirase seriamente — Tu hija ha heredado la sangre Sayajin, solo espero de que sea lo suficientemente fuerte. —

— ¿A qué quieres llegar con todo esto Vegeta? — pregunto Goku observándolo seriamente, en verdad no quería comenzar una pelea justo ahora, y muchos menos si se trataron de su hija menor.

— Quiero felicitarte — dijo desviando la mirada, haciendo que todos se sorprendieran, incluyendo a las dos mujeres que estaban a punto de detener a sus esposos — Pero que esto no te confunda maldito insecto, esto no cambia el hecho de que te quiero destruir con mis propias manos. —

Esas fueron las palabras del orgulloso príncipe de los Sayajin, por lo que Bulma solo soltó un suspiro, pensando lo idiota que a veces puede llegar a ser su esposo, continuando con la celebración, se podía escuchar las risas y las charlas sobre las batallas con los enemigos mas poderosos.

Por otro lado, Puar, Oolong, Chaoz y Gohan estaban entreteniendo a los pequeños, haciéndoles caras graciosas, haciendo que estos se rieran.

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Vaya que ese día se quedaron solamente los buenos recuerdos, fue un momento de paz y tranquilidad, pero...

¿La paz en la tierra dudaría de ahora en adelante?, ¿Sin ningún enemigo que se interponga o acabe con la vida de la tierra ?

«— Todos ya se habían ido a sus casas y la fiesta había terminado, ahora lo único que necesitaban la familia Son, era un momento de descanso, los adultos estaban en la sala manteniendo un silencio realmente cómodo, mientras que los pequeños estaban en sus habitaciones.

Gohan solo estaba mirando las estrellas desde su ventana, mientras que la pequeña bebe estaba en su cuna, profundamente dormida, el joven Sayajin solo se acerco hasta la cuna para ver a su hermanita.

— Serás muy fuerte Gine, solo es cuestión de tiempo para que dejes salir todo tu poder, solo que en el momento indicado — dijo Gohan sin dejar de mirar a su hermana, aunque ella poco a poco fue abriendo los ojitos, para así encontrarme con su hermano mayor, por lo que no evito sonreír al verlo — Solo espero que nuestra madre no se enoje cuando empiece a entrenar — se rio y volvió a mirar la ventana.

— Todo está muy tranquilo — pensó él al recordar cada momento en el que estuvo en peligro, también grabó las veces como la ira lo consumió incontables veces en las que su padre y sus amigos se sacrificaron por él — Haré todo lo posible para protegerte Gine, lo prometo — se prometió así mismo.

Unos ligeros golpes se hicieron presentes, interrumpiendo aquel silencio que se había formado en la habitación, el joven solo volteo para ver a sus padres parados en la puerta.

— Creí que ya estabas dormido Gohan — Milk acercándose hasta su hijo y luego coloque sus manos en sus mejillas — ¿Está todo bien cariño? — pregunto preocupándome.

— Estoy bien mamá, solo estaba cuidando un momento de Gine — explico el joven Sayajin rápidamente, tranquilizando a su madre.

— Eres un buen hermano mayor Gohan, pero, es momento de que vayas a dormir — dijo Goku, sorprendiendo a su esposa e hija, por lo que él se había quedado algo confundido — ¿Dije algo malo? —

Milk solo negó con la cabeza, sonriendo se acerco hasta su esposo, besando su mejilla — Al contrario, dijiste lo que todo buen padre diría — ambos miraron a su hija, quien aún seguía despierta — También esto va para ti mi niña. —

Goku podía presenciar la hermosa escena frente a sus ojos, su esposa cargando a su hija, tratando de hacerla dormir de nuevo, mientras que su hijo buscaba entre los juguetes de la bebe, algún peluche con el que pudiera dormir cómodo y tranquilamente toda la noche , al menos eso esperaban.

Sin embargo esa misma noche, el Sayajin comenzó a sentir un ligero dolor en su pecho, aunque solo lo ignoro para así volver a disfrutar de aquella escena de su familia, sonriendo, riendo y sobre todo que estaban felices.

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Quería seguir manteniendo aquella felicidad, volverse más fuerte para proteger a su familia.

Pero...

No todo puede ser felicidad, ¿Cierto?

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Días después del nacimiento de Gine, parecía que todo iba con normalidad, que la familia Son compartirían más tiempo juntos, lamentablemente eso no iba a pasar, aquel simple dolor que sentía Goku era mucho peor, el fuerte guerrero contrajo una rara enfermedad del corazón, la cual iba empeorando cada día y que no había alguna cura para que el Sayajin se recuperase de ella, ya que el dolor paso a ser sufrimiento y después con el pasar de más días, lo iba debilitando y matando lentamente.

Milk rezaba para que su esposo pudiera sobrevivir a esto, mientras que sus lágrimas eran liberadas por todo el sufrimiento que estaba pasando, en cuanto a la pequeña Gine no se quedara atrás, la pobre bebe estaba llorando en los brazos de su abuelo Ox Satán, aunque estaba preocupado por las dos y lamentablemente no sabía qué hacer ante esta situación, ya por último, la persona que estaba con ellos dentro de la casa era el maestro Roshi.

Él utilizó de darles el apoyo que merecían, pero, sabía muy bien que lo peor estaba por venir, la muerte de uno de sus mejores discípulos estaba a punto de llegar, todos los amigos de Goku estaban fuera de la casa, debido a que no querían ver a su amigo morir tan lenta y dolorosamente, todo era silencio entre ellos y lo único que se escuchaba eran los llantos del pequeño Trunks.

Gohan salió esa misma mañana a entrenar, tratar de despegar un poco su mente ante la situación, pero, al sentir como el Ki de su padre iba despareciendo poco a poco, no dudo en correr lo más rápido posible hasta su casa, al igual que el joven Sayajin, los guerreros Z sintieron lo mismo a excepción de Bulma, pero al notar la expresión de sus amigos sabía que todo iba empeorando.

Oolong y Puar sonrieron al ver al joven Sayajin, haciendo que los demás lo observaran, mientras que él entraba a la casa para dirigirse a la habitación de su padre, los que estaban en el lugar voltearon a verlo, mientras que él solo miro a su padre, pero...

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Ya era muy tarde.

Son Goku, el hombre más fuerte del universo había fallecido.

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— Pa... Papá — el chico no tenía palabras para describir lo que estaba viendo en estos momentos, pero, al ver a su madre llorar desconsoladamente, por lo que no dudo en acercarse hasta ella y que ambos se abrazaran.

— Lo lamento mucho Gohan, en verdad lo lamento — decía Milk llorando tan desconsoladamente y sin separarse de aquel abrazo.

Gohan trajo de ser fuerte por toda su familia, pero, las lágrimas comenzaron a descender por sus mejillas, incluyendo los llantos de la bebe se hicieron presentes, por lo que el joven y su madre se acercaron hasta ella y la abrazaron para tratar de calmarla .

En cuanto a los demás, Krilin fue el primero en quedarse sin palabras al no sentir el Ki de su amigo.

— No te mueras — dijo él en voz alta y sus ojos estaban cerrados, reteniendo las lágrimas, pero todos se quedaron impactados por aquella noticia.

— Ka... Kakaroto — murmuro Vegeta que seguía en shock por esta terrible noticia, en verdad no tenía palabras en este momento, de hecho ninguno de ellos las tenían...

Goku fue el mejor guerrero, era un esposo y un padre, ahora que tenía una bebe no la podría ver crecer, ella necesitaba conocer muy bien a su padre.

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Sin embargo, eso no iba a suceder.

«— Solamente habían pasado unos 6 y dolorosos meses desde que murió Goku, los Son hacían todo lo que podían por seguir adelante sin su ser más querido, al igual que el resto de los guerreros Z, pero, ¿Por qué nada podía salir bien ?

Dos seres poderosos aparecieron misteriosamente, no eran personas y tampoco eran máquinas, eran los Androides número 17 y 18, seres que fueron creados por el doctor Maki Gero, hasta que fue asesinado por sus mismas creaciones, ahora que Goku estaba muerto, para ellos ya no tenía caso seguir con ese objetivo principal.

Los guerreros incluyendo a Gohan, no dudaron en enfrentarlos, con o sin el guerrero más poderoso podrían detenerlos, pero para estos dos no son del tipo de oponente con el que te quieras meter a la ligera, el joven Sayajin solo observaba la batalla, hasta que todo paso tan rápido desde su perspectiva.

El primero en ser derrotado fue Vegeta, después Ten Shin Han, Yamcha y Krilin, el próximo objetivo de los Androides seria Gohan, por lo que Picoro no dudo en interponerse en aquella ráfaga de energía que atravesó su pecho, matándolo de inmediato.

El joven estaba en shock al ver el cuerpo de su maestro desplomarse en el suelo, la furia, el odio y la venganza lo estaban consumiendo en ese momento.

— Te perdonamos la vida por esta vez chico — Gohan miro hacia riba de él, fue número 17 que comenzó a hablarle con una sonrisa dibujada en sus labios — Solo asno un favor a mi hermana ya mí, vuélvete más fuerte para que podamos enfrentarnos como se debe, que nadie se interponga la interponga la próxima vez que nos volvamos a ver. —

— Nos vemos en la siguiente pelea — ahora fue la Androide y al igual que su hermano, también estaba sonriendo.

Ambos desparecieron de repente, mientras que Gohan transportó procesar lo que había dicho el Androide, pero a la vez capturado de contener su rabia al ver el cuerpo sin vida de su maestro y amigos, tampoco pudo sentir el Ki de todos ellos y eso lo termino por destruir.

— ¿Por qué?, ¿Por qué lo hizo el señor Picoro? — murmuraba el joven Sayajin y las lágrimas no dudaron en salir de sus ojos — Se... Señor Picoro, Señor Picoro — repetía su nombre innumerables veces, mientras que contenían su ira — SEÑOR PICORO. —

Aquel grito de furia y el dolor que sentí, fueron lo que ayudaron a Gohan en convertirse en un Súper Sayajin, la furia era tanta que no podía contenerse, poco a poco su poder fue disminuyendo debido al enorme poder que poseía, destransformandose y cayendo al suelo inconsciente.

Al despertar, pudo presenciar el cielo oscuro y las estrellas adornándolo, se levantó del suelo y por última vez observó los cuerpos de sus amigos, al llegar a casa tuvo que entrar por la ventana de su habitación, aunque sabía que la furia de su madre mañana sería algo del cual no podía escapar, pero fuera de todo eso miro a su hermana, quién estaba en un profundo sueño.

— Te prometí que siempre voy a tratar de protegerte, pero, te entrenare para que tú también puedas proteger a la tierra junto con Trunks — murmura Gohan conteniendo más lágrimas — Tal vez no me entiendas Gine, ustedes dos serán los nuevos guerreros si llegase a faltar y poder salvar nuestro mundo de esos androides, estoy seguro. —

Después de esa tragedia que paso este día, él sería el próximo guerrero y se enfrentará a los Androides, entrenaría a su hermana ya Trunks, la tierra vivirá en paz una vez más, Gohan es solo un niño, pero sabía muy bien en lo que se estaba metiendo, debía vengar la muerte de su mentor y de sus amigos, aunque no debía subestimar a los androides, ya que son seres sumamente poderosos.

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Este es el nuevo futuro de la tierra y los nuevos guerreros la protegerán a toda costa.

Esos Son Gohan, Gine y Trunks.

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[spilledbeans116]

Taking a Sick Day

(Raditz x Reader)

Raditz x fem!reader - 2,468 Words - SFW

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This fic was a request by an anonymous user! The prompt was as follows:

"Can I request a Raditz one-shot please? Where the reader is sick and he's taking care of her."

I did just that! You can imagine this as being part of the Princess Saga universe I suppose, minus Earth being fine. Otherwise it’s just an alternate saiyan AU! I hope you all enjoy!

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     Raditz was pacing back and forth in his room, unsure of what to do. Kakarot was off-world doing who knows what, probably visiting Earth again or something stupid like that. The point was he wouldn’t pick up his scouter, and Raditz was running out of options. Nappa wasn’t answering either, leaving only one more person he could call. He shut his eyes tight as he placed his fingers upon the scouter, clicking the button twice as the transmission was sent out.

     “The hell do you want?” Snapped the prince, sounding a bit breathless. A few grunts came from the other end and Raditz quickly realized he must be sparring or something similar.

     “I need… help.” He replied weakly, running his hands through his hair.

     Vegeta laughed at him, the sound slightly staticy through the scouter’s speakers. Raditz simply sighed, rolling his eyes as he waited for Vegeta to stop making fun of him. “Why the hell would I help you?”

     “I- well-“ he groaned, kicking at the floor before flopping down on his couch. “I think she’s sick.”

     Vegeta rolled his eyes, grunting again as he dodged the training bot’s laser attack. “You have to be more specific, dumbass.”

     “You know…” Raditz grumbled, face heating up as he began to fidget with his hands, “her.”

      “Oh right, your woman play-thing,” Vegeta gagged.

     “Hey, don’t call her that!” Raditz yelled.

     “Watch your tone with me!” Vegeta yelled back before continuing, “Is she your girlfriend yet?”

     Raditz paused, “well not technically I haven’t asked her yet and-“

     Vegeta sighed, “get to the point Raditz.”

     “I don’t know what to do!”

     He could practically hear the way Vegeta rolled his eyes, “go take care of her?”

     “Yeah, but how? And what if I get sick?” 

     Vegeta actually stopped training for a moment, wondering if he was actually dealing with this right now. The moment was over as soon as it happened, however, as he was almost zapped by another attack. “Don’t be such a baby and bring her soup or something you idiot!”

     “What if she doesn’t like soup!”

     Vegeta grit his teeth, “then pick something else! She’s your girlfriend damn it!” At that the call ended, and Raditz rolled his head back into the couch cushions.

     “She’s not my girlfriend,” he huffed. What the hell was he supposed to do?

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    What the hell were you going to do? You felt awful; so awful that awful was an understatement. You weren’t sure if this was a common cold being taken to the extreme from lack of rest, or perhaps it had never been a cold to begin with and you picked up some virus while out on a mission last week. The point was you were running a high fever and your nose was running like a waterfall.

     Your body ached, worse than training with the boys always felt. It felt as though your skin was on fire, and lounging around in just a t-shirt and underwear still felt as if you were covered in winter clothing. Your tail hung limp behind you as you weakly made your way to the fridge, needing to get something to drink. 

     You felt awful having to cancel on Raditz yesterday. Hopefully he understood that you just weren’t up for going off-world, as excited as you had both been for it. The last thing you wanted was to get him sick or simply overdo it and get worse.

    You felt like you were hallucinating when there was a knock at the door and you stopped to stare at it for a moment, tail barely twitching as you concentrated on the sound. The knock rang out once more, louder this time, as you made your way to it.

     “I’m comin’,” you groaned, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and wrapping it around your waist haphazardly. You grabbed the door knob and twisted it slowly, cracking the door open slightly just to take a peak at who it was.

     Dressed in a dark-brown tank top and black sweatpants was none other than the long-haired man himself. He was carrying a gift bag in one hand, along with a tray of something else in the other. His smile was gentle as he waited for you to let him in. “Hey sleepy-girl, how ‘ya feeling?”

     You opened the door wider, slightly embarrassed of your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t brushed your hair today, but you were glad you at least managed to brush your teeth and shower for a bit so you were somewhat presentable. “Sick.”

     “Yeah, I can tell.” He walked in past you, tail brushing against your nose and causing you to giggle a bit before you shut and locked the door to your room.

     “Watch your tail, I don’t wanna get snot on you,” you snickered, waddling into the main foyer after him. 

     “Ew!” He laughed, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter, “don’t say stuff like that, it’s gross!”

    “It’s the truth!” You replied, a dopey smile lighting up your features. Raditz stood across from you, leaning against the countertop in your kitchen. Your little room was nothing grand; you had a small kitchen with a barely operating fridge and stove top, and a rounded table with four seats sat right near the edge of where the kitchen ended and the living room began. You had one couch, a small coffee table, and your television was sitting atop a small bookshelf across from them both. The only other rooms were the bathroom and your bedroom, which was a complete and utter mess at the moment.

     “Why are you here?” You croaked, moving back into the living and walking up to the coffee table. Your bathroom trash bin sat on the floor beside your couch-makeshift-bed, filled to the brim with tissues. You added another to the pile as you grabbed the box from the desk and blew your nose, Raditz wincing at the sound.

    “I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself,” he replied casually. “Eating, drinking, breathing; all the good stuff.”

    You giggled once more before that evolved into an avid coughing fit. He moved over to you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and steering you to lay down on the couch. “Gods you're burning up! What’s your temperature?”

    “You should know I run hot,” you winked, coughing into your elbow as he rolled his eyes and smirked.

     “Oh no, and you’re delusional! It’s worse than I thought.” You held in your laughter this time, not wanting to choke on your own giggles again. Raditz was so much larger than you, and often times tougher than most saiyans because of it. Today, however, his touch was gentle, and he pushed you to lay back slowly, situating your pillow behind your back before walking back into the kitchen.

     “Seriously though, why are you here? Did you forget something?” You asked carefully.

    He simply shook his head, pulling all that hair of his into a messy bun and washing his hands. “What, I need a reason to come and visit?”

     You thought for a moment, “usually you have some sort of excuse.”

    “What!” He snapped, crossing his arms. “I do not!”

    You began to count on your fingers as a smile crept up your face, “well, there was that one time you ‘forgot’ your favorite hair-tie.”

    “Have you seen how much hair I have?” He countered, waving at the piled up strands. “The others don’t work!”

    “Or you ‘forgot’ your phone but it was really in your pocket?”

     “I genuinely could not find it.”

     “And finally,” you said carefully. “Two days ago you woke me up early to go on our mission, which wasn’t scheduled until yesterday.”

    Raditz shrugged, “I am my brother’s brother. Brains isn’t exactly something my family takes pride in.”

     “Isn’t your dad a scientist?”

     Raditz grabbed the tray and gift bag and made his way over to you, quick to change the subject, “look, I brought food for you.”

     You sniffed carefully, smirking as the scent of a flavorful broth hit your nose. “You made me soup?”

     “No, I brought you soup. I can’t cook to save my life, luckily the dining hall had some on stand by.”

     You smiled anyway as he set the tray in your lap, the gesture on its own more than enough. “Thanks Raditz.”

     “No problem sweet heart,” he teased, ruffling your hair and grabbing your trash bin. He walked it over to your main garbage can and dumped it, setting it back down beside you carefully.

     “How’d you know this was my favorite?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting the spoon to your lips. You blew on it carefully before popping it in your mouth, tail wagging weakly behind you as you smiled and relaxed. “Man this is good. Just what I needed.”

    He smiled as he watched you eat it, glad you were feeling well enough to get some food into your stomach. “Believe it or not,” he chuckled, walking up to the tv and sticking a usb of some sort into the back of it, “I pay attention to the things you tell me.”

    “Sometimes,” you added playfully. 

    He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Sometimes.” He quickly snatched the remote from the coffee table and plopped down beside you on the couch, causing your body to bounce up a bit and for the soup to slosh around in the bowl. “Sorry.”

    “It’s okay,” you smiled, finishing off your soup and setting the tray on the ground. You tilted your head at him, “what did you put in the tv?”

     He shrugged, “just a USB.”

    You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “with what on it, dummy.”

    “Oh! Apologies, Vegeta,” he said quickly, smirking and bowing to you. “I didn’t realize I was speaking to the prince! Had I known sooner I-” He laughed as you shoved his shoulder before you started coughing again. His eyes whipped to yours quickly as he looked you over, concern clear as day in his stare. “Are you okay?”

    You nodded, the coughing not subsiding. He grabbed the water from the tray and handed it to you, encouraging you to take a few sips. You did, choking on the water a bit in the process but getting it down nonetheless.

    He wiped your cheek carefully, running a thumb over the corners of your eyes to wipe the tears that gathered there away. “Man you’re a mess.”

    “Thanks Raditz.” You croaked.

    “Come here,” he grunted, turning your body as if you weighed nothing at all. He placed a pillow on his lap and pulled your head down onto it, your legs resting comfortably on the cushions. He looked down at you and swept your hair out of your face before taking his out of the bun. “You need rest.”

    “I wanna see what you brought with you though,” you frowned. “What’s on the USB? And what’s in the bag?” He sighed, clicking through the menu options and loading up the video file on it. Your tail thumped happily as you read the title of the movie and glanced up at him. “There is no way you-“

    “I know, I know, it’s the WORST movie of all time,” he teased, poking your sides as you giggled. 

     “How dare you!” You squealed. “This is my all time favorite you ass!”

    “Mhm, that makes sense I suppose.”

    You glared at him, jabbing his side, “hey!” He laughed again, his voice echoing around the room and making your heart beat wildly in your chest.

    “Since it’s for you though I guess I can put up with it. Just this once.”

     You wrapped your arm around his leg and nuzzled into the pillow, a shiver running up his spine. He pulled a blanket over you as you relaxed, incredibly comfortable and at peace being taken care of by the large saiyan.

    “How’d you even get it?”

    “Through a very legal, not-virus filled website.”

     You shook your head, “oh, of course.” You glanced over at his feet, where the silver gift bag was laying, stuffed haphazardly with white and sparkly tissue paper. “What’s in that?”

     “Well, do you want it now, or when you’re feeling better?”

     You paused, rubbing your hand against your chin as you thought. “Is it something I’d want now?”

    He nodded, “I think so.”

     “Then I’ll take it now please.” You rolled onto your back, staring up at him as he leaned down and grabbed the handles of it. He smelled refreshing up close, his cologne breaking through even your overly stuffed-up nose.

     “Here you go,” he replied, handing it to you. “It’s nothing fancy so don’t-“

     “Oh you stop that,” you giggled, taking the tissue paper out. “I’ll love it no matter- OH MY GOSH,” you yelled, coughing into your arm again.

    “Careful! Geez!” He exclaimed. “If it kills you I’ll feel awful!” You pulled the stuffed animal out of the bag slowly, admiring the pristine fabric and the little red bow around its neck. It was your favorite animal in your favorite color, and you wrapped your arms around it tightly. The fabric was soft and plush in your hands, and your smile lit up your features.

     “Raditz, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me. Ever.” He waved his hand at you.

    “You’re just saying that,” he grunted, the tips of his ears heating up. Your eyes felt heavy laying there like that, and you turned onto your side again to watch the movie, stuffy now clutched closely to your chest and the tissue paper being scattered around the couch and floor.

     “You’re a good boyfriend, Raditz,” you sighed. His tail puffed out as he looked down at you.

     “I- uh-“

     “Thank you.”

     “Y-y-you’re welcome,” he grumbled, face blushing bright red. He felt hot now, veins pumping fire beneath his skin. He might have even been as warm as you now. Had you called him that intentionally, or were you simply so out of it from the fever you had no idea what you were saying?

    He glanced down at you once more, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you snored softly. The combination of him, the movie, warm soup, the stuffy, and his gentle care having finally allowed you to get some much needed rest. He placed a kiss to your forehead, his tail intertwining with yours as he ran a hand through your hair and you smiled. He’d ask you about it when you were feeling better in a few days. Hell, after he got better. He wasn’t leaving your side until you were healthy again, and that probably meant getting himself sick in the process. That was something to deal with when it happened, however. Right now though? He was just happy you were okay.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Lost Part One | Vegeta x Reader |

part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

author's note: this is part one of what i plan to be a two part story, as it was getting long! this part alone is just over 5k words. also edit: i forgot to add that when reading this, the canon timeline of events does not apply and should be read without that exact timeline in mind

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence, amnesia

Chi-Chi's setting the table for breakfast when she notices something falling from the sky. She frowns and squints her eyes, leaning in closer to the window to try and make out what was falling in the distance. She closes her eyes and breathes out a sign, rubbing her forehead with her forefinger and thumb. Whatever it is, she just knows her husband will get involved. It's like Spidey-Sense at this point.

She takes a deep breath as she hears the rumbling on the wooden floors of Goku and Gohan, running as quickly as possible to the table. They raced every morning, and Goku was normally the victor. Chi-Chi's just glad the two of them banned Goku's use of instant transmission; the arguing between the boys about it and the way he'd bump right into Chi-Chi as she was plating a hot pot of rice always plucked her nerves.

But when they run past the table, she's utterly stunned. "W-Where are you going?? Breakfast is ready!"

"There's a strong power level!" Gohan hastily explains, and Chi-Chi considers this a new record. Barely twenty seconds went by before they went and involved themselves. And they hadn't even eaten breakfast!!

Goku's the first to reach the source of the crash, little Gohan not far behind him. There's a crater in the earth from the impact, and Goku frowns when he peers into it. "Is that…?"

"A person?" Gohan frowns and watches Goku hop in to investigate. "Dad, be careful…"

"It's gonna be alright, Gohan." Goku assures him with a smile and thumbs up. Gohan grimaces and keeps a watchful eye on his father, fists curled and ready to go at any moment.

Goku approaches the body carefully, frowning as he gets closer. The uniform looks just like what Vegeta wore when he first came to Earth; only this suit is tattered in many places, with plenty of cuts and bruises on the skin that was exposed because of it. "Looks like one of Frieza's. But Frieza's dead." He mutters to himself, crouching down closer to examine the woman.

"A tail." Goku blinks at the furry appendage wrapped weakly around her waist. "Gohan, go home."

"Dad?"

"Nothing's wrong, son. Just… Go eat your breakfast, okay? Your mother worked hard on it."

"But Dad-"

Goku turns to look at his young son, smiling gently at the boy. "I think she's a Saiyan."

Gohan blinks. "But Vegeta said there are no more."

"Guess there's some stuff even Vegeta doesn't know." Goku laughs and rubs the back of his head, looking back at you. "But her power level is pretty strong."

"I think it's higher than Vegeta's when he first came to this planet." Gohan hums, his lips twisting in thought as he compares.

You groan as you begin to come to, the sun burning your eyes and sending your brain into despair, the pain from your battle and the crash down onto the ground battering you senseless. Your eyes clamp shut again and your next moan of pain is agony to your broken and bruised ribs. It feels like every part of your body was beaten to nothing, your bones mere dust and your muscles paper mâché.

There's a sudden shadow in front of you, graciously blocking the sunlight. You can't remember a damn thing; where you are, why, how, nothing. All you can even try and think about is how much pain you're in. You taste blood in your mouth, mostly dry at this point, and your ears have been ringing since you woke up. Despite the injuries, you still have enough grit in you to speak.

"If you wanna kill me… 'M gonna… Make you… Work for it." Your teeth grit together in a move that's excruciating for your headache and pry your eyes open to glare at the stranger. He's smiling despite your threat, like you'd said you wanted some damn tea and crumpets with him.

Good lord, where am I?

"Well sure, if you wanna fight we can, but I don't think it'd be too fair."

You growl softly, the feeling irritating your practically raw throat. "Don't underestimate me."

"Yeah, she's a Saiyan." Gohan deadpans.

"A what?" You scowl.

"A Saiyan with amnesia." Gohan facepalms. He really doesn't need another Saiyan, especially one that doesn't know a damn thing about themselves.

"C'mon Gohan, let's take her home. She needs a Senzu."

"Okay Dad!" Gohan jumps into the crater and carefully works to be gentle as they pick you up. Your cry in pain is heartbreaking even though he doesn't know you; you're obviously a full-blooded Saiyan, and you've clearly been part of the Frieza Force at some point of your life. You've definitely seen and been through a lot, and now you're an amnesiac that's nearly dead.

And he thought his father couldn't catch a break.

Gohan grabs the back of his father's gi and is suddenly whisked back home before he can even blink, the three of you right at the front door of home.

The fuck just happened???

"Chi-Chi, don't get mad!" Goku calls out when Gohan opens the front door.

Where the hell are they taking me…?

"Goku…" Chi-Chi narrows her eyes when she hears her husband's voice, and the little hairs at the back of her neck stand. "What happened."

"Mom, we found a Saiyan." Gohan explains, looking up at his mother with his most pure, innocent eyes. "She's really hurt and has amnesia, like Dad."

Chi-Chi's eyes flick to her husband, and he's got his own pleading face on. In her heart, she knows why Goku wants to save you. It's stupid and dangerous and utterly reckless but she can't tell him no right now. Against her better judgment and following far too much of the heart that belongs to Goku, she covers her face and takes a deep, calming breath.

"Alright, Goku."

"I knew you'd understand, Chi-Chi." Goku's eyes are shining and she melts under that gaze of his.

Gohan's got a rarely-used quilt in hand and is draping it over the couch when Chi-Chi finally breaks away from looking into her husband's pure-hearted eyes. Goku is gentle when he puts you down, shushing you softly when you groan in pain.

"It's okay. We're gonna get you a Senzu Bean."

"A what?"

"They'll heal you up in no time. You'll be brand new."

"Magic beans." You sigh softly, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, kinda." He says softly, knowing just how badly a concussion hurts. "Just stay awake, okay?"

"My body hurts too much to sleep." You grumble. It was nothing more than the truth; the agony's grip on each, individual cell that made up your tortured body was too strong to even let you consider dozing off.

"Dad, bad news!" Gohan rushes back to his father. "We're out of beans!"

"What?! Who took the last one??" Goku frowns. "How does this always happen…"

"We gotta see if we can get some more!"

"Gohan." Chi-Chi crosses her arms. "You have schoolwork to do."

"But-!"

"School. Work. Gohan." The boy's mother narrows her eyes and the sight alone has him rushing to get his books.

"Your mom's right, Gohan. I'll go get some more beans and be right back!" Goku stands, pressing two fingers to his forehead. You look up at him, perking your brow.

"What are you-"

pop.

"... Did he just fucking disappear." You deadpan.

"Ah, yes." Chi-Chi says politely.

I'm dead, aren't I?

pop. "Bad news."

"Ugh…" You groan. You don't think you'll be getting used to that sudden in-and-out anytime soon.

"What's wrong?" Chi-Chi asks, her eyes full of concern.

"No Senzu Beans." Goku sighs. "Korin said it's gonna be a couple weeks before even one is ready to go."

"So…" Chi-Chi says slowly.

You snort, regretting it immediately. "So I'm probably going to die since there aren't any magic beans."

"No, we'll make sure that doesn't happen." Goku shakes his head. You huff a breath out and force yourself up with your remaining strength, swallowing down your cries of discomfort threatening to spill out.

"No use for me to bleed out in your house."

"Stop, please." Goku kneels and carefully pushes you back down to the quilt. "You're not going to die. I promise, okay? We'll take care of your wounds and get you the first available Senzu."

"You sure you wanna just invite a stranger in like this?" You cough, having irritated all of your insides. "'Cause she doesn't look too thrilled."

Goku looks up to his wife, and she sighs softly. She loves his purity and his will to help you, but having you in her home was such an uncomfortable, burning feeling in her stomach.. "Goku… Let's take her to a hospital, and you can visit her there. I just don't like the idea of a stranger in our home."

Goku nods and stands, taking her hand in his and gently squeezing her fingers. "That's fair, Chi-Chi."

"Hold on, do I get a say in this?" You grumble. You feel like you're a damn child at this point.

Goku blinks, visibly taken aback. As if he hadn't really thought about what you wanted. How could you not want to be taken care of by them?

"I-I…" Goku frowns. "Yeah, I guess. What do you wanna do?"

"Hospital's fine."

Gohan facepalms with a loud sigh. You're reminding him of Vegeta; stubborn and always having to have things on your own terms. He wonders if that's how all Saiyans were. And if so, he's glad his father was dropped as a child.

He is so not the pillaging type.

In the hospital, your body heals with ease over the coming weeks. Your memory, however, doesn't come back to you, not even a little tidbit of information has struck you at any moment at all. Your dreams center around space, but as you're apparently a 'Saiyan', according to Goku and his sweet little Gohan, you're from there. So, space is not very surprising.

Good lord it'd be nice to know your own name.

On Goku's most recent visit, you've unattached yourself from all the machines and monitors they've got you hooked into. "Get me out of here." You say with a dead stare. "I'm starving."

Goku laughs. "Good, 'cause I came here to get you out anyway! We finally got a Senzu!"

"Hmm, I think I'm past-due on one of the magic beans. My body is all better." You shrug.

"Oh, okay." Goku shrugs before smiling brightly at you. You were beginning to find that smile endearing, as if you couldn't tell him no when he gave it. "Anyway… Chi-Chi said I could invite you for dinner!"

"Oh." You smile a bit to yourself. She'd brought Gohan to see you a few times during your hospital stay, and for a woman with no memory, you managed to make a friend in Chi-Chi anyway. She was a delightful, feisty woman and you found that extremely endearing, and also familiar.

"So let's get you out of here and go eat! Oh man, I caught a whiff of it before I came here and you're really in for a treat."

"I'm so hungry." You whine, "They tried to bullshit me and say what they gave me is all I was allowed to have! And then they stuck me with some sort of poison and next thing I knew I was back in bed!"

"They what?!" Goku frowns. "Wow, that's cruel!"

"It is, isn't it?" You sniff indignantly and put on some of the clothes Chi-Chi had given you. It's a light purple cheongsam with gold, blue, and light pink flowers and golden trim. She'd paired them with nude flats, and Goku covers his eyes with his hands until you give him the all-clear, and his smile is soft when he sees you in his wife's old dress, your tail instinctively wrapped around your waist thanks to the cutout Chi-Chi took the time to make. You certainly owed her quite the hug when you next saw her.

"You look great." He says genuinely. "Chi-Chi sure knows her fashion."

"Yeah, I think so too." You've moved into the bathroom of your hospital room, flexing your biceps. Whatever you do over in Saiyan-land, it's made you practically a bodybuilder. A sexy one, at that.

"Alright, Goku. Let's go eat."

Goku practically sprints to you, holding your shoulder before pressing two fingers to his forehead and teleporting you back to his home. You blink and stumble a bit, Goku having to steady you. You scowl up at him.

"Stop doing that!"

"Heh, sorry." Goku smiles innocently.

"Ah, I forgive you." You grumble, and then Gohan rushes inside. "C'mon, Mom cooked outside!"

Goku cheers and lifts Gohan onto his shoulder, running outside with you shortly behind them. And what surprises them is that you pass Goku. You're faster than him. By far.

That's when Goku realizes you're finally in peak condition.

A Saiyan warrior in peak condition.

"Oh, I gotta fight her." He whispers to himself, receiving a sigh from Gohan.

"After dinner, Dad."

"Good idea!"

"Dinner's ready!" Chi-Chi calls out and gestures to her massive spread. She's cooked for two and a half Saiyans and it shows. You make good on your self-promised hug to Chi-Chi, though admittedly it's short-lived because that barbeque smells heavenly.

Chi-Chi's the only one at the table eating normally, though you have more tact and grace compared to her husband. If she really thinks about it, she realizes that you and Vegeta have the same table manners. She wonders if you possibly knew Vegeta back in the day, and makes a mental note to talk with her husband about it later.

"How are your studies, Gohan?" You ask after you've finished eating. When you were hospitalized, Gohan taught you a lot about Earth and its history, along with things he's learned along the way of his young life.

"They're going great! I got another perfect score on a test today." The young boy beams at you, and you smile back proudly.

"We're going to try and get him into college!" Chi-Chi grins. Your jaw drops a tad and you look back to Gohan.

"You're gonna be the smartest guy in the world, kiddo. Keep up those studies. And… Maybe some training too. Just a little. Be the strongest scholar in the world. Okay?" You pat his arm supportively. You can take the memory of the Saiyan, but you can't take the instinct.

Gohan sighs a little at the lust for battle you share with his father, but his lips ghost a smile anyway. "I don't think that'll be too hard to manage."

"Dinner was great, Chi-Chi." Goku smiles softly at his wife, giving her a quick smooch to the cheek. Her cheeks always turn red when he does it; when he first learned that, he made sure to always do it at least once a day.

Chi-Chi does indeed blush, and you smile a tad wistfully at the exchange. There's an ache in your heart, and it makes you wonder if you have that, wherever you've been. Your face falls as you gaze at the evening sky, the warm colors a beautiful blend to light up your wistful eyes.

While Goku's oblivious, Chi-Chi isn't. She recognizes that stare; it's the one of longing, the one of wondering when your husband will come back. Wondering if he'll come back. She's far too aware of the feeling, and wishes you could remember something, anything of yourself. Someone had to be missing you, and sooner or later they'd come.

"Hey, let's do some training!" Goku grins and breaks your reverie. You blink yourself to the present, smiling when you realize what Goku's offered. You stand from your seat and head to the open field.

Chi-Chi's weary as Goku jogs with you. "Be careful! Only hand-to-hand!"

"Yes ma'am!" Goku calls back with a wave, and looks at you while you stretch. "Let me know if you need a break, okay? You did just kinda get out the hospital." He laughs.

"Tch. How about you let me know when you need a break." You smirk, and your tail tightens around your waist.

"Oh, you're not gonna tire me out that easy!" Goku matches your smirk and stretches his arms, doing a few hops and cracking his neck side-to-side.

Within a flash, your battle begins! You're naturally faster than Goku, but the limitations of your dress gives Goku an advantage, as he realizes your kicks are far superior to your still-hefty punches. Even Gohan, with his natural indifference that sometimes bordered on dislike of fighting, is impressed at the sparring session. Where your memory's failed, your muscle memory has not. You match Goku's pace well, landing a few hits and taking the ones he lands in stride, never letting him keep up an advantage for too long.

"You're pretty good!" Goku exclaims, grinning. He hasn't had this much fun in a while, he thinks. "It's too bad we can't take it further!"

"Take it further?" You perk a brow and practically bend over backwards to avoid his punch, a leg shooting out at his knee to shake his balance. "What's that mean?"

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know about Super Saiyan, would ya?" Goku's forced to step back after your kick, but he uses the momentum to his advantage and swirls around to land a kick to your side. You grimace and grasp his ankle as you begin twirling around in a circle to dizzy and then throw him.

"Tell me more."

"Woah!" Goku flies off when you release him, flipping around in the air a few times before settling himself and floating in place. "It's a big power up, it was said to be a legend apparently! But now I can do it, and so can Vegeta, another Saiyan on Earth!"

"Another Saiyan?" You push your lips out and wrack your brain, the fight officially over now. You don't know who he is or why you felt a twinge of something in your brain, but when Goku said Vegeta, it was as if your brain tried to jolt your memory back.

"Yeah! Now that I think about it, we should probably get Vegeta over here sometime so you can meet. For all we know, you guys knew each other and he could jog your memory!"

"Hmmm…" You rub your finger under your bottom lip as you try as hard as you can to remember this 'Vegeta'. It's latent, but you certainly seem to know of this man and it could be worth a shot to seek him out. "Might be a good idea."

"I'll see what I can do!" Goku smiles.

"Not tonight, Goku!" Chi-Chi yells out. "Gohan has to study, and we have to practice for his college admission interview!" Goku visibly deflates and lowers himself to the ground.

"Aww, alright, Chi-Chi." He mumbles. "But we gotta do it soon, okay?"

"Sure, just not tonight. Now, help me clean up!" Chi-Chi begins picking up dishes, her boys following her lead.

Your heart drops at the sight and tears well in your eyes, and before you know it you're flying off with no destination. Not that you could even have a destination right now. Your head's been hurting since you arrived on this godforsaken planet, trying to figure out who in the hell you are. Your chest is still so heavy, the image of that beautiful family moment burned into your brain. Your sense of longing chokes you; what you would give to have that moment once is immeasurable, and there's no doubt the Son family cannot count how many times they've done such mundane tasks together.

Eventually you land near a creek, falling to your knees and listening to the sounds of the rushing water and the crickets in the night. The ground beneath you pushes down from your weight on it, splashes of water from the river occasionally hitting your already ruined cheongsam. You catch your reflection in the water, gazing at yourself, a complete stranger. A fist suddenly splashes the water, spoiling the image of you. Anger starts to boil under your skin, consuming the depression with its sudden surge. Your tears remain but your heart thumps with all it has, a buzz in your ears while the adrenaline pumps inside of you.

All of your feelings boil over. The confusion at how you got here, the frustration of not remembering anything, the longing, empty feeling in your heart that you have no explanation for. The anger that appeared from nowhere consumes you and a feral, blood-curdling roar that echoes for miles escapes you, a strange feeling vibrating your body. Your eyes are closed, but you can see a wavering light through your lids.

You collapse into yourself, opening your eyes to see no evidence of any light source, though you could swear you saw it. Strangely, you realize this planet has no moon. "What the hell planet has no moon?" You mumble to yourself.

"There may have been an incident a few years ago."

You turn and send a beam of light in the direction of the sound, your unexpected visitor dodging easily. "Woah!" Goku moves away from your attack. "It's just me! I thought you could sense my presence!"

So maybe it was Goku being close by that made your hairs at the back of your neck stand. If only you could understand the damn cues your body has been giving you.

"I'm sorry." You mutter and turn back to the sound of the water.

You hear a soft sigh from him. "Chi-Chi told me to give you some space… But I didn't want you to be out here by yourself."

"I'm fine."

"Then let's go home."

"I don't have a home." You spit out, clenching your teeth so hard it's painful. He's got a warm home, a strong and beautiful wife and a bright young boy with so much potential as his son.

"Then let's go to your temporary home. You have a place with us for as long as you need it. You're…" Goku stops and sighs, coming to sit beside you. "You remind me of myself."

"Yeah?"

"I was sent here when I was a baby." He explains softly. "I don't know why my parents sent me away; my grandpa Gohan found me and named me Goku, and took care of me even before my own head injury. He made me who I am today because of my amnesia and I miss him a lot. I didn't realize it until a lot later on, but it's my fault Grandpa is gone. Saiyans with tails have a Great Ape transformation if we look at the moon, and I accidentally killed him during a rampage. I was all alone in the woods after that, until Bulma came along."

"You… Have amnesia?"

"I know it's not as bad as yours, since I was just a baby and you're an adult. But I dunno… I guess I felt attached anyway and that's why I wanted to save you so bad. And after all that time we got to spend with you in the hospital, Gohan and Chi-Chi wanted to keep you around too. So I promise you'll always have a home with us, even if you end up remembering your real home."

"Goku." You duck your head. "I… Thank you."

"Don't even mention it." Goku smiles and stands up, pulling you with him. "Let's get back home." He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and with a pop you're back home.

"There you are!" And there is an angry Chi-Chi in your face. "Look at you! You're all covered in mud and smell like sweat and grass!"

You flinch. "I was outside."

"I don't care! Don't you do that again, you had poor Gohan worried sick!"

"Not Gohan…"

"Yes, Gohan." She scowls. "Go take a shower and change. Goku, let's go practice for our interview."

You laugh to yourself while Goku whines about being hungry as Chi-Chi pulls him to their bedroom. And as you ponder life in the shower, you decide that while you want nothing more than your memories back, you could possibly come around to the idea of building something new on this planet and with the Son family. Or maybe you could even have the best of both worlds.

You've been living with the Son family for a few months now, fitting in nicely with the family. You learn how to cook from Chi-Chi and help Gohan study, and train with Goku often. It's eased the pain of your amnesia as best as possible, but you do find yourself longing for more in the dead of the night.

You're currently preparing a big meal with Chi-Chi, listening to her hum to herself as you chop more vegetables. "So… What's the occasion? This is even more than me and the boys can eat."

"Bulma finally found some time to come over! Vegeta and Trunks will be coming with her, obviously, and so are the rest of our friends. I think you'll like them!"

"Hmm…" You finish chopping everything she's laid out for you. "Alright. More friends would be nice."

"That's the spirit." Chi-Chi smiles. "And now you'll be able to meet Vegeta!"

"You and Goku have mentioned him a few times, but what's he like?"

Chi-Chi pauses a tad. "Well… He's not exactly pleasant. But until you came around, he was the only other full-blooded Saiyan. And Goku thinks highly of him, so that's why he's part of our group. That, and he's the father of Bulma's baby, Trunks. So it's not like he really has anywhere else he can go."

"Ah. He's a prick, isn't he?"

"Absolutely."

You shake your head and keep cooking until dinner is all done, bringing platter after platter to the picnic tables set up in the backyard with Gohan as he tells you a little more about the Z-Fighters that would be over soon. The first to arrive is a young woman with a baby, who you assume to be Bulma and Trunks respectively.

You wipe your hands on the front of your jeans as Chi-Chi brings Bulma to you. She smiles at you, holding her hand out. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Bulma, and this is Trunks, my son."

You blink at her hand, unsure of the gesture. "Um…"

"Oh, right! Saiyan." Bulma waves her hand nonchalantly. "Don't worry about the handshake, it's just how we greet someone for the first time."

"I see." You nod, marking that down in your mental notes. "Chi-Chi says you were coming with the one known as Vegeta, the other Saiyan?"

"He's… Running late." Bulma sighs. "He's training again. But he'll be here eventually; he'd never miss a chance to eat Chi-Chi's food."

You nod again in understanding. "Well, you and the baby are the first here, so can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure!" Bulma grins with her kind eyes. You smile back softly and talk with Bulma at the tables, lemonades in hand as the others arrive. You're introduced to everyone and feeling warm with the presence of friends around, feeling a sense of community and hope in your heart.

Everyone's settled around the tables and chatting as they pile food onto their plates, smiles on every face. And then there's a sound and your hair stands on end, and though you're ready to fight, everyone else is relaxed. Perhaps it's Vegeta's presence you're feeling?

"About time!" Goku says, looking to the sky.

Vegeta lands, his arms crossed as he looks at the spread. "Where's the Saiyan?" He grumbles out.

"Right here!" Goku points to you as you sit back upright, having dropped a napkin on the ground.

You look at Vegeta, and your heart stops.

The air around you is quiet, not even baby Trunks making a sound. Vegeta's eyes have widened and he looks as if he's been struck. "How…"

Your head is throbbing as memories flood into you. You remember Planet Vegeta, your parents, your training as a child, not only in battle but in etiquette. You remember Vegeta as a child. The hours you spent with him. All of the notes you passed one another on days you couldn't meet for long. The secret smiles. The kisses.

The wedding.

The birth of your son.

And the last time you saw him before Frieza destroyed your home planet, assuring you that there was no need to leave with him on his mission, that you and your toddler would be safe at home.

Your fists clench and with a roar, you stand before him as a Super Saiyan. In an instant you've flown over to him and delivered a solid punch to his jaw, and your husband is too shell-shocked to have dodged it.

"What are you doing?!" Gohan cries out.

You punch Vegeta again, and this time he's come to and moves away from each blow you send his way. "Stop it, woman!"

"This is how you've spent your life?! On Earth?!" You shout, following him with all of your rage. "The Prince of all Saiyans has been hiding!"

"I have not!" Vegeta seethes, flying away from your attack.

Chi-Chi blinks and looks at Goku, who shakes his head. "I'm not touching that with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole."

Bulma looks confused along with everyone else. "What did he do to her…?"

"I guess they did know each other after all." Gohan mutters, watching as you attack Vegeta.

"It's been years!" You send a blast of energy his way, destroying a tree after Vegeta swiftly dodges.

"I thought you dead!" Vegeta roars back. "How are you alive?!"

Your hands light up with a stronger attack, charging up. Vegeta launches himself into Super Saiyan, refusing to fight and merely aiming to disarm you. "I trusted my instincts." You growl, your tail whipping wildly, uncontrollably with your rage.

You launch your attack and that's when Vegeta strikes next, dodging by the skin of his ass as your beam that surely would have done serious damage, perhaps even fatal, marrs the ground deeply. Even Goku is surprised at that; he didn't even know you could become a Super Saiyan at all.

Vegeta comes behind you then, gripping the base of your unguarded tail and wrapping his other arm around your chest, preventing you from moving away. You gasp at your sudden weakness, reverting to base form as Vegeta gently floats back to the grass, in his own base form now. His exhale is breathy and defeated, his forehead on your shoulder.

"Please." He whispers. "I won't fight you like this."

You realize now that your face is in tears as all of the Z-Fighters approach, Bulma and Chi-Chi not far behind. Bulma sees how Vegeta is holding you, carefully as if you'll break like glass. Yes, you certainly know each other.

"Who are you?" Goku says to you, and you look at everyone with fierce eyes, Vegeta still clutching you desperately.

"I am the Princess of all Saiyans." You sneer.

"You-"

"She is my wife." Vegeta says, his voice hoarse as he forces back tears.