#vegeta shirtless

[danizinhaut]

I saw this tweet today and OMG, God Vegeta is going to be my Main in this game idc, he's going to be SHIRTLESS when he takes more damage look at him 😩🔥🔥

[fabuloustrash05]

When Vegeta doesn’t wear gloves, I swear, it’s some form of a strip tease.

[akaridream]

please my prince (vegeta x reader)

tags: vegeta x time patroller! reader, vegeta x saiyan! reader, mentor-mentee dynamic, afab reader

warnings: explicit content, MDNI; he’s kinda mean but not too bad, good girl, princess, bitch... but no spoilers for the fun stuff

Vegeta had loved the female Saiyan battle suits since the day he hit puberty. The briefs left little to the imagination, showing off many warriors’ favorite assets. Though the story was that they allowed the most freedom of movement, attracting the eye of a potential mate was never too far from a Saiyan’s mind. As you stood in front of Vegeta stretching during a lull in your training session together, he admired your cheeky attire. You had the firm glutes and quads of a powerful warrior, after all. Your efforts shouldn’t go unappreciated. And they certainly didn’t.

Though your training sessions were productive, they were always plagued with an air of tension. As noble a warrior as he was, Vegeta was not immune to the wiles of a female, especially one of his own Saiyan heritage. Something inside him stirred at the sight of your tail swishing, hypnotizing him and making him wish he still had a tail of his own to flirt back at you with. His mind-numbing attraction to you made training sessions an exercise in self-control. When was the last time he had even seen a female Saiyan, let alone one of your impressive power? What would happen if he overstepped the line and made a move on you?

Little did he know, you also struggled to maintain your composure around him. With his widow’s peak and chiseled body, he was a living picture of Saiyan perfection. His narrow waist and hips were well balanced by wide shoulders and a tower of wild hair. His silhouette made you claw half-moons into your palms at the sight. How could any man be so fucking hot?

It was quite the privilege to train with him, too. Only a handful of Time Patrollers had adequate power levels to satisfy the prince. You had the honor of becoming his first Saiyan trainee, garnering special treatment, but not with extra leeway or praise. Vegeta’s regimen bordered on cruel, only because he knew you could handle it. He saw the fire, the passion for battle that blazed in your rich black eyes. He felt the immense power behind your blows. He heard the rage of the oozaru in your battle cry.

“Saiyan men crave strong women,” he recalled telling Kakarot once, and there was no denying it. You were strong. And he craved you.

Many shameful nights, he had gone to the locker room showers at the Patroller Academy with a raging erection thanks to you. Too proud to relent, however, he opted for a cold shower rather than gratify himself. Tonight was shaping up to have the same outcome. The sun had set and the gymnasium at the academy had long since cleared out, leaving only you and your mentor to train on the wrestling mats. The air conditioner had kicked off after dark, leaving you to pine over a shirtless Vegeta with drops of sweat racing down his pecs. You breathed deeply into your stretch, closing your eyes and folding forward to touch your toes. Vegeta closed his eyes too, if only to keep them off your ass. He still had plenty of combinations left to drill into you, he couldn’t deal with a hard-on now. There would be no hiding it in his compression shorts.

“Come on, you’ve slacked off long enough,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sick of you wasting my damn time. Run the last combo again.”

You continued to stretch, unperturbed. “I’m feeling tight and trying to avoid pulling a muscle,” you snarled. “Plus, I know you’re enjoying the view.”

Vegeta’s face caught on fire, making him turn his back to you. “Shut the hell up, woman! The only thing I’m enjoying is knocking some sense into that smart mouth of yours.”

The tip of your tail twitched and your heart began to race. If there was one thing a Saiyan loved as much as a physical fight, it was a good verbal spar.

“Yeah yeah, I might take you more seriously if you had landed a solid blow on me today. Pretty sure I’ve blocked just about everything you’ve thrown at me,” you said.

Vegeta scoffed and turned back to you. Annoyed, he kneed you in the butt, knocking you off balance. You squealed and rolled forward into a somersault.

“The fuck was that for?” you asked, peering up from the ground at a smug mentor.

“Didn’t block that one, did you?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. “I could have swept you if I wanted. But I don’t want to continue to show up my own teacher. He’s got an ego the size of this planet, don’t want to bruise it.”

“Just get off your lazy ass and run the combo!” he roared as he stood over you. “Why the hell I tolerate you, I don’t even know.”

You smirked and got to your feet, wrapping your tail around your waist. “Like I said, you enjoy the view, Prince.”

Unamused, he came at you with a flurry of powerful blows before you were ready. You managed to dodge and block them, then came in with the combination you had been practicing. He blocked then countered with a swift palm strike, sending you flying. You landed on your feet, then launched back at your mentor, throwing in a wicked elbow straight for his head. With almost no effort, Vegeta slipped past you and kicked with a grunt. You barely leaned back in time, watching his muscled calf fly straight past your nose. Before you could recover, he grabbed a fistful of your black hair and smashed your face into the mat, knee on your spine for good measure. You groaned and tried to get up to no avail.

“Pathetic,” Vegeta growled. “Bragging about your blocking ability but you didn’t see that coming.”

“Because that was a dirty move, Jeet.”

He scoffed and pressed his knee harder into your back. “Do you think Frieza fights clean? Or how about Janemba? Or maybe you think Broly will fight honorably?”

You continued to struggle between his weight and the floor but he kept you pinned. You looked up at him over your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear.

“You’re weak. Just admit you can’t handle my training and give up.”

“Fuck you,” you grumbled.

“Huh? Couldn’t quite hear that, sweetheart. You want me to go easy on you because you’re no stronger than an infant earthling?”

Your nostrils flared and you clawed into the mat. Rage bloomed from deep within you and your hair began to glow blonde.

“I said fuck you Vegeta!” you roared as you threw him off and across the mat. A glint of pride flickered across Vegeta’s face as he stood and barreled towards you with another attack.

You traded blow after blow, matching his power and speed. You gritted your teeth as you sparred and he continued to block your every move.

“That’s it! Push it harder! This is your life you’re fighting for! I’ll send you through the roof if you hold back on me!” Vegeta yelled in your face. He watched as your eyes glowed with intensity in Super Saiyan form, hitting your stride as you fought.

You grunted with each strike, crying out in annoyance as he easily deflected you, then gave you a shove just to show how much of a gap there still was between your power levels. Teeming with frustration, you balled your fists and breathed deep, building your energy.

“I’m not holding back!” you barked with a fully charged punch. You caught your mentor on the cheek, but just barely, causing him to stumble for a moment. You lunged in with a swift knee to his solar plexus, driving him straight back and onto the ground. One knee on his chest and the other by his hip, you pinned him to the mat, crossing a forearm over his neck and holding one of his thick biceps down. His eyes narrowed as you panted over him like a raging bull, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That punch was not part of the combo,” he snarled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did you think I was gonna fight clean?”

“Tch, you damn brat!”

Vegeta’s eyes flashed blue, his hair flaring to a brilliant gold as he quickly reversed your positions, rolling you onto your back. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head while he straddled one of your legs. His face was dangerously close to yours before you knew what happened.

Your breaths mingled in the thin air between you. Hearts beating wildly, you watched the inky black return to his irises as yours did the same. You unwrapped your tail from your waist and allowed it to brush against Vegeta’s leg. The golden glow faded from you both and you realized just what you were feeling against your thigh.

“V… Vegeta, are you…” you panted.

The look in his eye grew dark as his gaze darted to your lips. Bristling with a different energy, you extended your neck to meet him with a searing hot kiss.

His grip on your wrists grew tight as he mashed his lips back against yours. He allowed his weight to press into you as you kissed, his tongue beginning to explore.

“The hell was that for?” he breathed against your mouth. Your tongue met his and teased him, drawing him into you.

“You were practically begging for it.” He let go of your wrists to tangle one hand in your hair, giving him leverage to attack your mouth just how he wanted. His tongue was hot yet soft, enticing you to chase and play along. Your hands couldn’t stay off his body. You traced down his sides, feeling the dips between his sculpted muscles. You made your way to his hips, then his taut buttocks, gripping and urging him to drag his hardened cock against your leg. Vegeta chuckled.

“A prince begs for nothing, you damn minx,” he growled.

You moaned as his tongue swirled against yours. “Tell me you’ll fuck me, Vegeta.”

He kissed his way to your neck, sucking and nibbling your tender flesh. “Hmph, now who’s begging?”

You whined as his free hand started to explore over your breastplate. “I… I’m not begging.”

“Really?” He chuckled darkly. “Then what do you call those noises, hm?”

You started to move your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing clit. “I’m not some submissive little girl,” you said.

Vegeta stilled your hip and sucked a mark onto your collar bone. “No, you’re just a Saiyan bitch in heat who wants the prince to satisfy her.”

You roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back to your mouth. “I’m not that desperate, especially not for you.”

He denied your kiss and held your gaze. “Your actions speak louder than your words, woman,” he said, ghosting a finger over your slit. Your throat tightened as he pressed against your throbbing clit, trying not to let him know just how needy you really were. But as he locked his eyes with yours, you couldn’t ignore the intense, pulsing desire you felt for him, allowing a moan to fall from your lips.

“Fuck, so what if I am?” you whined. “What if I do want you that bad?”

He smirked. “You gave in to me so easily. Why the hell should I reward you?”

“Because you want me, too.”

He snickered and graced you with a rough kiss.

“You think you’re that special, huh?” he said.

You gave his lower lip a gentle bite, eliciting a low groan and hard drag of his cock against your leg.

“Not really. But I think I know a horny man when I see one.”

Vegeta smirked and repositioned himself between your legs, humping against your clothed core agonizingly slowly. A hot breath escaped you and your nails dug into his hips.

“Mm, Vegeta,” you moaned.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl, you got it?” he asked, creating a blissful rhythm against you. You nodded. “And you’re going to let your prince use you just how he wants, right?”

You nodded again. “Yes. You can have me Prince Vegeta.” Pleasure was building quickly as he dry humped you. Your whines echoed through the empty gym, reminding you that anyone could walk in at any moment.

Another desperate kiss betrayed the prince’s feelings: he needed you, too. He stripped off your armor, leaving you in a strappy sports bra and your briefs. He rolled you onto your stomach and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.

“If it wasn’t for this perfect ass of yours, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he said, thumbs brushing against the bottom of your buttocks. He gave a light smack, making you bite your lip and wiggle your hips.

“I knew you loved it,” you teased. He gave a harder smack as your tail began to flit excitedly.

He removed your briefs slowly, revealed your muscular ass in all its glory. “The fact that it belongs to the hottest Saiyan woman I’ve ever seen doesn’t hurt either.”

You grinned as he tossed your briefs aside, his eyes devouring your drooling slit. Your tail swished with an enticing rhythm. Vegeta couldn’t keep his hands off you and he ran his calloused palms over the developing spank mark before gliding a fingertip over your most sensitive parts.

“Need it, my prince,” you sighed.

His cock ached. “You’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”

He plunged a finger deep into your velvetty walls, but it only served to make you want more. You craved the deep stretch his cock would provide. Vegeta twisted his wrist as he withdrew his finger, then penetrated back into you with force. The slick, shiny arousal coated his finger and began to drip down his knuckle as it rammed against you. Your tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, urging him to continue.

He positioned you with one leg bent up and your ass arched high into the air, a gorgeous angle to see your aching pussy. Impatient and painfully hard, Vegeta added a second finger, scissoring the pair apart as he pulled out from you. The pressure against your insides caused you to cry out and press your forehead hard into the mat. You balled your fists and moaned his name as he gradually stretched you further.

“Please, need your cock,” you breathed between moans. Vegeta gave a dark chuckle and began removing his shorts. You watched him over your shoulder, his cock heavy and thick as it sprang free. You salivated at the sight.

“Can I have you in my mouth?” you asked, starting to sit up.

He grabbed the back of your neck and returned your face to the mat. “No. I want you like this. Now get your ass up nice and high for me.”

You obeyed, arching your back to display your cunt for the prince. He kept his hand on your neck as he caressed your backside, then allowed his cock to rest against you.

“Good girl. Now take me. Take me like the bitch you are.”

He teased your entrance with his cockhead, dragging it to brush against your clit then back to your awaiting slit. On his knees over you, he firmly started pressing the head into you, watching it disappear, then reappear with your arousal covering it. He moaned your name in praise as he pushed himself in further.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he panted. Your back muscles clenched as he sheathed himself.

“Fuuuuck, you feel so good!” you cried. “Fuck me Prince, please.”

Vegeta’s hips rocked into yours as he bottomed out, giving you the delicious stretch you craved. Your tail instinctively wrapped around one of his thighs as he withdrew. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the prince worked up to a rough rhythm, pounding you into the mat.

“Ahh! Fuck yes, fuck yes Vegeta,” you moaned as your hands clawed the mat for purchase. You dug your elbows in and threw your hips back against him as he fucked you, flesh smacking flesh in a sinful sound that echoed off the concrete walls.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.” He watched each thrust ripple through your ass, driving his quickly approaching orgasm. Laying over you, he kissed, sucked and bit at your shoulders as he fucked you. His cock drove deep and hard making you whine in delight.

“Keep making those sounds for me, princess,” he commanded in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl, knew you’d beg for your prince.”

“Mm, anything for you Vegeta. Wanted you to fill me up for so long!”

His speed and power increased as he neared his climax. His breaths were short, exasperated gasps of pleasure accentuated by groans and moans from deep in his throat.

“You want me to cum in your tight little cunt? That what you want?” he asked, biting at your ear. You couldn’t even form words and only nodded and moaned.

He grunted with a fiery passion as he pounded you with bruising force. He held your hip firmly in place, fucking you like he’d never get another chance. His sounds became more broken, more honeyed until he finally snapped his pelvis against your plush ass with a guttural moan.

“Gahh, ahh ah ahh!” Vegeta cried out, nearly knocking the breath out of you as he came with powerful final thrusts. You whimpered beneath him, squeezing his pulsing cock with your walls. He panted desperately as he came down from his high, collapsing fully onto you while staying sheathed in your heat. As your tail loosened its grip on his thigh, he reached down to twirl it between his fingers. The intimate gesture filled your stomach with warmth as he laid his weight into you. Once the prince caught his breath, he brushed your wild hair away and nuzzled into the back of your neck. 

“Fucking perfect, perfect little cunt. But now that I’ve gotten my way,” his voice rasped. “It’s your turn, my princess.” Your heart jolted at his suggestion.

“Not tapping out?” you chuckled as he played with your tail.

He scoffed. “Just because I come first doesn’t mean you don’t come at all. Need to feel you shaking in my arms.”

Vegeta finally pulled out from your pussy, causing his cum to spill out and onto the mat, leaving you empty, but not yet spent. You rolled onto your back and sat up, finally stripping off your bra. The prince’s eyes grew hungry at the sight of your breasts. Vegeta returned his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss, surprising you after how forcefully he had fucked you. His hands roamed all over your neck, into your hair, over your nipples as he lapped at your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his muscled shoulders, pressing chest to chest as you made out, steamy breaths in between kisses.

Vegeta sat back on the mat with his legs wide and invited you to sit between them, back against his firm pectorals and abs. He brushed your hair away and bit your ear before breathing sweet nothings into it.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So incredibly sexy, it’s been driving me mad.” You sighed as his hands caressed your skin, kneading your thigh and breast as he kissed your neck. “Took you damn long enough to make your move, you know,” he said.

You laughed and melted into his touch like a wilting flower. “Oh, you know Saiyan women. We like to tease. But I just couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer.”

Vegeta licked and sucked your skin, his head dizzy at the soft mewls you let out. His fingers began to tease your sensitive entrance, still slick with his cum. He traced around the perimeter, then upward over your clit. You shuddered and moaned.

“That’s it, princess. Let me make you tremble,” he growled.

He pinched and pulled at your nipple with one hand and worked your pussy with the other, dipping his fingers deep inside and using the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You writhed against his chest and clawed into his thigh while he twirled your tail around his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, sending a pulse of pleasure up through your spine.

“Mnnh, Vegeta, you’re so fucking good,” you breathed as he finger-fucked you. You matched his rhythm with your hips as the intensity began building. You turned your head to the side and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth. The taste of his tongue was addicting. 

His fingers slid into you with the most perfect friction, hitting your sweet spot thrust after thrust. Vegeta wrapped an arm around your waist, as if any space between your bodies was too much. He pressed his head against yours as you chased and humped his hand. You clutched his bulging forearm, guiding him to touch you just right.

Feeling the steady approach of white-hot bliss, you squealed. “Mm! Gonna cum!” 

“Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”

You called his name, clinging to him tightly as the rush came. “Haaahhh, fuck Vegeta!” you cried out. Your back arched like a cracking whip and shock waves of sweet euphoria crashed over you. Your body quaked just like he wanted, making him chuckle in pride.

“That’s it,” he cooed in your ear as he stroked your tail and nuzzled against you. You clenched his fingers within you as he pressed his palm into your clit, coaxing out more shuddering pleasure. “That’s my princess.”

“Goddamn, that was so good,” you praised, collapsing into him completely as the aftershocks pulsed through you.

He kissed your shoulder, licking the salt of your sweat. “You’re too fucking loud, you brat. You want the whole city to know what we’re up to?”

You laughed and shoved Vegeta to the ground so you could lay on top of him. “I don’t give a shit. They deserve to know who made me cum so hard.”

He smirked and held you against his sweaty chest. “Damn right.”

“And you weren’t exactly quiet either, Prince of all Saiyans,” you teased, feeling his cock had hardened again. You reached down to stroke it, but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips.

“I have self-control when I need to.” He closed his eyes and kissed your wrist and fingers. “We should hit the showers for the night.”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you made quite a mess of me. Thought you might be interested in another round, but if you don’t have the stamina-”

His eyes shot open and he squeezed your hand. “I didn’t say we should hit the showers separately, did I?”

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[spilledbeans116]

When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

Vegeta x gn!reader - 3,640 Words - No Use of y/n

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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     “I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

    He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

      “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top. 

     “Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you. 

     “Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

     “Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

      “Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

     He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?” 

    You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

     “Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

      “You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

     “N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

     You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm. 

     Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

     You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

     He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

     “I can handle it V-“

     He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

    He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

     “Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet. 

     He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

     He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

     The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

     Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

     “Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

     “Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

    You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

     He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

     “You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

     “Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers. 

     He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes,  but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things. 

    He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

     You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

     He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

     It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

    When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

     You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

     “Vegeta I-“

     He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

    You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     “Do you want to read anything?”

     “No thank you.”

     “Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

      “I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his. 

     “I love you too, Vegeta.”

     “I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

     “Thank you, my prince.”

     “For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

     You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

     “Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

     “Yes but-“

     He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

     Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

     He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

     “You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

     “You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

    Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

     “You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

     You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

     You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

     “Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

     “All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

     “Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

     “Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

    “Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

    “Can you sing that song I like?” 

    He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

     “You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

     He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

     “Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

[floating-mid-air]

A Loving Punch

Hiiiii. I was wondering if I could get a Goku or Goku Black x reader (female) imagine. The reader is human.

I would like for the reader to be a normal human who is already with Goku/Black. She watches them train and once they’re finished. She just jokingly asks them to show her how to throw a punch or teach them any fighting move. But they take her seriously and show her anyway. The rest is up to you, but I would like a fluffy ending please. I’m a sucker for Goku as you can tell 😭♥️

Also if you don’t mind. You don’t have to, but I also kinda want a headcannon of what would Vegeta teaching his significant other consist of? 😁

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𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝!

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Masterlist

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You sigh, your feet planted firmly in front of the sink. A stack of plates, a mile high, sitting there, mocking you. At least they’re clean now. Living with Goku, at times, is like living with a human garbage disposal. You swear, feeding one Goku is the equivalent of keeping a medium-sized army fed. You don’t even know why you still bother plating his meals, it only creates more work for you.

You grab a maroon rag from under the sink, deciding to chip away at the large stack. You take one of the plates, gliding the disheveled rag across it. Your body goes into autopilot, mindlessly completing the task at hand. Every once in a while, you glance out the window, taking a peek at your goofball boyfriend.

He’s out there training without a care in the world. Now, there are around a dozen plates on the drying rack, yet there’s not even a dent in the pile. You groan, persevering through, drying more and more plates.

You set the rag on the counter, wiping sweat off your forehead. You never thought chores would be this much of a workout. At least you can skip arm day at the gym… for the rest of your life.  

You look up, peering outside the window. Goku’s still at it. Only now, he’s shirtless. Your lips part as he switches stances. His movements are so fluid. There’s something incredibly sexy about Goku when he trains. He’s so focused, so determined. It’s like he becomes a whole other person. 

You stand there gawking at him the same way he looks at a good meal. Your gaze tracks his every move as your thoughts run wild. You could just stand here and watch him all day. Suddenly, your eyes lock. Crap, you’ve been caught. Goku waves at you, your face flushing. He chuckles at your reaction, grinning wide at you. His smile is blinding, like sunshine. 

After being caught red-handed, you rush away from the window. You’ve been together for years. He’s your boyfriend. And yet, you can’t help but feel like a teenage girl who was caught staring at her crush. You huff, leaning against the fridge. Your forehead pressed against the cool surface. Why do you always make things so awkward? 

Once you recover from your embarrassment, you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take it outside. That man never remembers to hydrate. For a world-champion fighter, he sure doesn’t take care of himself. It’s a miracle he’s made it this long. 

You stand on the front lawn, taking a mental note that it’s far too tall for your liking. A breathy sigh escapes your lips. Goku promised to cut the grass days ago. Your free hand moves to your hip while waiting for him to notice you.  

Goku punches the air a few times before spinning around. Finally, noticing your intrusion. His eyes light 

up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, hey.” He chuckles sheepishly. “How long have you been out here?”

“Not long at all. Here, take this.” You extend the bottle out to him, which he gratefully accepts. “You know. When you’re out in the blazing sun, training like a madman. You need to hydrate.”

“Thanks.” He grins, taking a large sip. Goku’s grown quite fond of what Vegeta refers to as your nagging. Goku, however, finds it endearing. It’s your special way of saying that you love him. “You’re always looking out for me.“  

You giggle softly, shaking your head. "It’s my job after all." 

"So, are you enjoying the view?” His lips curve upwards into a knowing smirk. 

You tisk. “I can’t complain." 

"Really?” His head tilts to the side. “Cause you seemed pretty skittish before." 

"Shut up!” Your eyes narrow, though there’s still a hint of amusement masked by your annoyance. 

“I’m only teasing. You’re allowed to stare, you know. Besides, I like it when you look at me. A lot.” Goku trails.

“You’re the most important person in my life. My biggest support system. Even if you don’t support everything I do." 

You gasp in false shock. "I don’t support you now?” You snicker. “I guess all the household chores can stop then. You can start cooking your own meals as well." 

"Hey, hey. Let’s not get hasty.” He raises his hands as if he were waving a white flag high in the air, signaling a truce. The thought alone of you no longer cooking for him is enough to make him do anything. “You know that’s not what I meant. Like when I enter tournaments… or when I fight bad guys."  

"Oh, You’re so right. How selfish of me!” Your voice drips with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry that I don’t want my boyfriend to die!”

“Come on. You gotta have more faith in me than that…”

“Well, you’ve clearly never met you.” You’ve spent numerous sleepless nights worrying sick about him. No wonder why your doctor always warns you about your blood pressure. “You’re a maniac when it comes to a challenge.”

That’s a point he can’t really argue about. There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like a challenge. Well, besides you, of course. “You don’t seem to mind much when I’m training.” He flashes you a teasing smile. “I always gotta be in fighting shape.”

“Oh, ya tough guy? How about you show me a few moves then?”

“Alright.” He nods. “How about now?”

Your eyes remain on him, dumbfounded. “Goku…” You squeak. “I was kidding." 

"Don’t be like that. This will be fun.” He runs a hand through his spikey hair. “Plus, you always say we need to spend more time together." 

"I meant dates! Not this.” You gesture with your hands.

“Well… you can always think of this as a date.”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Please, for me.” His lips contort into a pout.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing dramatically. “It’s not happening. So get the idea out of your head." 

He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands. His hands engulf yours as your eyes meet. "This is really important to me. I know that I don’t exactly make your life easy. And being with me constantly puts your life in danger. I just… want the woman I love to be able to protect herself. It’ll give me some peace of mind. I’m begging you.”

Your heart melts. The light touch of his calloused palms against your own mixed with the warmth in his eyes. And just like that, you’re about to yield. You sigh. “Fine.” You always give in to him far too easily. 

“Thank you.” His typical big, dopey grin spreads across his face. “So let’s get started.” His large hands find your waist, repositioning you into a fighting stance. He moves one of his legs between yours, gently kicking your legs apart to widen your stance. He can so easily adjust your smaller frame as if you were a doll. 

It always amazes you how delicate Goku is with you. He’s one of the strongest beings in the universe, yet he’s so gentle. “Okay, stay just like that. Now, I need you to ball your hands up into fists. Like this.” He demonstrates the action for you. You copy, making fists with your hands. Clasping your thumbs into your grip. It feels so unnatural. 

All it takes is one look for Goku to start laughing. “No. Not like that.” He shakes his head, grabbing your right hand. He untucks your thumb, then does the same with your left. “Your thumb’s go on the outside. You’re gonna break your hand like that.” He traces a finger along your thumb, sending a shiver down your spine. “And we don’t want that to happen.”

“Wow.” You giggle. “Who knew you’d be such a strict teacher. Now what?” You look up at him with big eyes. You’re quite surprised. You never knew something like this could feel so intimate. Though, it does make sense. You have heard that taking an interest in things your partner loves can be good for a relationship. 

Goku takes a few steps back, appreciating your form. And maybe he uses this time to take a brief peek at your assets. He takes a deep breath before his arms fall loosely at his sides. “Now. Hit me." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me.” He grins. “Hit me.”

Your brows raise. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not going to hit you!”

“Come on.” His voice trails. “You know you want to.”

“I do not! You’re insane." 

"Don’t be so dramatic. I doubt I’d even feel it. And you know what? I bet you wouldn’t even be able to hit me. You’re probably just scared. A little scaredy cat.” He knows much like himself, you won’t back down from a challenge. You have a competitive streak. Board games are terrifying territory in your home. 

Your fists clench. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes narrow at the man in front of you. “Oh. It’s so on.” You send a barrage of sloppy punches his way, which he easily manages to evade. He’s so quick. Inhumanly fast. It’s not fair. 

“Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. I’m not even breaking a sweat here.” Your knuckles turn white as you send one last punch his way. Your fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying back. Looks like all that dishwashing has paid off after all.

Goku falls to the ground with a thud. Your eyes bug out, and you rush over to his side. “Goku! Are you okay?” You kneel down, hovering over him. 

He groans, lifting his head up. “You know… I’m starting to think you don’t need my protection at all.” His head falls back to the ground, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Cause with your right hook… I think you’ll be able to enter tournaments yourself.”

You glare down at him. “Definitely not." 

"Oh, come on. We can enter like couples competitions.”

You place a hand on your hip, giving Goku the look. “It’s not happening. You have a better shot at convincing Vegeta." 

"It would be fun. And you know it." 

You roll your eyes, leaning down to caress his face. "That’s gonna leave a bruise.” Your lips contort into a frown. 

Goku grins at your concern. He can’t help it. “I’m gonna be fine. I’ve been hit way harder than that.” He grabs you, pulling your body flush against his own. 

“Hey! What are you—” He silences you. Pressing his soft lips against your own. 

He grabs your chin, tilting it so you’re looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”

Your face flushes. “I- I love you too, stupid.” You stand up. “Now, let’s go.” You grab his hand, pulling him up. “We’re getting you ice. Now." 

"But I wanna keep—” You cut him off.

“This is not up for discussion, mister.” You pull him along with you, dragging him into the house. Checkmate, you win. 

[saiyanmazen]

Someone has to take initiative

I want to thank everyone who took the time to read Sneak Attack yesterday. The response was overwhelming and I loved it. So thank you.

Today's ficlet for the D&D event by @vegebulocracy is quite different. The prompts used for this ficlet are initiative and spellcasting (sort of), and the whole thing is pretty cracky.

It can also be found here on AO3.

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Panchy had tried to let them figure it out for themselves, she really had. She'd been called meddlesome in the past and was now proving to others that she wasn't. Her involvement in her daughters' lives was perfectly normal for that of a loving mother.

When she arranged a seemingly accidental meeting between Tights and a gorgeous young man which led to a long-lasting relationship, it had merely been in her oldest daughter's best interest. After all, it had worked so well the first time she'd done it until Tights had broken up with him. Who could blame Panchy for wanting to try it again?

It was also for Bulma’s beneficence that her mother talked to Yamcha about his relationship with Bulma going nowhere and urged him to propose, or the time she showed him baby pictures of Bulma to encourage that natural protective instinct in him and his hidden longing to have children.

But neither of her daughters were happy when they learned of these small incidents. Perhaps it even contributed a little to Tights’ decision to move out. And it might have made Bulma more opposed to marriage and children than she had already been.

Therefore, when Panchy saw the undeniable mutual attraction between Bulma and Vegeta, she did nothing to interfere. She would not meddle again. Not even when her youngest daughter broke up with Yamcha for good, leaving nothing to stop her from pursuing the handsome alien who walked around shirtless all hours of the day.

It didn't escape Panchy's notice that he and Bulma would make exceptionally beautiful grandchildren. If they got together, she would surely soon become a grandmother. A strong man like Vegeta had to be very virile. She might have switched out Bulma’s birth control and removed all condoms in the house to speed things along, just in case.

But other than that, she decided to let Bulma and Vegeta work things out for themselves. Panchy knew her daughter well enough; she couldn't resist a muscular bad boy for long. And there was no denying Vegeta’s interest in Bulma’s beautiful body the way his gaze followed her when she left a room.

Yet, no matter how thick the sexual tension was between them when they fought day in and day out, none of them actually took the initiative to do something to release the tension.

Bulma wasn't getting younger; nor was Panchy. If she wanted to have a lot of time with her grandchildren, she needed to have some soon. It was really quite selfish of her daughters to make her wait so long.

There really wasn't any harm in hurrying things along. It was inevitable, after all. And no one would know her involvement; she'd make sure of that.

The worst was having to wait nearly a whole year to gather the Dragon Balls. But finding and gathering them turned out to be easy. On the pretense of wanting to fix one of her older husband's many ailments, she convinced the sweet boy, Gohan, to find them for her. She swore him to secrecy, telling him that the dear Dr. Briefs didn't want to use the balls for such things and that no one but Gohan could be trusted to keep the secret.

The boy, so fond of the old scientist, eagerly took the dragon radar that Panchy had found in one of Bulma’s drawers and came back with all the magical balls. His eyes shimmered with pure joy when she rewarded him with her famous chocolate chip cookies.

Oh, she hoped her future grandchild would appreciate her cooking just as much. With Vegeta as the father, there would be a good chance of that.

She went to a spa resort near North City to perform the ritual. It wouldn't do if anyone saw the Dragon appear, so she rented a large gym hall with enough room for the giant entity. While she hadn't done it before, she had seen the ritual performed quite a few times and it didn't take long before the Great Dragon soared in the air in front of her and asked her to state her wish.

“I wish for Bulma and Vegeta to conceive a child, so I will finally have a grandchild,” she said with a gentle smile, then added as an afterthought, “one without a widow's peak. And taller than its parents too.”

The Dragon looked back and forth as though he wasn't sure about what she was asking him. Surely, this simple request was within his capabilities!

“Vegeta? Prince Vegeta?” The Dragon questioned incredulously. “Are you certain?”

“Of course I am,” her pearly whites twinkled as she beamed at him, “It's not too much trouble for a big, powerful being such as yourself, is it?”

It sounded like the Dragon mumbled something about it not being him that was in trouble, but he cleared his throat and said what she wanted to hear: “Your wish has been granted.”

The Dragon disappeared and the balls turned to stone. She hurried to the doors to the outside and opened them to allow the stones to scatter.

She then got the full spa treatment, making sure to look her best for her return. After all, she didn't want to wake any suspension by coming back without looking splendid.

But it didn't matter because no one was there when she returned to her home. Her darling hubby was tinkering in his lab as usual, having barely noticed that she'd been gone, that silly man. However, Bulma was nowhere to be found and the gravity thingy Vegeta spent all his time in was silent.

Then Panchy noticed the broken counter in the kitchen and the discarded clothes on the stairs leading to Bulma’s room. It told her all she needed to know.

That sweet Dragon sure worked fast.

[tuesdayinthedas]

Ok im stuggling with shirtless vegeta pose or a secret 4th thing. cast your votes

[rozzingit]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Dragon Ball Relationship: Bulma Briefs/Vegeta Characters: Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Mrs. Briefs, Yamcha, Son Goku, Trunks Briefs Additional Tags: Humor, Dumb Military Metaphors, Eventually Resolved Sexual Tension, Eventual Sexytimes I Promise, Virgin Vegeta, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, Mostly Canon Compliant, Three Year Gap (Dragon Ball) Words: 16,002 Chapters: 8/8

Bulma decides she needs to get on that. She picks the language Vegeta is most fluent in: battle.

And then there was the other day when she ran into him -- like, literally ran into him -- on her way out of the kitchen.  He had a shirt on, thank God, or rather a full battlesuit or whatever it was he called it, but it was pretty much just as good as being shirtless for all it left to the imagination.

"Watch where you're going, woman," he snapped at her, shoving past to where he was surely about to demolish the contents of her kitchen.  Bulma turned to snap at him, what with all the shoving and woman and everything about him that just grinded her gears, except then she saw him leaning over -- no, leaning down -- to open one of the lower cabinets.  She glared at the muscled line of his back through his skintight shirt, at the shift of his ass and thighs, and she felt blood rushing to her head and maybe somewhere else in such a way that kind of made her pissed more than anything else.

Shit, she thought.  I need to get on that monkey dick.

[danizinhaut]

AAAAAA I'M GOING CRAZY I WANT TO REDRAW EVERY SCENE OF THIS!! I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED VEGETA GOD SHIRTLESS UNTIL THIS MOMENT, THANK YOU SPARKING ZERO 😭😭

prints taken from this video

[dballzposting]

(Pu’ar comes home to Yamucha’s swanky cabin when the semester lets out at Shapeshifting University)

Pu’ar: I see the two empty bourbon glasses in the sink ... Have you been drinking with the foxes again?

Yamucha: (is at his tiny table eating Bachelor Chow with a spoon that looks so small in his garage of a fist, shirtless after sleep, appearing very much like a hairy middle aged man): Oh no ... I just had some company over last night is all...

Pu’ar: You’re not still rebounding from when Tenshinhan broke up with you are you...

Yamucha: No no ... Just a guy friend ....

Pu’ar: Oh well that’s good. Anyone I know?

Yamucha: Eh .. shoot Pu’ar .. it was just Vegeta is all...

Pu’ar: EH-?! Vegeta?!

Yamucha: Yeah ... you remember before you left for school that he was starting to loosen up at Guy’s Night .. you know he can actually be pretty decent company if you’re willing to put the time in and drill past his unsociable and unseemly exterior...

Pu’ar: Yes I remember that but I can’t believe that you’re actually hanging out? Still? That was a while ago. He’s not, like, sick of you yet?

Yamucha: WOW. Really feeling the love Pu’ar. 

Pu’ar: How is it that you’ve got Vegeta domesticated and hanging out with you??

Yamucha: Well, I’m just charming is all.

Pu’ar: No kidding ...

(silence. It feels tense for some reason.)

Pu’ar: Why Vegeta?

Yamucha: Huh?

Pu’ar: I know you’re charming, but he’s not. How is he good company for you?

Yamucha: ...Geez, I dunno. Why all the questions? You know you wouldn’t have to ask if you hadn’t left. Maybe see for yourself next time he’s over.

Pu’ar: You know I’m trying to get my Master’s -

Yamucha: And you can’t come back on the weekends?

Pu’ar: It’s tough breaking away from school every week like that, I can’t afford the distraction!

Yamucha: Well I’m sorry that I’m just a DISTRACTION from your VERY IMPORTANT LIFE GOALS.

Pu’ar: You know it’s not like that-!

Yamucha: I know, I know, I know, I’ve heard it. Look I’m- ... I’m tired, okay? I didn’t sleep much last night. You’re back now, let’s .. let’s just move on. 

Pu’ar: ....

Pu’ar: ... “Next time he’s over,” huh? You think he’ll be back?

Yamucha: Presumably. Probably. Possibly. Maybe.

Pu’ar: ...He come around often?

Ymaucha: (puts spoon down) .... Pu’ar....

Pu’ar: ...You didn’t sleep much last night?

Yamucha: It’s not like that-

Pu’ar: Oh you think it fit to lie to my face now? 

Yamucha: Oh you think it fit to accost me in my own cabin now?

Pu’ar: OUR cabin.

Yamucha: My cabin, your cabin - Vegeta’s around more often than you are, is it his cabin now too?

Pu’ar: You can’t be ser- He’s married, you know!

Yamucha: Maybe. Not that you’d know. You’re always away at Two-Faced University.

Pu’ar: Yamucha, I’m sorry. I thought that I’d be good to go but now I see that I shouldn’t have left you alone. I didn’t realize that you were not handling well the breakup with Tenshi-

Yamucha: Don’t even say his name, this isn’t about him! I don’t want to hear his name. Look he’s a swell guy but I’m past him. He can go train in that waterfall all alone if he wants to so bad I’m not gonna stop him. I’m over him. This isn’t about him. I’ve moved on. I have other friends now.

Pu’ar: What are their names? Jack Daniels and Brandy?

Yamucha: QUIT IT PU’AR. You know I’m a Bourbon man now.

Pu’ar: Vegeta’s not your friend.

Yamucha: What do you know about friendship Pu’ar.

Pu’ar: I’m your best friend!

Yamucha: And Vegeta’s around more than you are! 

Pu’ar: YOU CAN’T BE HAVING GAY SEX WITH VEGETA!

Yamucha: WHAT OF IT? WHY NOT?

Pu’ar: BECASUE! BULMA WILL KILL YOU!!!

Yamucha: SO? I’VE DIED BEFORE, I’LL DO IT AGAIN!

Pu’ar: (tearing up) I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU AGAIN!!!

Yamucha: (even though it hurts him to say) YOU ALREADY HAVE..!!

i dont know how to end this post

[sundove88]

Birthday Present for @istie-lou

Istie Schmidt (Cabba): “As someone from Luxembourg, it is an honor to meet the kids who helped save the world alongside us.” (Meeting The Ones You Help) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This here is a birthday present for none other than @istie-lou, aka one of my favorite DBZ artists ever.

I know she stopped posting art for no reason at all months ago, but I’m hoping that she makes a comeback with lots more. Happy b day!

This one is of her self insert in SJPL, with said self insert character being the linker of Cabba.

And this second pic was inspired by various scenes from The Little Mermaid, but it’s Eddie seeing Vegeta’s merman form for the first time! Talk about a fish out of water!

Plus, I may have made Veggie a bit… too smoking hot. As in like so hot that he gives you third degree burns. As in like I made him shirtless without veering into NSFW territory hot.

Heck, he has a gorgeous royal blue tail to boot- matching his armor. I wanted to give him the chest plate, but decided against it because it most likely came off during the transformation.

I hope you like them and hoping you’re strong and safe!

[gripefroot]

Crooked Ways [6/22]

It’s a half moon. 

The words slurred and blurred in her mind, topsy-turvy and jumbled and falling to giggling pieces while Bulma swayed her way into the pantry. An elbow knocked over a can of something, which fell to the floor with a crack, and hurriedly she shushed it before continuing on her quest. 

Stupid champagne. Stupid gala and going alone. Stupid of her not to blackmail someone into taking her or pretending that her broken wrist was enough reason to stay home. Bulma fumbled in the dark, feeling her way over glass and plastic bottles until the telltale crinkle beneath her fingers made her screech in joy. 

“You’re mine now! Take that, Vegeta!”

A light flipped on over her head, flashing through her eyes with the intensity of a solar flare. Bulma screamed and whirled around, clutching the bag of chips to her chest. 

Vegeta stood in the doorway of the pantry, shirtless and scowling. 

“Take what?” he snapped.

“Oh, um.” Bulma hurriedly straightened the falling neckline of her dress, smoothing the front to cover her leg from the slit that went up to her hip. Vegeta’s eyes traveled down the length of her, somehow making her feel more immodest than she had in the full light of the crowded gala. 

How? What was it about him that - 

“You made more noise coming inside than a herd of Amortian afiligs,” he said. Then his nostrils flared, gaze returning sharply to her face. “Are you drunk?” 

“No,” Bulma said. But she couldn’t help laughing at the disbelief on his face. “I’m tipsy. There’s a difference. I saw the moon in the limousine on my way home, did you know? It’s a half moon. Does that mean you’re most calm now? Or are you most calm during new moons?” 

“What the hell are you on about?” 

“Your little…you know.” Bulma did her best impression of an Oozaru, slamming her fists on her chest with softened roars. The chip bag on her hand really made it. Vegeta’s lips curled. 

“You’re insufferable,” he said. “Go to bed so I can sleep.” 

“What, you’re not training? I thought you always trained. And ate. And…”

“I have to sleep enough for my muscles to repair and build.” For some reason his cheeks deepened a shade. He hadn’t responded to her second comment. 

“I can see that,” Bulma said. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, maybe she was just tired of restraining herself. He’d ogled her, she could ogle him. And she did, her bottom lip catching between her teeth at the sight of his sculpted shoulders, the taut skin over his chest decorated with scars she’d never understand. And the way his veins flexed when he - 

“Go to bed!” Vegeta repeated, very nearly a roar. 

“I’ll hold out for new moons,” she said. “Do you always sleep naked?”

“No, I save it for arguing with insane women in the middle of the night,” he retorted. “Are you going or not?” 

Bulma grasped the top of the chip bag, pulling it open with echoing plastic crinkles that made her smile and Vegeta scowl. “Mmm. These smell delicious. I can’t wait.” 

“Neither can I,” he said, and stepped forward to scoop her up and over his shoulder. 

Her initial panic devoted to the loss of several chips out of the pantry and through the kitchen as she swayed with each of Vegeta’s steps. “No! No!” she cried, desperately trying to catch them as they fell. But her coordination was rotten, even more so than usual. Someone would be really unhappy to vacuum up the trail of crumbs in the morning.

But more importantly, she was really unhappy with the fading loss of sodium and fat the further Vegeta carried her. Bulma sniffed, wadding up the remainder of the chips in her fist with a tight hold on the top so no more spilled. 

“You’re getting oil on my back,” Vegeta snapped. 

“I didn’t ask you to carry me!” 

“Some of us want to sleep tonight and cannot while a drunkard is making more racket than a small army. If I didn’t put you to bed, you’d never get there and I wouldn’t get my rest.” 

Bulma had propped her chin on her hand, elbow digging into Vegeta’s shoulder while he talked. Her broken wrist, holding the chip back, swung side to side. “Blah, blah, blah,” she intoned, mocking his deep, even tone. “If you were wearing a shirt, you wouldn’t be greased up like a pig.” 

“What does pork have to do with anything?” 

“Oh, never mind.” 

The indigo shadows of the Capsule Corp hallways betrayed dark outlines of picture frames on the walls, plants and random furniture that relieved Bulma that she hadn’t had to navigate to her room by herself. Not that she’d say such a thing aloud. With each jolt of each of his steps, her head spun more and more until she squeezed her eyes shut with a groan.

“Don’t you dare vomit on me!” 

“Then stop bouncing me!” 

“I’m not bouncing you!” 

“Wait! Stop! Stop!”

By some miracle (or desire not to have someone hurl down his back) Vegeta froze, one hand on her leg as if to brace her for the inevitable drop. 

“Turn,” Bulma commanded. She reached out her good hand. “No, the other way, you doofus!” 

The spin made her brain gush and swell up in uncomfortable ways. Rather than groan again, she fumbled in the dark for the closet door, twisting it open with all her strength. 

“This is hardly the time for fashion - ” he began. 

“It’s the time for fashion whenever I want! Back up!” 

Obediently he took a step backwards, engulfing her in the pitch blackness of the closet. Bulma felt out the shelves and supplies with her hand until she found what she was looking for, grabbing it off and showering herself in a pile of other clothes. Flump, flump, flump to the ground. As if the chip trail wasn’t enough…

“I’m done,” she said meekly. 

“Good.” Roughly Vegeta returned to the hallway, kicking the door of the closet shut. “No more detours.”

“Don’t want the broody prince to miss any more of his beauty sleep,” Bulma teased. 

“Looks have nothing to do with it! Sleep is an essential pillar of any training regime. In fact, you could even call it the fourth pillar of Saiyan society.” 

“You’d have to come up with an F name for it,” she said. They were getting close to her bedroom, which was good because her gut was hurting from his shoulder. “You know, to match fighting and feasting and - ”

His snarl ripped beneath her skin, but she only laughed. 

“Fleeping,” she suggested. “Frest.” 

“You’re not funny at all.” 

“On the contrary, I’m hilarious. I wonder if this will fit.” Bulma realized, belatedly, that she’d had no way to tell the size of the shirt she’d grabbed from the closet. 

A thud heralded their entrance to her bedroom. She’d assumed Vegeta would dump her on the threshold and high-tail it out of there (no pun intended) but no such luck. She was dumped on her bed, the up-and-down motion making her stomach queasy.

“Oooh.” Bulma closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Vegeta was still there, glowering down at her with his arms crossed. “Here,” she said, holding up the shirt. He blinked back. 

“You got that for me?”

“Why not?”

“I figured you were treating yourself to more clothes.”

“And what’s wrong with that if I did?” she snapped, giving the shirt a shake. “Clothe yourself! Have some dignity!” 

Vegeta yanked it right out of her grip. He shook it, held it up, and then slipped it over his tower of hair and down his head. 

“Fits perfectly,” Bulma said, her tone gone a little dreamy as he adjusted it over his chest. 

“Too small,” he grunted. 

She opened her chip back, plunging a hand inside to grab a handful. Ooh, the salt was just what she needed. With a tiny moan she produced more, shoving it in with too little dignity to have berated Vegeta for his offenses. 

“You’re not going to go back to the kitchen, right?” he asked, eyeing the chip bag with too much interest for her comfort. 

“No,” Bulma said. 

“Good. I’m going to bed.” 

“Wait!” The sodium was already working its magic, slugging away the dizziness to replace with a measure of sobriety. “Thank you.”

Vegeta sniffed. The collar of the t-shirt, left shoulder emblazoned with the Capsule Corp logo, strained at his neck and arms. Maybe a tad too small, but she liked it that way. Now, if the lights were on, she’d be able to see all the angles it clung to him so much better - 

Bulma shot to her feet. And then promptly lurched forward, the sudden change in position upsetting her precarious balance. Vegeta put out his hands to stop her from falling onto him, but he made an impatient tch! sound that evaporated her gratitude just a bit. 

“You’re supposed to stay here,” he said. 

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Bulma sniffed, twisting away from him with more chips in her mouth. “But I’m going to the balcony.”

“In that state? You’ll fall off and die!” 

Frankly, she was indifferent to the notion. Maybe her friends would remember her existence if they got an invitation to her funeral. 

The door to the balcony whooshed open, bathing her in cool, fresh night air that felt as sobering as the chips. Bulma wrangled herself out of her heels before stepping out, the floor cool on the soles of her feet. Even more sobering. 

“Isn’t it pretty?” 

She didn’t need to hear him to know he’d followed her out. Or at least to the door. Probably wanting to make sure she didn’t die and he had to explain this to her parents. 

Vegeta didn’t respond, but she could’ve sworn she heard him growl beneath his breath.

“Told you it was a half moon!” Bulma pointed at the sky, close to where the moon hung in a canopy of stars. 

“Yes, because I didn’t believe you,” Vegeta said. She huffed, tilting the bag over her mouth to get the rest of the crumbs. Smacking her lips, and regretting all the lost chips fallen to her clumsy journey through the house, she sighed. 

“The only problem” she mused “is the trees. I can’t see my favorite constellation from here.”

“Oh? And what constellation is that?”

Bulma pointed to the dark shape of trees on the grounds. “Romulus Major, it’s a wolf that’s supposed to be chasing a lion but if you ask me, it just looks like a dog chasing a ball.”

“How poetic.” Vegeta sounded bored. 

“When I was a little girl I’d climb up on the greenhouse roof to see it better,” she said, wistfulness catching her unexpectedly. To remember those long ago days when her world was confined to the grounds and she didn’t fear the world ending every other year. She shivered, a sudden breeze raising bumps on her arms as she crossed them to try to ward off the chill. Evening gowns weren’t really meant for…well, actual evenings out of temperature-controlled buildings. 

“Will you show me?”

Bulma blinked several times, eyes riveted on the sky above before she could fathom what Vegeta was asking. She turned towards the doorway where he waited, chin lifted and eyes blacker than any sky she’d seen. 

“I just told you, the trees are in the way,” she said, feeling stupid. 

“That’s not the only way to see them.”

She blinked again. “Oh, right,” she said with a laugh. “You want me to build a spaceship and fly you out to those stars, is that it?”

Vegeta’s mouth was pulled downward in a frown. “Of course that’s not what I meant. I can find my own spaceship and I certainly don’t need your questionable navigation skills to get anywhere.” 

“Well!”

His gaze went up. Bulma’s followed without thinking. Then, without warning, he was at her side, an arm beneath her knees as she felt the floor disappear beneath her feet and the wind strengthen around her face, whipping her hair out of its coiffure. 

“What are you doing!” she shrieked, the words eaten up by the quiet night. 

He didn’t respond. A moment later he stopped, and she was lowered until her bare feet rested on a frigid sheet of metal and the sky opened up above her. 

They were on top of the Capsule Corp dome. 

“Okay,” Bulma said in a shaky voice, clutching Vegeta’s arm as her knees wobbled. “Well.” Then she shook her hair back, peering around his broad body to find the constellation she was looking for with a yelp of delight. 

But he didn’t turn to look. “You’re not afraid?” he asked in a strange voice. 

“Huh?” She dragged her eyes back to his shadowed face, unsure of the expression hidden there. “No, why?” 

Vegeta grunted. 

“Why?” Bulma asked again, her voice raising in pitch and her fingers clenching harder on his arm. He didn’t flinch. “You’ll catch me if I start to slide off, right?” 

With a scoff he peeled her hand away from him, but he didn’t let it go. “If you slide off something this wide, you deserve to plummet to your death.”

She would have expected nothing less, if she’d bothered to expect anything from him at all. “Romulus is behind you,” she explained. “So turn around.” 

He did, squeezing her fingers so hard that the bones hurt. Her nose was right at his ear. For once he didn’t smell of sweat - he must have showered. Bulma could see the glittered refraction of the moonlight and stars in his eyes, a perfect mirror for celestial wonder. But he didn’t seem impressed at all. In fact, a look of distinct discomfort shrouded his face, and he turned away from the stars. 

“Why did you bring me up here?” she asked. 

Vegeta didn’t respond, slowly turning back to her while his jaw ticked. 

“Why are you taking care of me?” A different route, but just as unlikely to get answers. 

“I’m doing no such thing,” he said, brows pinched as he met her gaze. 

“Yes, you are,” Bulma insisted. “You found me that night I was late home after my doctor’s appointment. You brought me meals and told me to get better. You agreed to watch a scary movie with me, but for what reason? You carried me to bed tonight. I complained that I can’t see my favorite constellation and you - you flew me up to the roof.” She’d stomp her foot if she thought she could manage that without falling on her bum and sliding right off of Capsule Corp. “What’s going on, Vegeta?” she demanded, wishing her voice was a little kinder. 

“I don’t want to lose my chance to train here,” he snapped. Irritation flickered off of him - had he roughed up his socks on the carpet downstairs? Was that why she saw a blue spark in his hair? “I consider you an investment to…to your father’s continued hospitality.” 

“Uh-huh,” she said, not believing it. “You know my parents will take anyone in, right?”

Vegeta scoffed, a shifty look crossing his face. He wasn’t meeting her eyes anymore, focusing instead on something in the middle distance beyond her shoulder. “Your robots are better for training than your father’s, then.” 

“Looking for excuses?”

“I don’t need excuses! I’m a pr - ”

“Oh, shut up. You feel guilty that you broke my wrist, don’t you?”

“I feel no such thing - ” he began. 

“Let it go,” Bulma said, trying to shake off his grip. It didn’t work. “Seriously. You don’t have to be my nursemaid. I’m fine.” 

“I’m not trying to be your - ”

She interrupted him again, this time by putting her index finger on his lips to close them. His eyes widened down at her. Then flicked to her cast below his nose, then back to her face. “I appreciate it, anyway,” she said casually, as if she hadn’t just interrogated him. “This is just my way of saying thank you.” 

“Funny way of saying it.” Vegeta’s voice was muffled, and she lowered her hand. But not far - just enough to rest her wrist on his chest. 

Despite the hour, despite the wind, and despite her flimsy dress, she wasn’t cold, and she finally connected the dots. He was warm. Beyond warm. Blazing, really, with heat rippling off his form to rush over her skin just a few inches away. 

“You’re cozy,” she sighed, leaning even closer. “You’re even warmer than Goku.”

“Of course I am, I’m a - ” His blustered rant was cut off, frown reappearing. “How do you know Kakarot’s body temperature?” 

“How would I not?” Bulma leaned back to match his posture. A rush of cool air between them made her shiver. “We basically lived together for years.” 

“Don’t remind me,” Vegeta muttered. “Are you done looking at the stars yet? I’m tired.” 

A typical abrupt ending for any encounter with the Prince of All Saiyans, but she was used to it. Anyway, she didn’t take his moods as seriously as she used to. He might rant and rave and shout, but he was proving he could be tender, too. 

If Bulma understood men - and sometimes she was convinced she did - she’d believe that Vegeta was hiding something he was deeply ashamed of or deeply afraid of anyone discovering. 

His embrace was a taut, distant thing, but he carried her nonetheless. 

She watched his profile, etched silver by the moonlight, and wondered what that thing was. 

[db-gochifan]

Dragon Ball Ships Week 2023 - Day 3: Passion

Title: Desire Characters: Bulma Briefs and Vegeta Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta and mentions of Bulma/Yamcha Summary: Bulma has had enough of Yamcha's fan club. Warning: Possible NSFW content.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Bulma walked past the gravity chamber for Kami knows which time. Every time she glanced at it, hoping that everything was okay with Vegeta inside it. She hasn’t seen him in days and was beginning to worry about him. She took a couple of steps towards the door, but decided against it. With a light shake of her head, she turned around and left. If she didn’t know it any better, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed during his intense training to become a Super Saiyan. She didn’t have any reason to check on him, he was nothing but a guest in her house because he didn’t have a place to stay. She had no interest in him whatsoever; he was rude and mean to everyone. Besides, she was happy with Yamcha. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Saiyan. Vegeta came out of the gravity chamber after several hours, with a white towel wrapped around his neck and shirtless. There was a bottle of water in his left hand, which he squeezed with anger for failing another attempt to become a Super Saiyan. He stretched his neck and walked out of the room, heading to his bedroom. He was in desperate need of a shower. On his way there, he had to walk past Bulma’s bedroom. Much to his surprise, he found himself slowing down and peeking inside it to see if she was there. Not that it mattered to him, he couldn’t care less about her. But he had to admit she and her family were nice enough to let him stay over. And he didn’t think Capsule Corp was that bad either. It was big enough to go unnoticed by everyone for a whole day and that was just what he needed. And training, of course. **** The following weeks were pretty much the same, but Vegeta noticed a few different things. First he came across the table full of food when he walked into the kitchen to have his post-training meal. And that night he noticed there were two trays placed by the door of the chamber when he walked out of it. He had to admit Earthlings could be good people, even when he didn’t exactly treat them right. Having grown up the way he did, he learned to mistrust everyone. But maybe it didn’t have to be like this anymore. Vegeta sat down and leaned against the wall of the chamber before eating the food that was taken to him. He was taking the empty trays to the kitchen and, to his surprise, he spotted Bulma walking in his direction, probably going to her bedroom. The Saiyan prince couldn’t help but notice she was wearing a slightly transparent gown and tried his best not to look below her face. She, on the other hand, felt her cheeks burning red with his bare upper body all sweaty from training. “Oh good, you ate.” She said cheerfully when she took notice of the empty trays. “I hope it wasn’t cold.” “It was good. Did you make it yourself?” “Yes and no. Some of it was already prepared, I just had to heat them.” “T-Thank you.” “What?” Bulma blinked with surprise. “I said thank you! Are you deaf?” “Why do you always have to be like this? Geez! No wonder why he can’t find a girlfriend or wife.” She snapped furiously and then resumed her path to her bedroom. “Have a good night, Vegeta.” He frowned after hearing her statement and mumbled all the way to the kitchen. Bulma leaned against the door after she closed it. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, but the image of Vegetate being shirtless still lingered in her mind. A few weeks ago, she didn’t allow herself to think about him in a fond way because she was Yamcha’s girlfriend, but all this time they have been living under the same roof made her realize maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Then, in an impulsive moment and blinded by desire, she left the door slightly open and slid the sleeves of her night gown off her shoulders. All that was left to do was wait for him. The Prince of the Saiyans was returning to his bedroom when he noticed the door from Bulma’s room slightly open. He frowned and mumbled angrily when his heart started beating fast in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t walk into her bedroom without her permission, but, for the first time in his life, his body didn’t obey him. Plus, he could see a small glimpse of her from the hall and his urge to go inside only grew stronger. And before he knew it, he slowly pushed the door open. Bulma stood up from her bed and stood across him; a few feet separating them. There was a small smile on her face when she moved a lock of her hair away from her face. “So you wanted to check on me.” She gave a couple of steps towards him and could feel the tension increasing in him. “I didn’t want to check on you, woman. You have your boyfriend for that.” “Not that it’s any of your business, but Yamcha and I aren’t together anymore.” “You’re right, it’s not any of my business.” He turned around to leave. “I’m going to my room.” “Wait a moment.” Bulma couldn’t believe what was happening. For a moment it seemed like he was… In an impulse, she grabbed his forearm and he looked over his shoulder. “What? You thought I was gonna fall for this?” She let go of his arm and folded hers in front of her chest, frowning. “Fine, if you want to go, then go. I don’t know why I even thought there was something going on between us.” “There’s nothing going on between us.” Vegeta walked out and heard the door slam behind him with a loud thud. Vegeta was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Bulma had just told him. She had touched a sensitive spot, one he refused to accept. He couldn’t help but feel like Goku had beaten him up once again and gotten married and became a father before him. That mere thought made him angry. He had to find a way to revert that situation. **** Driven by extreme rage, Vegeta was finally able to turn into Super Saiyan for the first time a couple of days later. His motivation was renewed and he was fully satisfied with his training for the first time since Capsule Corp. became his home. He left the gravity chamber with a large smile on his face, feeling confident he would finally be able to defeat Goku. Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Bulma was sitting outside the chamber, with her back leaned against it. Her legs were fully stretched and her eyes were closed. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him to get out of it. She slowly opened her eyes when she faintly heard Vegeta talking to her. “Huh?” “What are you doing here? I already said I don’t like being disturbed when I’m training.” “I didn’t come here for you.” She said with fury as she stood up. “I need to make some adjustments to the chamber and I was waiting for you to leave to do it. Not everything revolves around you, you know?” “Whatever. What kind of adjustments?” “It’s not your business.” Bulma snapped. “You’ll find out next time you use it.” “You’re such an annoying woman. But it doesn’t matter, I’m so proud of myself today nothing will ruin it.” “May I ask you why you’re happy?” “Not that I should tell you anything, but I was finally able to turn into a Super Saiyan. I can defeat Kakarott once and for all.” “That nonsense talk again?” Bulma shouted angrily. “Is that all you Saiyans think about?” “You’re not one of us, so you wouldn’t understand.” “Thank Kami for that. I’ve seen how Goku acts sometimes when it comes to fighting and it’s annoying.” “Kakarott doesn’t know a thing about it. He’s a low-class warrior.” “Right, right.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed his forearm in an impulse when he began to walk away. Feeling his strong muscles in her grasp made her blush a little and wonder how bigger they got when he was in Super Saiyan form. “What do you want now?” But Bulma barely seemed to register what he had asked. It was like she was hypnotized by him. She looked up and saw he was staring right at her with his usual angry expression, but she could see there was something else behind it. Hardly aware of her movements, she lifted her arm and touched his cheek. In a normal situation, Vegeta would have immediately either grabbed the person’s wrist before the touch or pushed the hand away as soon as it rested on his cheek. But for some reason he couldn’t do that to Bulma. He felt like he was paralyzed, though he could fully move around. But he didn’t want to. And then a thought flashed in his mind for a brief second, but he would never admit that out loud. He was enjoying it. Much to her surprise, he was the one who closed the distance between them and kissed her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned even more towards him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He didn’t pull back at it, but his unexpected reaction made her do it for a couple of seconds. She threw herself into it again and a soft moan escaped her lips when she felt his arms tighten around her body. Being so caught up in the moment, she slid her hand down his back and under his shorts. Vegeta quickly pushed her away and frowned. “What were you doing?” “I’m sorry, I thought it was okay. Yamcha didn’t mind it when I did the same to him.” “Don’t compare me to such a weak fighter.” “Yamcha isn’t weak. He’s pretty strong for an Earthling.” “Whatever. Don’t do that again.” “Okay, I got it! I’m sorry!” “Don’t yell either. What a noisy and annoying woman!” “Excuse me?! You didn’t seem to think so when your tongue was tangled up with mine.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned around and left her alone. “Ugh, stupid Saiyans.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta stopped in the middle of the dark hall, only a few feet away from Bulma’s bedroom. He couldn’t stop thinking about their kiss that happened earlier. He had never experienced such a thing before, and had mixed feelings about it. He also thought about Goku already having a son and he didn’t. His hands closed into fists. He was the Prince of the Saiyans, he should have his own offspring. He looked over his shoulder towards the door. She was his best shot at that; in fact, she was his only shot at that. Overwhelmed by that feeling, he spun around and walked back to her room. “What are you doing here?” Bulma asked surprised when he burst into her bedroom again. “Didn’t you make it clear you had no interest in me whatsoever? Did you have to come back and disrespect me again?” “Hear me out, woman.” He sat on her bed, which caught her even more by surprise. “This will happen only tonight.” “Alright. You don’t want to risk falling in love with me.” “That’s not it!” “You just said that… nevermind.” “So how does this work?” “You’ve never been with a woman before?” “That doesn’t matter!” Vegeta blushed heavily. “Let’s just get it over with.” “Okay.” She crawled towards him and kissed him briefly, quickly lying down on her king-sized bed and bringing him along. **** When Bulma opened her eyes the next morning, she looked around and noticed Vegeta was already gone. She knew it would happen, but deep down she couldn’t help but feel disappointed for wanting him to still be there, with his arms wrapped around her body. And maybe having a morning round before they went on with their days. With a long sigh, she wrapped herself up in a sheet and stood up, staring at the view outside from her glass door. She found out from her father that Vegeta was already in the gravity chamber for another intensive training day, by the time she walked into the lab. Countless times she caught herself glancing towards it, in hopes he’d come out and check on her, and had to shake her head to turn her focus to what was really important. Thinking about how fast her life turned around made her dizzy. The same Saiyan that left Goku seriously injured and scared the hell out of her was now living in her house. It was a risky situation at that time, but she just couldn’t leave him on his own. She couldn’t help but smile and wondered when she actually started having feelings for him. When Vegeta walked out of the gravity chamber at the end of the day, he was in his Saiyan form and wearing his usual training outfit. He took a look around and realized the whole lab was empty and there was no tray by the door waiting for him either. For a brief second, he wondered if something had happened to Bulma, but quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He still wanted to have no attachment to her. After having dinner, he made his way back to his room and found himself stopping in front of Bulma’s door and glancing at it. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was inside. As his true nature returned, he frowned and rolled his eyes before resuming his way to his bedroom. Little did he know what was going to happen next. Bulma was walking down the hall in the opposite direction, coming from where his bedroom was, and they met halfway. She felt momentarily panicky, but quickly her attention moved to his well-toned torso, completely hypnotized by it. “I hope you didn’t enter my room.” “I… I…” She shook her head and frowned, finally understanding what he had said. “I wasn’t coming from your damn room, you don’t have to worry about that.” “Good.” “Like there’s anything special or valuable there.” “What do you know about value anyway?” He said in a superior way and folded his arms over his chest. “How dare you talk to me like this? Especially in my own house!” Bulma shouted. “Get a fucking clue! You’re living here for free and as a guest. Be grateful for the opportunity you were given!” “Ugh, get out of my fucking way, woman!” He tried to get past her, but she held his arm. Before he could even snap at her, he felt her lips on him and suddenly his body started not obeying him anymore. He placed a hand behind her head and wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her closer to him. She pushed him against the wall when things got heated and was trying to reach for the doorknob when he abruptly pulled away and broke their kiss. “What’s going on?” There was a puzzled expression on her face and she blinked a few times, trying to understand what had just happened. “What the hell were you thinking to just kiss me like that?” “Excuse me?! It’s not like you didn’t kiss me back! And don’t you dare talk to me like this again!” “I still want nothing to do with you, woman. Go find your boyfriend.” He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. “Ugh, why can’t you be nice like Goku?” “Kakarott is an idiot.” He shouted from inside. Bulma spent about two or three minutes staring at his door, trying to understand why it was so hard to get through him when he recovered his senses and pushed her away. She was starting to regret her decision to break up with Yamcha. Inside the room, Vegeta stood a few feet away from the door, with his back turned to it. His heart was racing and he hated all these new things he was feeling. He couldn’t help but think they made him weak. Still, he found himself opening the door and grabbing her arm before she could walk away. Surprised, she looked at him. “What are you doing, Vegeta?” Without saying a word, he simply pulled her inside his room and closed the door behind him.

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MY DISAGREEMENT WITH GEEKDOM101'S SHORT

Geekdom often combines both the DBS anime & DBS manga continuities (as many ppl do) & I believe that's what he may have done in his YouTube short. So, I disagree with Geekdom on this point. Halway disagree because the manga version of Jiren is far weaker than the anime version. But, in the DBS anime continuity, I DO NOT believe that Orange Piccolo is stronger than Jiren and there are a few reasons why...

HOW STRONG ARE GAMMA 1 & GAMMA 2?

In the film, Piccolo says "those Gamma androids SEEM on par with [Goku & Vegeta.]" That is just what it "SEEMS" like to Piccolo. It's close, but not exact. And we see from Gohan's fight against Gamma 1 that they are weaker than Goku & Vegeta since Gohan could easily handle Gamma 1 once he used his Potential Unleashed form. The Gammas' strength is likely a little above SSG.

HOW STRONG IS ORANGE PICCOLO?

When Orange Piccolo fought Gamma 2, the android's attacks were nothing to Piccolo & couldn't even make him flinch. Then, Piccolo one-shotted Gamma 2.

In comparison, Jiren (not using his full power) effortlessly blocked SSG Goku's punches with 1 finger.

So, Orange Piccolo's strength would be somewhere between "base" Jiren & Full Power Jiren. However, Orange Piccolo definitely IS NOT stronger than Super Full Power Jiren (that is shirtless Jiren who has Awakened with power on par with Mastered Ultra Instinct Goku.)

HOW STRONG IS JIREN IN THE DBS ANIME CONTINUITY?

Jiren wasn't made weaker as many still believe. Here's this post I made in 2022 that explains what Vegeta's statements meant.

In short, Jiren was in the same realm of power as Goku & Vegeta, but positioned at the top while they were somewhere in the middle. And Vegeta realizes that Jiren's power was due to the masterful ki control he had that was beyond what they could currently do with Super Saiyan transformations. And in Dragon Ball, the more mastery over your ki that you have, the stronger you can become. (The advancement in power is different between a character who can physically transform & a character who cannot. My link directly above explains it.)

Vegeta was referring to his battles with Jiren in his "base" state and Jiren in his Full Power state. Vegeta never fought Jiren in his awakened state, Super Full Power Jiren, which is strong enough to hang with Mastered Ultra Instinct Goku.

HOW STRONG IS CELL MAX?

Cell Max is said to have been able to defeat Broly if it's mind was complete. Because having control over your power makes you stronger than mindlessly using your power.

Orange Piccolo kept up with Cell Max, but was still weaker in the end. This means that Orange Piccolo is close to DBS version of Broly's full strength, but still a bit weaker. Just like with Cell Max, Orange Piccolo would be able to hang with Broly, but ultimately lose in terms of power. However, it is possible that Orange Piccolo could barely win against Broly with his skill and strategy. A Special Beam Cannon may need to hit a specific weak point on Cell Max to defeat him, but a Special Beam Cannon anywhere on Broly would be deadly.

RANKING THE STRENGTH OF THE CHARACTERS BASED ON CONTINUITY

And now I will put in order the strength of the characters in the DBS anime continuity (which the DBS movies are part of) & the DBS manga continuity. They differ greatly, so you have to know which continuity you are referring to when discussing how strong a character is. (It can be confusing, so I don't insult ppl who get it confused.)

DBS ANIME CONTINUITY:

Mastered Ultra Instinct Goku

Super Full Power Jiren

Gohan Beast (could be higher once more info comes out)

Full Power Jiren & Full Power Super Saiyan Broly & Cell Max (incomplete mind)

Orange Piccolo

Ultra Instinct Omen Goku

Jiren

Super Saiyan Blue Evolution Vegeta

Super Saiyan Blue Kaioken Goku

Golden Freeza

Super Saiyan Blue Goku & Vegeta

Gohan Potential Unleashed

Gamma 1 & Gamma 2

Super Saiyan God Goku & Vegeta

Piccolo Potential Unleashed

DBS MANGA CONTINUITY:

Black Freeza

Giant Aura Ultra Instinct Goku

Earth Moro

Gas when wished to be the strongest

Awakened Full Power Granolah (second red eye unlocked is what I call "Full Power")

Ultra Ego Vegeta

Mastered Ultra Instinct Goku

True UI Goku (Toyo revealed it to just be UI Sign, but stronger for reasons that contradict what he established prior)

Moro with Ultra Instinct

Full Power Super Saiyan Broly & probably Full Power Jiren

Moro 7-3 absorbed

UI Sign Goku & SSSBE Vegeta

Jiren

SSB Goku & SSB Vegeta & Ultimate Gohan

Golden Freeza & Android 17

Super Saiyan God Goku & Vegeta

I can't say how Toyotaro will write the strength of the Gammas, Piccolo, or Gohan. Since Goku has mastered Ultra Instinct & Vegeta has Ultra Ego in the DBS manga continuity, the manga adaptation might actually have the Gammas at SSB level & Potenial Unleashed Piccolo might be above SSG level. Gohan is always in the Potential Unleashed state in the DBS manga, so Toyotaro may correct that or keep it the same. But, Toyo will make Potential Unleashed Gohan stronger than SSB for sure. Gohan Beast will probably be stronger than Black Freeza, Orange Piccolo might be slightly below Broly, & Cell Max might be around or a bit higher than Broly. We'll find out soon enough.

[straightfacedstrangeness]

Broly movie semi-liveblog because of reasons

I only ever watched the original Broly movie once or twice cus of the suuuper long fight scene ending (and I think it came out, or we borrowed it from Blockbuster, around the time I was losing interest in DBZ)…which is great cus watching it now after the reboot movie has me going in almost totally fresh

Krillin’s puppy song (and how he just pauses then keeps singing after the ship lands X’D so you just hear him wailing in the background during Paragus’ big speech)

Paragus: I’m starting a new planet and I want you to be king Vegeta: :/ Paragus: Uhh…there’s also this big strong bad guy and only YOU can stop him! Vegeta: :/ Trunks: Dad, don’t go with him Vegeta: DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! *goes out of spite*

Vegeta gets to the planet, gets his ear talked off by Paragus, sees Paragus’ whole army, doesn’t react to anything, but takes one look at the big buff shirtless dude covered in jewelry and decides “I want to be alone with that guy for a while” (Trunks: “DAD NO” Vegeta: “DON’T KINKSHAME ME”)

Son “cat trying to convince you it didn’t just eat five minutes ago” Goku

“Golly, who could the Legendary Super Saiyan be?” *shows a whole flashback of Broly being the Legendary Super Saiyan and names the movie “Broly: The Legendary Super Saiyan”*

Still gets me that the fan-favorite His Power Is Maximum villain’s weakness is that he flips out at the sight of the guy who cried in the crib next to him when they were babies

I’d still fight Master Roshi if I could risk getting within ten feet of him but thanks man for deflating the tension every time it gets serious here. And more importantly, giving my boy Oolong an actual reason to be here (designated driver). Which kinky freak on staff came up with that sequence of the two of them in bed together though?? XD

Realizing I haven’t seen the old DBZ movies since before my dad got his giant TV, and watching this thing in HD on a huge screen with surround sound blasting the doofy 2000s grunge rock songs shoehorned into the soundtrack just feels so wrong X’D

With Paragus’ whole thing being about trapping Vegeta on this planet so a comet can smush him, how much funnier would it have been if Goku had just shown up and immediately IT’d everyone back to Earth

This version of Broly is SO annoying, OMFG. Hulked-out glowing guy cackling about how he was gonna kill a child, “What do you expect from a true freak?! Wahaha~” Like 100% one of those guys who saw The Dark Knight and went “the Joker’s so dark and edgy, I wanna be just like him” Shut up already

Actually Broly’s fixation on hurting Gohan to upset Goku plus the Trunks-Vegeta dynamic could’ve made for an interesting subplot about father-son relationships, but nope I guess. Gohan and Trunks aren’t even in the reboot movie where they really dig into Paragus’ abuse of Broly (just a brief scene of Goten and Trunks calling Bulma for two seconds to tell her plot stuff)

Piccolo dragging Vegeta to the battle by his hair

I also actually love sad scared Vegeta because it makes him so much more interesting. Goku’s an excitable child whose relationship with martial arts is basically like a good work ethic, so he hears about someone stronger than him and gets all excited cus he wants to test his strength by fighting them. Vegeta’s an arrogant jerk generally used to getting his own way, so he hears about someone stronger than him and his first instinct is to go “pff, no way,” then when it’s clear the person IS much stronger he just shuts down. Probably a remnant of being terrorized and probably physically beaten by Frieza or his minions as a kid, cus you KNOW he wasn’t gonna just start taking orders from some guy who isn’t even his king dad

The classic DBZ squeaky foot noise when Broly walks...bless

“I’m the prince of all Saiyans, even you, Broly” “Then please try your best to make me kneel before you” Get a ROOM

“Did he really think I would die just because this planet is about to explode?”

*gives you my power, but in a tsundere way*

I’d been wanting to watch the first bunch of movies for a while since they use clips from em in the Ocean dub opening, but wound up with the 2nd movie set cus I found a good deal and the Broly reboot made me curious to revisit the original…now I’m torn between going on to Return Of Cooler & Super Android 13 my dumb funny beloveds, or going back to the 1st movie set and working my way up to truly Earn them XD

[evilkitten3]

love how the legends guys were like "you know what legends limited ssjss evolved vegeta needs? random shirtless scene"