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Drownin' in Poison

I am finally getting around to starting (and hopefully completing) this fic idea! I'm not really sure if it will go anywhere, but I am still really excited to make this idea a reality. I hope everyone enjoys it! This is based on the song Poison from Hazbin Hotel, and the story takes place after Vegeta comes back from Earth. Gifs are not mine!

Summary: Vegeta is informed by Frieza that he needs to relax more, and what better way to do so then with entertainment from one of Frieza's personal performers. Vegeta is reluctant but cannot say no, and he is mortified to see that the performer is a Saiyan like him. Will he choose to save them from their fate, or will he drown with them?

Warnings: sexual and suggestive comments from Frieza and his men, racist comments from Frieza, nonconsensual physical contact and choking, cursing, reader is wearing revealing clothing, mentions of injuries during a flashback, if I miss anything please let me know!!!

Vegeta was pissed. No, that was an understatement; he was absolutely infuriated. Vegeta had been working under Frieza's tyrannical fist for a long time now, so why in the hell would he interrupt a training session for a "lovely chat" as it was phrased by Frieza's dispatched henchman. Oh how he wished to see Frieza begging for his life as he made that wretched alien pay for his cockiness. Still, Vegeta was not a fool, and he knew that he would have to wait if he wanted to catch Frieza off guard.

Vegeta slammed the doors to Frieza's council room open, his lips raised in a snarl. "You've got a lot of nerve calling me in here while I was training, Frieza. I can not fulfill your orders properly if I become weaker than those you send me to destroy!"

Frieza, who was talking to Zarbon about the Frieza force's next mission, shooed the green-haired warrior away. Zarbon did not hesitate to follow his commander's wave, but not before shoulder checking Vegeta on his way out. The shove did not phase Vegeta as much as Zarbon wished. "Oh Vegeta, you know better than to use such a tone with me," Frieza quipped as he approached him, his pace smooth and calculated. "Even for a filthy monkey, you are quite strong, and I would not have kept you alive otherwise."

Vegeta's face was void of any emotions, and yet his eye slightly twitched at Frieza's remark despite hearing it quite often. "Why have you summoned me here, Frieza?"

Frieza's dark lips stretched into a wicked smile, his eyes glittering with joy and a hint of something else that Vegeta could have swore was eagerness, like a child who knew a secret but refused to reveal the whole truth. "I believe that you need a well-deserved break, Vegeta. You have done so much for my empire, and I want to repay you for your dedication to me."

Vegeta could feel his hair stand on end under his armor, his instincts flagging at Frieza's offer. If he still had his tail, Vegeta knew it would be puffed up and twitching with alarm. All Vegeta could do right now was clench his fist as he stood taller. "That is not necessary. You accepted me into your ranks when my planet was destroyed. That is repayment enough."

"But you need to loosen up is the problem. You are so uptight and it disgusts me. Luckily, you have earned an invitation to an exclusive party for the top elite." Frieza's chest rumbled with a high pitched giggle as his crimson eyes locked with Vegeta's. "I have no doubt that you will enjoy the show."

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Vegeta pulled at the collar of his azure button up shirt as his dress shoes tapped on the metal floor. Frieza's servant left the shirt for him along with a suit jacket and dress pants the color of the onyx cosmos that he had explored for Frieza's conquests. The instructions to the club were tucked into the suit jacket, and based on the coordinates, the club was not meant to be found easily.

Curse Frieza and his damn orders, Vegeta thought as he realized just how uncomfortable and warm the outfit made him feel. His armor would have been perfectly fine to wear. Then again, Frieza must be hiding something if he wanted Vegeta to wear something that he felt was idiotic trash.

The hallway became darker and darker until the final curve led to two wooden doors guarded by none other than Zarbon and Dodoria, the magenta light from above almost creating halos above their heads. Vegeta scoffed as he stopped before them. "My, my, don't you two idiots make quite the pair. Are all the other qualified guards injured if Frieza had to resort to you?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow as the other two glared at him.

"Shut it, Vegeta," Dodoria barked. "You should feel honored to be stepping foot into this club. Where's your invitation?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Are you blind?! It's right here!" Vegeta shoved the piece of paper into Dodoria's chest, not even waiting for him to check it before shoving past the guards and entering the room. Vegeta could feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the room, his face flushing from anger and confusion. The whole club was decorated in white marble floors and purple wood stained walls, amethyst stones etched into the tables and the bar's counter top. Several of Frieza's top men were here, each one being served by various alien races that Frieza had conquered. It was the outfits that caught Vegeta off guard. Each worker had on tight outfits made from different styles and fabrics, but all of them were either a shade of purple or white to match Frieza.

To make matters worse, the tyrant in question had his own throne center stage to what Vegeta assumed was a performance area. The throne itself was a deep indigo with swirls of white stone dancing along the sides, and there were tables surrounding the throne for Frieza's favorite soldiers. Vegeta couldn't help but notice there was only one spot left.

"Ah there's the filthy monkey now~! We saved a special spot for you, Vegeta..." Frieza smirked as he swirled the wine in his glass cup, his dark fingernails tracing the edge as he took in Vegeta's rigid walk as he found his seat. "Not what you expected, hmm? I told you I would find a way to help you relax, and you better enjoy yourself. That is an order."

"Yes, Frieza." Vegeta mumbled as he took a few drinks from whatever the soldiers' had brought him. Damn rancid beer, Vegeta lamented to himself as he wiped his lips. Even with the loud music thumping throughout the club, Vegeta tried to address Frieza. "With all due respect, Frieza, I do not understand your motives for inviting me to this club. Places like this are not meant for high classes warriors like me."

Frieza laughed so hard that some of his wine spilled onto one of the soldiers below him, but he was too pleased with himself to notice. "You'll eat those words, Vegeta. I have a special guest that will make this place feel like home!"

Home? Now that made Vegeta nearly spit out his drink. What in the hell did he mean by home?

I'm not above a love to cash in

The music from the speakers faded until there was nothing but the eager energy from the crowd and a single lilac spotlight shining down onto the stage. An announcer stepped out onto the stage, a wide yet fake smile stretched across their face. "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to another show at the Violet Underground! Tonight, we have one of the club's top performers here for your entertainment. Without further ado, here is none other than Y/N!"

The person that stepped through the curtain and took the place of the announcer was clad in a tight purple outfit, a white heart decorating the opening near their chest and matching thigh high pearl boots that echoed through the room with each step they took. Their eyes and lips were expertly done up with purple and white makeup, making their dark eyes glimmer in the light despite the performer's discomfort with the makeup. It is true that they were beautiful, Vegeta could not deny that, but there was one part of their appearance that had Vegeta gripped with fear. It was their brown tail that swished as they walked that automatically revealed that this performer named Y/N was a Saiyan just like him. While Vegeta gritted his teeth and wondered how it was possible for another Saiyan to survive the desolation of their planet, Frieza's soldiers and the others in the crowd were already spewing flirtatious comments towards Y/N.

Another lover underneath those flashin' lights, Another one of those ruthless nights, yeah, yeah, yeah

As the tempo of the song started to pick up, Y/N's body moved to the rhythm with expert precision. Vegeta could not help but become mesmerized by the sway of their hips and tail, the way their Saiyan muscles flexed with each bend and step, but at the same time, Vegeta could still feel the anger building in the pit of his stomach. Vegeta could barely hear his own thoughts over the loud music and shouts from the crowd. How the hell did a powerful Saiyan warrior become a performer for such a beastly crowd?

I shoulda guessed that this would happen

Y/N was wondering the same thing. They did not ever see themselves performing in a skin tight outfit in front of soldiers that would storm the stage if not for Frieza keeping them at bay. This was not the job that they were promised. Before every performance as Y/N put on the outfit that matched Frieza's colors, the memories of their first meeting always flashed through their mind.

"You must be the filthy monkey that my men captured trying to flee from the rest. Still, you do appear to be quite strong."

Y/N kneeled before Frieza, who was lounging in his throne as the tip of his tail flicked lazily side to side. They were bloody and beaten, the cuffs digging into their wrists, and yet they couldn't help the growl that escaped from their throat. "When I get out of these cuffs, I will kill you myself! Just like the weaklings before me!"

Frieza tilted his head as he smiled and let out a sinister laugh. "My, my, you are quite a feisty one. My men have told me about the fight that you put up, and I believe that you would be the ideal candidate for a new fighting squad I'm creating."

Y/N's face relaxed slightly at the comment, but they remained hesitant at first. "What is this fighting squad you speak of?"

I shoulda known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes, Spewin' all your red-hot lies, yeah, yeah, yeah

"It's called D.A.N.C.E., and only the strongest warriors have learned to master it." Frieza had to take a sip of his wine to keep from laughing at his own deviousness. He knew that the younger Saiyans would always pounce at the chance to fight without knowing all the details, but to fall for something like this was astoundingly foolish. He slowly rose from his seat and walked to stand inches in front of Y/N. He bent at the waist so he could stare down at them. "So, do we have a deal, Monkey?"

What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself

Not knowing any better, Y/N had eagerly accepted the deal that would allow them to keep fighting, and more importantly to keep living long enough to kill Frieza and make him pay for what he has done. Their eagerness and lack of questioning led them to here, where D.A.N.C.E. meant dancing for soldiers and doing whatever it took to keep them and Frieza entertained. At first the news made Y/N sick, and yet they knew that if they did not perform they would be killed, and so they did whatever Frieza ordered.

Vegeta let his eyes flicker over to Frieza who was sitting beside him, trying his best to not launch himself out of his seat and punch the pale alien in the jaw. He could tell that Frieza was enjoying the performance, despite his hatred towards the Saiyan race. Frieza's tail swayed back and forth in the same pattern as Y/N's hips, his blood-colored eyes appearing darker as he took in their figure. Vegeta even caught him liking his lips as he took another sip of his wine. The other soldiers were no better as they shouted and whistled, some of them even shifting in their seats as they resisted the urge to move and disobey Frieza. Y/N knew all of this was happening, and yet they appeared unbothered by it all. In fact, they were somehow relishing in the behaviors around them.

'Cause I know you're poison, You're feeding me poison

Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow, Up your Poison, I made my choice, and

Y/N had accepted their mistake long ago, otherwise it would have torn their spirit apart. The only way to win this game was to play the role that was expected of them, or what Frieza expected from them. Whether that meant flirting with the Lord or his underlings, practicing new performances and moves until their muscles ached, or wearing these awful outfits that made their skin crawl: all of it worked as steps towards ending Frieza's reign. Y/N realized that if this was going to work they had to pretend like they were enjoying themselves.

Every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow

The beat of the song dropped, and along with it Y/N's body dropped to the floor of the stage as they seductively crawled towards Frieza. Y/N could feel a shiver as the cold stage clawed at their skin, but this new move was worth it as Frieza's eyes widened along with his smile, his tail flicking faster in a more predatory way. Frieza had never done anything to Y/N, but they were not naive to ignore the strength and power he had. All it would take is one word and they would be done for. As the soldiers became more rowdy and vulgar, Y/N tried to focus on only Lord Frieza, knowing that he would enjoy the attention. How could they have been diminished to such humiliation?

Frieza leaned over to speak to Vegeta, his voice reaching a higher pitch so he could be heard over the song. "Even though they may be a monkey like you, Vegeta, I would not hesitate to take them in this room right here and now. No one would stop me, either."

Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Anyway you want me, baby, That's the way you got me

I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

Someone new caught Y/N's attention. They had never noticed this soldier at Frieza's club before, and he seemed like he was hating every second of this act. Y/N swiftly moved back to a standing position as they swished their hips and moved to the opposite side of the stage while the song moved on to the second verse. They were curious to get a better look at this new patron, and there was something else that drew Y/N to them. Why did that dark hair look so familiar?

Then it hit them. Y/N recognized the man as none other than Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. Y/N thought that all of the royalty from Planet Vegeta were dead, or at least that is what Frieza had told them. Y/N could find themselves smiling at Vegeta instinctually as the happiness of finding familiarity in one's own people returned to them. Despite the smile, Vegeta could barely look at Y/N, and any time he did look it seemed laced with infuriation. Was he mad at them for ditching their Saiyan heritage and fighting spirit? That was far from the case, and Y/N could feel this man's anger seep into her own movements. Y/N leapt down from the stage and strutted with purpose across the room, thinking about ways to prove this arrogant prince wrong.

I got so good at bein' untrue, I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear

Y/N had never left the comfort of the stage before, and it became harder to ignore the comments that were being thrown her way. "Why don't you come over here, doll?", and "I bet that Saiyan stamina would be great in the bedroom" were just a few of the comments that Y/N heard. They pushed the comments away and made it their mission to catch Vegeta's attention.

I disassociate, disappear, yeah, yeah, yeah

The dark-haired man noticed Y/N approaching, and they made sure to swish their tail more obviously for him. He was handsome, and Y/N made a risky move by running their hand along his jaw as they passed him. Vegeta curled defensively into the other side of his seat, but he could feel the warmth creeping up his neck at the attention. Y/N could tell that he had him in the palm of their hand now, so they gracefully stepped up onto Vegeta's table and grabbed his drink from him. Y/N smirked as they drank what little bit of the alcohol was left, shocking Vegeta and spurring on the others at the table.

So far beyond difficult, To resist another gulp

Y/N felt the moves come more freely to them as they danced on the table and never broke eye contact with Vegeta. This was a move that could cost them their life, and Y/N could feel the daggers that Frieza was staring into them. Y/N did not dare to look at Frieza yet, and instead they twirled around and showed off their tail with pride. Vegeta, on the other hand, could only sit back and watch. He wanted nothing more than to leave, but that would mean committing treason against Frieza and risking both of their lives. How could a performer, someone who threw away their self-respect so quickly, cause Vegeta's heart to skip a beat?

Yeah I know it's poison, You're feedin' me poison

I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow, Up your poison, I made my choice, and

Y/N decided to spare a glance towards Frieza, and while they could tell that he was pissed, he also seemed amused. Was he getting off on the fact that two Saiyans were before him, predicting that they may team up in the future to escape? Y/N felt that deep down they should play it safe and return to the stage, but they were sick of being confined to a fake performance that was not who they were. They were a warrior, and they were going to show it through their rebellion. Y/N grabbed another bottle from the table, not even stopping as they took a drink and maintained eye contact with Vegeta. They knew they shouldn't be drinking while performing, but at the same time, they stopped caring about the logistics after the first sip.

Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow

Vegeta, upon realizing what Y/N was doing, made the choice to have a little fun of his own. If Frieza wanted him to loosen up, or lose his cool due to the Saiyan performing for him now, then he would follow the orders to a T. Vegeta smirked as he leaned back in his seat, resting his arms behind his head and playing into the role that Y/N wanted him to set. Y/N watched Vegeta closely, seeing what else he would do. Vegeta raised his hand and made a slow twirling motion, and Y/N eagerly followed the signal to spin for him as their purple suit shimmered in the stage lighting. For once in the entire time that Y/N had been stuck on this planet, they finally felt proud of the performance they were giving. It felt natural.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, anyway you want me, baby, That's the way you got me

I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

The song reached its final cord, and Y/N struck a lasting pose as they remained on the table. Soldiers and servers alike clapped for them, but it was Vegeta's claps that felt like the best praise. Y/N smiled at him, a genuine smile not stitched with forced flirtations, and their tail happily moved from side to side. Vegeta offered his hand to help Y/N down from the table, and just before Y/N could reach out to him, something jerked them off balance.

Frieza had wrapped his tail around Y/N's waist, the pearl colored appendage coiling around their body like a python ready to squeeze the life from it's prey. Frieza lifted Y/N up with ease as they gripped his tail for fear of being dropped. Vegeta shot out of his chair as it clashed to the floor, the other soldiers pulling out their weapons and pointing them at the new hostile target. Frieza placed Y/N in his lap, his tail moving higher up their chest to curve around their throat and giving a light squeeze. Vegeta could tell that Y/N was not comfortable with Frieza's advances, but if he moved, he would be killed without hesitation.

Poison, I'm drownin' in poison

I'm filling up my glass but it's always hollow

Frieza tilted his head to peer down at Vegeta, loving how angry he looked at the thought of him stealing one of his own. Frieza's eyes narrowed as he chuckled and tightened the grip of his tail, causing Y/N to let out a gasp. "Easy now, Vegeta. A monkey like you should remember his place, and this monkey belongs to me~," Frieza turned back toward Y/N and licked a stripe across their cheek, the contact causing Y/N's nose to crinkle in disgust as they jerked their head the other way.

"If they are your property, then why do you waste their potential?! Why not put their skills to a better use?" Vegeta shouting at Frieza in front of the others could have been a death sentence, but the twinge of a feeling deep in his gut told him to protect his own. Afterall, Y/N did have the build of the Saiyan warriors he used to train.

Frieza perked up at Vegeta's outburst. He let his tail relax as it unwove from Y/N's body, but he kept a strong hand placed tightly on their waist. Y/N winced at the contact and knew it would leave bruises the next day. "Well, Vegeta, what better use could they have than this?"

Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison

Vegeta relaxed at Frieza's willingness to listen, something that he did not do often. "Let me train them for you so they can become another warrior for your ranks," Vegeta offered. Frieza waved his hand, and the other soldiers lowered their guns. Vegeta took that as a sign to continue. "You lost a lot of great soldiers on the last mission, and I have no doubt that Y/N here could do the work of all those soldiers if not more under my guidance." Vegeta swallowed as he quickly glanced at Y/N, whose eyes were pleading to be set free.

Frieza shrugged. "The idea has potential, but we will speak more on this tomorrow. For now, have a few more drinks and enjoy yourself. You'll know my decision when we meet again."

Y/N's head hung low, their eyes watering as they tried to blink the false hope away. They looked up at Vegeta one last time as he went to leave, and the look in his eyes seemed more certain than their own. If Vegeta is as strong as Y/N remembered, maybe he could set them free, or they would both die by Frieza's hand.

Wish I had somethin' to live for tomorrow

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Goku x Vegetas Daughter PT 1

PT2 PT3 PT4 Master List

"Y/N" Trunks called out into the forest where his elder sister was busy training. "You sure she's here Trunks?" Goten asked also in search of his sister figure "KAHMEHAMEHAAA" there was a yell off in the distance and a large blast followed "FOUND HER" both boys perked up at the sound. They where quick to take off into the air following the destruction that was left behind. "Okay that was awesome, but you have to make sure you use you hips more when you send it" The boys landed next to her and Goten's father. "Ah dad, what are you guys doing?" Goten asked with Goku standing there with his hands on Y/N's hips showing her the movement he wanted her to do. "Oh Goten, Trunks Hey guys" Goku smiled brightly and released Y/N hips. "I was showing Y/N how to get more power behind her Kahmehamha" Y/N stood straight and looked up at Goku. "Thanks for the training session, Dad refuses to help me with my form" She said bowing in thanks. "It's not a problem at all, always a pleasure when it's just the two of us" Goku brought her into a side hug, his arm slung over her shoulder.  "Oh yeah, Mom said the feast is ready, she said we're just waiting on you Goku" Trunks remembering as to why they where there. "OH YEAH, I'm starving, come on Y/N we better not keep them waiting" Goku was already in the air the two youngsters following suit. "Oh um a-actually, Mom said she doesn't want to see Y/N right now" Trunks frowned as he told his sister what their mother had said "WHAT but Y/N had a full day of training and she's hungryyyyy" Goku wined at the information. "Dad maybe it's best if we leave her, m-mom not happy you've been spending so much time with her either" Goten said. He was trying to keep his farther out of the dog house. "but, Y/N, are you?" Goku was so sad, Him and Y/N where like best friends, they battled, hangout, and even took the boys training together all the time "Oh it's okay Goku, go eat I'm sure you're hungry. Plus I'm um mm Fasting thats right, a cleanse" She lied, she knew he would offer to stay or bring her food but that would only get him in trouble with his Wife. "You sure, I could" "No no go enjoy, I'll be here like always" she smiled and ushered them to leave. "Well okay, I guess we better go then" and with that the boys took off heading towards Collapse corp.  "Dad you have to stop running off with Y/N" Goten complained " Yeah Goku, Mrs.ChiChi thinks you're cheating with my sister" Trunks complainant as he circled to the other side of Goten. "WHAT, that's insane, sure Y/N is sweet and really pretty and a great fighter but I love ChiChi, it's just nice having someone to hang with that can match my energy" Goku confessed while looking back "She makes me feel normal, you know?" He look back forward. "I get it dad we love Y/N too but nobody else does" Goten felt so sad whenever discussing her. "But i just don't understand, She kind, smart, powerful, and just perfect" Trunks defended his sister. "I agree Trunks, there has to be more to her and Vegeta's history then what we have been told" Goku face changed to one of determination "and I think we need to find out" "Yeah, lets do it" the boys where more than excited to find out why their beloved sister was hated so much. "I thinks we've been left out of the loop and I want in" Goku said "ALRIGHT OPERATION UNCOVER IS A GO" Trunks cheered before they began their decent to the ground. 

"GOKU WERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Goku was already saddened by his wife's voice. "AHAH ChiChi hey, I've just been training with Y/N" Goku said a light sweat forming. "WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT THAT BITCH" Chichi ignited with straight furry. "She's a whore who just wants in your pants" she glared at Goku, If only looks could kill. "HEY, DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT MY SISTER" Trunks desperately wanted to defend his sister but he was never allowed to. "TRUNKS" Bulma holler walking in with Vegeta "What have I said about calling that THING you sister" Vegeta scolded him. "I,- DAD SHE'S YOUR KID" Trunks was almost in tears "He's right Mr.Vegeta" Goten intervened "Goten, shush" ChiChi was quick to silence him. The boys always argurded about Y/N especially Trunks, He loved her deeply but today a new voice intervened.  "You know Vegeta, I've always wondered how Y/N came to be" Goku pushed the conversation on. "I've already told ya, She was a Fling back when I was working with Frieza" "Right but that doesn't explain why you hate her" Gohan was now involved. He had always been fawn of the girl, but his mother had forbidden him from talking with her as they grew up. "I never asked for her, she nothing but a burden that is utterly useless to me" Vegeta set the cup he was holding down. "Plus she's far to weak to actually be my child" he had a smug look on his face. "Naw I don't think so Vegeta, She's really strong. I've seen it myself" Goku was determined to defend her as much as he could "ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR KAKAROT?" Now Vegeta was enraged. So Bulma stepped in "Now boys please, Goku you know we don't accept Y/N because she is nothing but a danger, and Vegeta said her mother was rather hot headed meaning she could explode at any minute" "But Vegeta's hot headed, why is Y/N any different?" Gohan asked. He has never truly accepted their reasons but he had always respected them being thats how he was raised. "BECAUSE Y/N'S MOTHER WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS" Bulma yelled in anger her veins showing and pulsing. "Damn Bulma cool your tits" Goku was surprised by her sudden outburst. "Kakarot just drop it" Vegeta warned. "No" for once Goku was taking his stand. Y/N is very dear to him and He wants to know why they should hate her. "GOKU" ChiChi was surprised by her husbands serious tone. "Kakarot" "Y/N is very dear to me, she's one of my best friends and both her and I deserve an explanation as to why she's hated" Goku was stern with his voice "So do they because they love her" He said pointing to Trunks and Goten. "Kakarot" Vegeta interrupted in a much softer tone. "ARE YOU CHEATING ON CHICHI?" Bulma threw out a rather large accusation "WHAT" "I KNEW IT GOKU, YOU'RE ALWAYS OFF WITH HER" Tears where running down her face it's like the women could cry on command. "TELL ME DO YOU FUCK HER? HUH YOUR BEST FRIENDS KID? DISGUSTING MAN, SHE'S LIKE A CHILD!!" Chichi was balling and hyperventilating. She was angry one second and now shes this. Goku was so confused "WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME THAT?" then it clicked,  Goku was suddenly very aware of what was going on. Bulma and ChiChi were hiding something and they created a scene to cover it up pinning him as the villain. "THAT'S NOT FAIR, ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Goku tried to defend himself but as he looked at his friends for support, all eyes where on him with nothing but hate. "I think, I thinks you've done enough damage" 18 said coming to hold ChiChi.

"What, I-I didn't do" Goku was cut off by a swift punch from Krillin. "Goku, I thought you where better than that". The emotion that Goku felt was so unreal, How could they not even let him defend himself, and even worse think so little of Y/N. "Fine, I'll leave, But don't come calling for me to save you" Goku hovered above the ground doing one last look through the group. He saw a distraught Vegeta, as is he was regretting something. He didn't stick around to listen tho, a quiet goodbye and with that Goku left, flying back to the only comfort he was guaranteed to always have . Y/N. "DAD/GOKU WAIT" the young boys got ready to follow before they where intercepted by their mothers. ChiChi held Goten close crying about how she was betrayed and heart broken and how she needed comfort from her son, her child who she knew loved her. "M-Mom let go, HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT" the sudden energy spike from Goten surprised her and she released. She was expecting him to listen like he always did but he retaliated.  " Y/N is very kind and Dad loves you, H-how could you" Goten had tears in his eyes now, "Come on Trunks let's go" Goten pulled Trunks out of Bulma's grasp. "Trunks you leave, you'll be in deep shit" Vegeta threatened. Trunks looked at his parents right in the eyes and said, "Makes sure it's so deep I'm at the same level as you" They then took off to the sky in pursuit of Goku. 

As Goku landed in the forest, he was quick to start his search. "Y/N" He yelled. He walked aimlessly for a good minute till "You won't find her like that" a voice spoke from behind him "Boys!?" He was surprised to see both Trunks and Goten. "You boys should go home, They hate me, no need for them to hate you too" Goku had a look of utter defeat, like his whole world just came crashing down. Which is kinda did in a sense, Lost his Wife, Home, his friends and all because their was a damn secret that 'had' to be kept. "Dad, w-what happened back their wasn't your fault for once, t-that was just scary" Goten admitted beneath his breath. "Yeah Goku, that wasn't right" For the first time in forever Goku felt like crying. He was genuinely heartbroken. Sure he married ChiChi because she tricked him at first but he came to tolerate her enough to considerate love and he loves their two wonderful kids. Then his best friend that he grew up with, was the one that accused Him of being the cheater. She's known him the longest and to think she thought so little of him "Trunks, d-do you know where Y/N is, I really need her" Goku was so defeated that he was admittedly asking for help, he was on the verge of begging for it. "Y-yeah" Trunks began to lead them. It genuinely scared the boys to see Goku, the worlds savior like that, hollow almost life less. He was stripped of almost all his will to fight, he even left without eating. "She has a house she built, it's huge too" Trunks was almost bragging about it. Making an attempt to brighten the mood "But you need to have a secret code to find it" he walked right up to the mountain wall and began to feel around.

"Trunks?" "FOUND IT" Trunks interrupted Goten. "Dear the gods" he began. "My family is not always my blood," Trunks took a breath "bless the all father, This mask has seen life through death, this is a honor" as he finished the wall began to shake, splitting in the middle and forming into the shape of a door. "Come on, there's not long till it closes" Trunks rushed the other two in after him. "TRUNKS IS THAT YOU?" Y/N voice came from somewhere within the house. "YEAH AND GOTEN AND GOKU" He hollered informing his sis of the extra guests " Ah Goku, Goten, I just finished Dinner" Y/N had came from the stairway down the hall. She was dressed for bed in her Bowser P.J pants and a black tank-top. "Welcome, I could sense you guys, sorry I just got out the shower" She apologized while trying to dry her dripping hair. "Ah it's no problem Y/N, just glad you could have us" Goku smile was back but it wasn't as bright as it usually was. Y/N was quick to notice, and seeing his slight red eyes told her everything she needed to know. "Hey boys, why don't you go set up the guest room, I'm assuming your staying the night?" Y/N knew the answer but she just want confirmation. "Yep, is that okay?" Goten asked while Trunks was already up the stairs. Y/N bent down to Goten height, "Of course baby, go help Trunks tho, sleep over" she did little jazz hands to emphasize her excitement. "THANKS Y/N, I LOVE YOU" Goten was quick to hug her then sprint up the stair in tow of Trunks. Y/N smiled but it faded as she adjusted her view onto the man who had settled in on the couch. "Goku, you okay?" Y/N was caution, this was new territory for her. "Have you ever fucked up so bad that your life fell apart?" Goku voice was nothing more than a whimper. Goku cursing surprised her slightly. "You know I'm a fuck up" Y/N sat next to Goku, opening her arms for him. He was quick to fall into them. "Y/N, tell me, why are you hated?" "I-uh, I really shouldn't say m-my farther will be mad" Y/N had made a promise to keep their history private. Even though he hated her, she still respected him. "Y/N, I-I lost everything..." Goku took a shaky breath in.  Wide eyed Y/n ran her finger through his spiky hair. "Goku, what happened?" her whispered voice sent a calming chill down his spine. "ChiChi and Bulma accused me of cheating with you, and then everyone turned against me. my friends, my wife, my best friend, everyone" Goku finished with a hiccup. He adjusted so he was now laying on her lap "But, why, you do so much for them" She felt tears, did this really happen and why would they turn so fast? "They where mad I was with you, then they stared saying bad things about you, a-and I wanted to defend you but then I asked what happened in your past, that's when it all went down hill" small tears striped down her face. 'did he really risk everything for me?' she thought to herself. She felt horrid, she would hate to lose Goku but if it was his happiness or hers "Goku, I'm not worth your happy life, just apologize and then promise to never see me again, that should fix it" She wanted him to be happy, the people who love her where always suffering because of her. She didn't want that. "Goku you have a wonderful family, wife, friends, if they don't want anything to do with me then leave me, I'm not worth all your happiness" Y/N grew up being told she was worthless, she didn't want Goku to waste his life on her. "You know Y/N thats really selfish of you" He was now staring right at her, feeling her tears drip onto his cheeks fusing with his own, "My life is amazing because you're in it, You're my best friend Y/N, life without you this wouldn't be as fun" He smiled up at her, a real smile. "Oh Goku, you are my best friend too, and I" She was interrupted by the pitter patter of feet running down the stairs. "Y/N, WE FINISHED" Trunks yelled, in search of her, " Yeah can we eat now?" Goten asked finding them sitting on the couch.

"Oh, I'm guessing you told her?" Goten asked seeing both of them crying, he was scared but he did what he felt was right, however "D-Dad, where are we going to live?" Goten had come to that realization while setting up the bed, He didn't want to go back home and he knew they where searching for them. "Umm I'm not sure yet buddy but we'll figure it out" Goku only hoped to calm his poor son who was trapped in the middle of this whole mess. "What do you mean figure it out? The answer seem pretty clear to me" Y/N said removing Goku from her lap and standing to comfort the boy. "Here obviously, I have enough room as long as Trunks is okay with bunking?" She looked over at her brother for approval. "HELL YEAH, I GET AN ACTUAL SIBLING" Trunk would be more than happy to share, especially with Goten. "Goku, you can take my bed tonight since the other room isn't ready yet" Y/N picked both Trunks and Goten up and made her way to the kitchen "No no I'll take the couch, really" Goku was not usually one to give up a good sleep but at the moment he felt like he should. "Goku, my wonderful monkey alien, you have had a long night, please take the bed and rest up" She set the boys down and began to plate their dinner. "Y/N you are to good to us, also I thought you where fasting?" Goku only now realized that she had made a feast. "I uh  Iliedbecuaseiknewyouwouldinsiteonstayingwithme" She said really fast, Goku only being able to catch lie. "really, Y/N?" He had a fake pout. "Oh shush, eat up and then go shower and off to bed" She set the plates on the table and allowed the boy to got to work. "THANKS FOR THE FOOD" they said before digging in.

"Y/N, the waters getting cold" Goten complained from the tub he was sitting in. "That means baths over boys, time to get out" Y/N unplugged the drain and set two towel for the boy on the toilet sink. "okay, dry up, P.J's on then we'll hang and then bed. Deal?" She question while heading out the door. "DEAL" both yelled as the door shut behind her. "Okay boys bathed, me bathed, now to check in on Goku" she made her way towards her bedroom which was currently the temporary home for the hero. "GOKU" she knocked on the door, waiting for a response. "Yeah, come on in" once she got her reply she enterned, and found the man snuggled up in her bed, tucked in nice and cozy. "I see you're comfy" she laughed a little. "Very," he said with a smile " alright get some sleep, I'm gonna put the boys to bed, if you need me I'll be on the couch" She left him quietly and shut the door behind her.

Not to long after that the boys where tucked in their bunks and sound asleep. Y/N settled herself on the couch with a blanket and pillow, slowly drifting into sleep. Being tired from the training and emotional stress. That is until heavy foot steps echoed. Y/N could only guess who's steps those could be, not even asking question she called out to him. "Goku, everything okay?" She look towards the hall to see the man rubbing his eyes, standing only in sweatpants. The site made Y/N blush slightly but she quickly got rid of it after looking at his face. "Hey um, c-can you sleep next to me?" He sounded almost scared. "I-it's weird not feeling energy next to me a-and yeah" He sounded so shy but Y/n didn't hesitate, in all honestly she had always loved Goku but she didn't want to fuck up his wonderful relationship, so she kept all emotions at bay. "you sure?" she was willing of course, however not wanting to take advantage of him in anyway. "Yeah, that would help" He grabbed her hand and began to walk with her back up to the bedroom. As they passed the many room, a soft but shaken voice rang through the silence, "Y-Y/N?" Both looked back to see Goten holding the hand of Trunks who was half asleep peeking out from behind a door. " I uh I kinda had a nightmare, c-can we sleep with you guys?" He whispered cautious of the half asleep boy beside him.  "Oh Goten come on not bud, you're to old for this" Goku knew ChiChi would always comfort Goten, allowing him to sleep with them. But he did not want to cause anymore trouble than he already was. "Oh Hush Goku, Of course Goten my bed is big enough for the 4 of us" Y/N was quick to pick both boys up and carry them to the bedroom with Goku in close tow. As they all cuddled down together, for the first time all day, Goten and Goku felt comfort and safety. "Good night boys sweet dreams" Y/N gave each a kiss on their head. "Good night Y/N, we love you" Goten said slowly drifting to sleep.  "Y/N, thank you for everything" Goku said bringing her closer "Of course Goku" "I love you Y/N" He said also drifting. "I-good night Goku" Y/N knew she couldn't say it back because she would not mean it in the same way he did. 

After that night the boys moved in with Y/N. ChiChi and Goku got divorce a few months later after trying to work things out. With Y/N'S help Goku won custody over Goten, which he was thankful for but it was messy.  They agreeded that Goten was free to visit when ever he wanted, which was very little. Bulma was still mad at Trunks so Vegeta allowed him to stay with Y/N already annoyed with Bulmas increase in bitchy attitude. Some things went back to normal, Goku and Vegeta began to train together again, making sure to avoid Bulma. But other than that everything changed. Everyone basically Blacklisted Goku, Goten, and Trunks. ChiChi and Bulma continue to spread lies about Y/N and Goku's affairs. However The 4 accused where living rather peacefully, Y/N was going to college, taking some advice from Gohan and started studying Law, she also took on a part time job to help with food and everything. Goten and Trunks mostly stayed home and were doing online school. Even Goku got a part time job, he worked at a meat factory, perfect for him with all the heavy lifting and 'punching bag' as he had called the hanging meat. He was happy that he got to pick the job he wanted. However, all the peacefulness went out the door when an invitation was deliver to Goku by Gohan to a certain women's birthday part. (TO BE CONTIUNED)

DAMN THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT WORTH IT I THINK, HOPE YOU LIKE IT, :) HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE

[galaxychaos78]

chaos speaks: idk what this exactly is, but its vegeta related so enjoy this. slight angst

"Don't you understand that I'm doing this for YOU?!"

Your fingers gripped the doorknob as your boyfriend's voice rang out in your shared room. You turn, eyes casted downwards as you couldn't force yourself to look at him, even with his wounds patched up.

"Don't you understand that you are the one thing in this life worth fighting for?...Worth dying for?" You can't stop the lone tear that falls and lean into his touch as he wipes it away with his thumb. His voice is soft, almost pleading. He wants you to understand and dear god you do. You understand that he would go to war for you, would leave mass destruction in his wake. Would give no mercy if it meant keeping you safe.

Because you would do the exact same for him. Prince Vegeta, your Vegeta. The Vegeta who skims his finger over your knuckles as a silent plea to go home when Bulma's parties become too much. The Vegeta who spends an extra 5 minutes in bed with you before he goes off to train, even though he always grumbled that it'll make him late for his training sessions with Goku. The same Vegeta who whispers his love for you against your skin in the early hours of the morning after a nightmare.

The same Vegeta who stands before you now, eyes glossy with tears. You reach to cup his hand in yours and let out a trembling breath.

"I don't want you to die for me.."

"Then let me live for you...Let me be the one to take your pain as my own." He takes your hand and places it on his chest. His heart beats rapidly and you clutch his shirt. "Let me wear these wounds with pride my love...these wounds show my absolute loyalty to you and only you."

For the moment, he is alive and you are grateful.

For the moment, you are alive and he is grateful.

Outside the sun shines, but in this room it rains. The tears of both you and your lover fall free and in his embrace, you kiss.

[softlymellow]

dbz imagines requests

hey guys i really want to write some dbz imagines as in x reader so if anyone wants to request anything lmk!!! no nsfw tho LOLL and only guys OMG AND more specifically dbgt would be cool

[novellaquill]

On the edge of my seat waiting for what happens next

Lost Part Six | Vegeta x Reader |

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

author's note: we're getting very close to the end, y'all! thank you so much for your support and patience 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon typical violence, does not follow canon timeline of events

"Don't expect to see this ship again soon, if ever." You murmur while carefully holding baby Trunks as Bulma unhooks various computers from the ship.

She falters in her movements for a brief moment. "What are you planning on doing?"

"Finding my son."

"That much I figured." Bulma rolls her eyes and glances over her shoulder. "You're not coming back?"

"I will for the Androids; I've already promised as much to Goku."

"You don't…" The tired mother resumes her work, doing her best to stay on task before Vegeta shows up. "I wasn't asking you to leave."

"I know that. But it's best for everyone involved if I do, don't you think?"

"No, I don't."

"Why's that? Without me, you have your perfect little family." You look down at little Trunks, who is nearly fast asleep as he rests his little head on your chest. No doubt he finds your arms to be like a warm blanket, all thanks to your Saiyan trait of running like a furnace in August, and you can't help but think to yourself just how cute he is. "Vegeta can't find V without my help, so he won't be able to kill him. I've trained and powered up in ways I never imagined, much less my son's wildest dreams. I can conquer him myself, I know it."

"And what about Goku and his family, and all they've done for you?"

"I will never be able to repay what they've done for me. And they do deserve better, but time is of the essence and all I can promise is to ensure that Gohan will not be doomed to that future your son warned you of. In four years, I will return and make sure of it."

Bulma's quiet for a moment, and it isn't until the ship is about ready that she speaks again. "Thank you. And… I'm sorry for all you've lost."

"The only thing I have still is my hope that my son isn't on that list. I love my husband and I want nothing more than to have him and be the family we dreamed of being so long ago. But my time with Vegeta… It's passed." Tears sting in your eyes, and you turn away from the woman that's being handed the fruit of your dreams on a silver platter, though you still hold her son carefully. "He's not been very good to you, I know. But Vegeta can and will be a good father and husband for your family. He was for mine, in our short time as one."

"You don't have to do this." Bulma says softly.

"I do. Perhaps the karma of my race's sins is falling on me and my family." You sigh to yourself and hand away the sleepy baby to his mother's loving arms, noting to yourself that your husband has quite the habit of making the most adorable babies. "Saiyans… We are proud, and perhaps we shouldn't be. The things Vegeta and I did…" You shake your head. "We are truly hellbound, Bulma. And maybe with you… Vegeta can avoid that fate. You're a good woman, and the people here are good. Vegeta needs that, and my son needs me."

"Just bring him here." Bulma's eyes are sad, much to your surprise. She's truly a wonderful woman. "That way everyone can win."

"To do that would be to doom him to death and seal Vegeta's fate in hell. V's my baby, and he's waiting for me at our old training grounds, I'm sure. I need to go now; Vegeta won't be down much longer."

"... Alright." Bulma sighs and after a quick summary of how to fly the ship, she steps aside and slips a pair of headphones over Trunks' gentle little ears to protect them from the loud noises of the ship. "So… Why do you think he's at the old training grounds?"

"It's where he always wanted to be. He's a true, full-blooded Saiyan, after all. We couldn't train on the planet we made our new life on, and he was always so happy when we made the journey to one of the planets King Vegeta decided to keep for the royal family's benefit. That same planet was my husband's favorite as well."

If only my boys could meet… They'd be so close.

You adjust your white gloves, pulling them tightly onto your hands and flexing your fingers a bit. Your son will never see the power that resides beneath these palms coming, and the thought does put a bit of a smirk on your face. He may think he's powerful, but his mother surely isn't one to fool with. Turning to Bulma, you give a quick two-fingered salute before closing the hatch to the ship and settling into the captain's chair for takeoff.

With an oddly calm and quiet mind, you start up the ship and aim for the stars, the image of Vegeta's smile dancing behind your lids as you relax back into your chair. He used to smile all the time, and since finding him again, you're not sure if you've seen him smile once. Will he ever smile again? you wonder as you widen the gap between your hearts.

I hope you're ready, V. Mama's coming home with a helluva chip on her shoulder.

Panic and fear flood Vegeta's mind as his eyes open up. His skull burns with a particular throb at his temple, and his back isn't faring much better as it aches with a scorching pain that climbs his spine during the dizzy scramble to his feet. What in the hell did you do?! Why?

"That woman…" He seethes and falls to his knees as his head swims. You got him good, that's for sure. He's certainly concussed and he curses lowly as he buries his face in his hands to will the nausea away.

He damn sure meant it when he said he wasn't going to let go, and despite your best effort to sway him, you will. Not. Win.

A special scent catches his nose, and it's only now that he realizes you've left your replenished lady's favor in his palm. A smirk raises his lips as your natural smell eases away his nausea and pain, which you surely must not have intended. His victory is short-lived, however, and a snarl forms as he grits his teeth with a low growl. How dare you do this to him? To yourself??

Careful not to burn your favor, Vegeta bursts through the roof of the cabin in his powerful Super Saiyan form and rushes back to Capsule Corps with a scream so raw it destroys his throat and so loud it could likely break the barrier of space and time. You've gone and fucking done it now, and the next time he sees you (and he will see you again) he may not even hesitate to get his lick back and deliver a concussion of your own.

"I will find you, woman, and you better be fucking ready to dodge!"

His landing is rough, and his stomach turns as he touches down. If Bulma let you go, so help him he'll burst into a frenzy and her poor lab won't make it out alright—

Bulma.

There's no doubt in his mind— she's the one that revealed the Androids to you. You'd been living with Kakarot and his family for months and miraculously had no knowledge at all, and after the heiress of the Brief family fortune felt slighted she had to have told you everything! What a petty, vindictive, sore loser of a—

You did threaten to kill her.

His taste in women could not possibly be worse.

Pushing through his concussed fog, Vegeta stumbles into the house loudly and isn't exactly surprised to be met with his second son's mother holding a gun at him. A small part of his heart finds the humor in it, remembering her story of shooting at Kakarot fondly. In another lifetime and universe entirely, she'd be perfect for him.

But any world you exist in destroys the possibility.

"If you shoot me, all it's gonna do is wake the baby." Vegeta slurs, vision hazy as his body fails to fully recover from your assault. The number you did on his back is just as powerful as the crack you knocked against his skull, rendering him unable to even stand to his full height as he crashes against a wall.

"You bullshitting around will wake him too." Bulma hisses and drops the gun to her side, hurrying to kneel beside Vegeta as he slides to the floor.

"Being heavily concussed is not bullshitting." Vegeta slaps his palm to his face, your old handkerchief willing the sick-to-his-stomach feeling away once again— it does not, however, dissuade his rage. "Where's my wife?"

Bulma can't help the sting and the sinking feeling in her stomach; Vegeta had obviously made his choice, and though she knew the chances of really being chosen and wanted were incredibly slim… it's still painful to hear after all she's gone through with him.

"She's gone." Bulma mumbles as she examines the forming bruise on his temple.

Vegeta's eye twitches as his blood boils, the vein at his forehead bulging at her words. She let you go and he's lost you again.

I cannot accept this.

"Get me a ship." The prince seethes, trembling as he does his best to detain his wrath and desire for vengeance. Bulma's intentions were surely selfish, but reasonable all the same. He's a bad, horrible man that's only brought havoc among those around him, and so he might as well just keep on with the destruction until he's satisfied. "Now."

"You can't even stand, much less travel through space." Bulma hisses and pushes her knuckle harshly to his bruise, her point proven as his eyes cross and the room spins. "And she did this for a reason. The mother in me can't just let you fuck that up for her."

"What, like you're friends now?" Vegeta buries his nose into the handkerchief yet again, closing his eyes to still the world around him. "I find that incredibly hard to believe."

"She knocked you out cold to get the hell outta dodge, and you think I'm lying?" Bulma picks up her pistol from the carpet and tucks it into her waistband, the cool metal chilling her heated skin. "I'd never call us friends in this lifetime. But I do respect her, that's for sure. Maybe you should try that out?"

"How dare you." Vegeta huffs into your handkerchief. "You told her about the Androids, didn't you?"

"Damn right I did! Trunks came back to us for a reason, Vegeta! Do you wanna die to those bastards?" Bulma's eyes are fierce, her conviction planting her feet firmly to the floor and her fists curl tightly at her sides as she remembers the pain in her son's voice when he gave his terrible warning. "And don't try and feed me any bullshit that we'll win and it's nothing to worry about— YOU ALL FUCKING DIED!"

Even in his slurry, wrathful state he can see the worry behind the rage: the tears in her eyes are more than a dead giveaway. Ever since his son traveled back to deliver his warning, she's been fretful and more than a little clingy. She truly has such little faith in Vegeta and the others? Do they train for nothing in her eyes?

"I have survived more dangerous things than a couple of robots. We've been warned sufficiently, and by the time they're a threat to us we'll have three Super Saiyans."

"You had three Super Saiyans then too. Take this seriously, Vegeta! I can't beg you enough, I can't make you understand!" Bulma's thin frame trembles in the midst of her duress and her cheeks are flushed a bright red. It's now that Vegeta realizes the weight she's lost as she rubs at her temples, her cropped tank top pulling up slightly— her ribs are more visible than they once were.

Vegeta's jaw sets tightly. "I understand the situation, Bulma. But understand this: the boy will have very little if he doesn't have his mother."

Bulma falters for a moment, cutting her eyes to him with slightly parted lips; Vegeta never calls her by her name. He's still crumpled to the floor and the old lady's favor is pressed closely to his cheek— she can only assume it's some odd Saiyan thing. And for the first time out of several nights together, she truly gets the sense that they are parents and having adult discussions as them.

How terribly cruel is her fate of loving a man that's never been hers and never will be.

"That would only happen if I died, Vegeta."

"Dying on a battlefield isn't the only way to do so. You'll worry and stress yourself to the grave like this— I trust you to be a good mother. Trust me to be a father. I've already promised to amend my mistakes, haven't I?"

"Forgive me for not knowing if I can trust that." Bulma snaps at him, face reddened again at his lecture. Is he telling her how to be a parent?? The audacity of a man! "The thing about trust is that it has to be earned, y'know."

Vegeta gnashes his teeth together and looks away, the guilt of his past actions hitting like a shotgun blast to the chest as it bites his ass in this dreary long run. "What do you want me to do then??"

"Try being a dad, like you were before all of this happened? If you don't want to be with me-" Her breath hitches just a bit in her throat, but she still perseveres, proving to be braver than almost anybody Vegeta's ever known. "Then don't. I-I love you, but… It's not what I need the most. It's not what Trunks needs for a healthy childhood. To even have a childhood at all, he needs you around. Please, Vegeta… Please don't abandon him." She closes her eyes and turns her head in a failed attempt to hide the tears that fall, a shudder taking her entire body in very lightly chaotic loosening of her emotional lid. An heiress to the most fruitful fortune on Earth has never been more in need of a break.

With a deep inhale, Vegeta pushes himself up from the floor and, with the grace of mercy winning against his throbbing concussion, he pulls his son's mother into a close embrace. His hand at the back of her head, Vegeta tucks her face into the crook of his neck and closes his eyes at the feeling of her tears on his skin.

"To say I hold no love for you is a lie." His deep voice buzzes against the shell of her ear. "You cared for me when no one else has, and even at my most selfish I didn't take it for granted. You are special, Bulma. I will return to raise my son— Nothing in this galaxy will stop me."

She may end up the fool again, but the conviction in Vegeta's words is far too believable for her to deny. He'll come back and protect Trunks' future, and young Gohan's too. He's not the cruel man he was when he first came to Earth— and he hasn't been that man for a long time now.

"Now…" Vegeta murmurs into her ear. "Get me a ship."

The planet's as quiet as it's ever been, and it's unsettling. Only in his wildest dreams could he imagine the way his people trained here, getting stronger and preparing themselves for any battle or hostile takeover they launched. The Saiyans would surely have ruled the galaxy, had they been given the time to build a true dynasty. It would have been magnificent.

But instead, he lives his life in this desolate place, with no purpose or even another person that understands him in sight. His father's been long gone and his mother…

Is a complicated problem of his.

V's jaw ticks as his anger swells him into Super Saiyan yet again. His whole life has been a lie— it only took you well over ten years to admit it. And he gets the strange feeling that it was all due to an accident, and that you'd have never willingly let the truth come to light.

V's just come home from a training binge, and from the moment he touched down in his ship, the energy was… off. He sprints home, a tickle of fear and adrenaline rushing his heart as he nears the house he grew up in. Bursting through the door, the sound of your cries hits his sharply-tuned ears and his arms feel light and cold now as he fears the worst.

"Mom!" Your dutiful son follows the noise to your bedroom, dropping beside you hastily as he realizes your position on the floor. Clutching your heart, you're curled into yourself with tears streaming along your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. "What's wrong?! Are you hurt?!"

"He's dead." Your voice is hoarse, a barely-there whisper as you tremble like a leaf.

"Who?" V gathers you carefully in his arms, holding you gently as you did him when he was a young boy. He's grown up quite a lot, gotten stronger and taller and he'll kill anyone that's hurt his mother like this. You're all he has to cherish.

"Vegeta." Your eyes are near-glassy, and surely you're delusional now. V himself isn't dead, and the only other person you could possibly be this sick over is…

His father, Vegeta the Fourth, that's been dead for almost twenty years now.

"What do you mean?" V mumbles. "My father died a long time ago."

"No…" Your nails dig into the flesh of your breast, your poor heart cracking and pulling apart as your blood sears your veins and pumps a horrible migraine that throbs at your temples worse than any concussion you've ever had.

There's no other possible answer: your soul itself is dying, and it's not entirely unfeasible that Vegeta didn't die. He was always a rebel type, so who was to say that he hadn't ignored the regrouping order sent out? Hell, you certainly ignored it yourself when you were informed by your father-in-law, the King himself, to come back home with his grandson to meet with King Cold.

"Mom, be serious now!" V frowns; you're out of your mind. "We need to get you to a doctor."

"He's dead, he's dead, he's dead…" Your broken voice chants and stars flood your vision as the image of your husband, particularly from the last day you saw him, settles at the forefront of your mind. This pain is a far cry from anything you've ever felt— the broken bones, bruises and even giving birth could never compare.

V lays you on your bed, covering you with your favorite blanket that's got a strange, orange and black striped animal printed on it. "I'm gonna get some help, okay? Stay here, Momma." His icy veins throb with panic as he scrambles to someone that can help— you've never been sick before, and until now he didn't even think mothers could be sick.

Your homey little planet is small, and you've never socialized all that much with your neighbors. Enough to be friendly and have an occasional dinner together, but never enough for you to let V have a sleepover or even some sort of field trip without you being close by. He doesn't know if this is typical of Saiyan mothers or if you're just different, but either way it's biting him in the ass now as he struggles to think of anyone who—

Your energy fades further and he's got no choice but to go knocking at every door he can until someone cares enough to hear him out. And it's the odd old lady a few houses down that answers his call, and he must have quite the look on his face for her to look so shocked.

"Vegeta, dear, what's wrong?"

"My mom- I-I don't- I think she's dying!" Tears fill V's dark eyes and without much preamble, he's scooping the old woman into his arms and flying back home as fast as he possibly can, his force unintentionally though uncaringly shattering the windows of all the neighbors that didn't open up to help him.

Dizzy, the elderly neighbor holds her head once V sets her down by your bedside. You clutch your heart still, crying and repeating yourself as if you've gone mad; and maybe you have, at this point.

"My father died when I was young, but she keeps saying he's just died." V explains as he takes your hand and prays to any deity that will listen to his plea.

"Hmm." She examines the mating scar on your neck, but it's more than enough to tell her what she needs to know. "You're Saiyans, yes?"

"We are." V mumbles. "How did you know?"

"I knew since the day your Momma brought you here." She murmurs to him. "You're a unique set of people."

"Well, do you know what's wrong with her??"

Her face is too grim for V's comfort. "She's telling the truth: her mate has died."

"Vegeta…" You whimper, a fresh slew of tears cascading your cheeks.

"That doesn't make any sense! He died years ago, when I was little!"

"She's dying of a broken heart. This behavior is like most species that can bond. You see how she holds her heart, hear how delirious she is? This is the risk of bonding, boy, and why many cultures outlawed the practice."

"So I have to let her die?! There's no way to save her?!"

"There isn't."

And then you recovered a few hours later, and just kept on lying and denying it all. Dad's alive. Mom's a liar. Or is Dad alive? He must be after all, if you're still breathing. And he knows you are; he reckons he would've felt something inside of him snap if he'd killed you all those months ago. A mother and son duo so close could never not feel such a tragic separation.

"I don't want to kill you, Mother." V mutters darkly as he stares a hole into the ground. "I just want the truth."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand as you approach your son's stomping grounds. It's been years since you last set foot here and all you hope for now is that you'll be able to leave it after this fight, with your son in tow and thoroughly reminded of his place.

Once you're out of the ship's hatch and your boots crunch on the hardened, reddish-brown clay surface, you're automatically searching for V's energy. Even with your zenkai boosts and the mastered Super Saiyan form in your back pocket, the sheer power he carries is still intimidating. You're not sure if you ever truly believed your son would be so naturally strong, even though you certainly hoped he could be. Your boy is likely what Frieza was so afraid of when he ruined your home planet to mere bits.

But despite his power, yours is nothing to scoff at. Rage motivates a Saiyan like crazy and lord only knows how pissed off you are now. You haven't struggled this much and come this far even with everything that stacked against you to die at the hands of your own son. He will not win as long as you have a say in things.

It takes but a moment to locate his energy, which is pinpointed right at the center of the field you two used to run miles and miles on during training. You always beat him in tests of speed, whereas his strength overtook yours gradually as he grew up into the incredibly strong young man he is now.

As you approach, the feeling of his energy increases. He's certainly been training on his own time, as always, and he's managed to make good progress all on his own. Watching your son take your techniques and guidance and morph it into his own power and tools made you a proud Saiyan as much as a proud mother; he's inherited Vegeta's battle prowess and your creativity and blended it into a Saiyan that would've been a legend among the rest.

They took everything from us, but instead he chooses to harm me.

"Have you come to tell the truth?"

V lands before you, tall and intimidating with eyes that are cold and guarded, when they once looked at you with love and trust that was endless. You've lost your only baby and this is what remains— your heart feels the weight of your desperation to beg him to just stop this madness.

But your rage swiftly nips that in the bud.

"It's all I've ever told you, V. I don't know what kind of fantasy you'd rather me spin, but I never told you stories as a child and I don't intend to pick up the habit now."

V shakes his head slowly, taking a slow, deep inhale through his nose before looking at you once more. "Maybe if you'd told me stories, I'd trust you right now."

Okay, ow.

"I found your father."

It's not a sentence V was prepared for you to say, obviously judged by the way his eyes widen and his fists lose their tight curl. "Really?"

And there's that boy I raised.

"I sure did. And he's none too happy to hear what you've done."

And then the incredulous look is lost, hardened up into something terrible and violent once again. "And I notice you came here alone. So either you're lying again, or Father isn't the guy you said he was."

"Vegeta certainly wanted to join me, make zero mistakes about that, child." You cross your arms and stare unflinchingly at V: you refuse to be afraid of something you made with all your love and hope. "But he wanted to kill you and I said not a chance in hell to that."

"He'd kill his only son, just like that?"

"V, baby…" You sigh to yourself. Do you break the news to him? Do you anger his uneasy heart more, ruin the visage of Vegeta you've painted for him throughout his life?

"I would've welcomed him to try." V sneers, taking a step closer to you and forcing you to tilt your head back even more to still see his face.

"It's in our blood to fight, but family is off the table for us, Prince." You remind him firmly of your positions, as the Royal Family that still lives beyond the bounds of the lost planet your husband's name originated from. "We aren't low-class Saiyans with no tact or notion of civility. I taught you this many years ago."

"Hard to tell what's true and what's not when it comes from you."

"And what reason would I have had to lie to you? You've never given me much of an answer on this."

"You'd have to tell me! I know you hid things but you won't just come out and say why! You almost died because my Father did!"

"Oh, not this again!" You turn away, perhaps foolishly taking your eyes off of your well-presumed opponent. "I don't know what happened that day, V. I truly believed in my heart that your father died when our planet was lost. It wasn't until I saw him with my own eyes that I realized that wasn't the case. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Because I definitely am. I'm sorry you grew up the way you did. I'm sorry your father wasn't in your life. If I knew there was even the slightest chance he was alive, I would've found him for your sake before even my own. But I didn't know he was alive. I can't change that, and I can't tell you anything other than this and call it the truth because this is the truth."

"No! You knew that day he was dead for real, and then brushed it off like what happened was normal! You felt it in your soul and almost died too. You can't tell me half of a truth and think it's acceptable! I'm not an idiot, and I'm done letting you treat me like one!"

A snarl curls at your lips. Here he goes again with this song and dance, insistent you knew something you didn't and taking the word of a delirious woman before taking the one of a very sane and present one. "And I'm tired of having this same conversation with you. Mind your mother, boy."

"My mother died four years ago, the day my father did." V's fist reels back and you're quick at the ready, meeting his force with your own and a shockwave ripping through the air and disturbing the ground beneath you.

V's quick for another punch, this time aimed at your stomach and it's almost too easy for you to block it and dive your elbow down on his arm, forcing him towards his knees long enough to take a solid jab of your knee to his face. He's unphased by the pain of the bloody nose, however, as a result of your training being so thorough. Pain alone can't stop him.

His superior strength proves itself as he grabs your ankle and flings you away as if you're a gnat buzzing around his face, your back making a crackling contact with the post of one of the training ground's obstacle courses, the solid tree trunk knocking the wind out of you upon impact. And just as you taught him, V capitalizes on his advantage and presses forward with a gut punch that lands this time.

Base form isn't enough to beat him, something you already knew. Powering up into Super Saiyan isn't new to your clashes with V, but now with its optimization he has far less opportunity to take you out, now that you've negged the energy drain. Your son can use Super Saiyan himself, but without a room of space and time, there's no possible way he could've mastered it entirely like you have.

Your golden glow that reflects off of his face reminds you briefly of the very first time you ascended to the legend. Your broken heart caused such a response, and you still feel it break further as you're forced to use such a power on the boy you birthed. He cannot see reason on his own or by words alone, and if being beaten into submission is the only way, then so be it.

He will know his place.

The stars are familiar as Vegeta presses the ship as fast as it can go, Bulma's words ringing out in the quietness of his mind.

"She said something about the old training grounds. The one you liked the most. Apparently the kid likes it too."

His heart jumps when the reddened clay of the planet comes into view. There's no mistaking it— this is where you are, and just as importantly, where his long lost son is. Despite his infractions and how he's lost his damn mind, Vegeta can hardly contain the bubbling feeling inside of him at the prospect of reuniting with the boy he lost the chance to raise. His heir is so close, for the first time in twenty years.

Hopefully you've got the situation handled— Vegeta's trip started a few hours after yours, thanks to the lack of senzu beans at Bulma's and Korin being a stingy thing. But he knows these stars well, knows the way to a home that doesn't exist anymore and his gift of navigation doesn't fail in an abyss so vast.

From the moment he breaks into the planet's atmosphere, he feels it. Your familiar energy amped up by Super Saiyan and another, incredibly strong energy keeping up a good pace. That's his boy, so strong and powerful? You've trained him so well, made him exactly what he was destined to be had Planet Vegeta lived on. And perhaps that's the root of V's downfall— he has all the training and yet none of the experience.

But he's aiming to kill, and you're not. And such is your downfall.

The hackles of your tail rise, and so does your son's. It's enough to warrant a pause in your battle, one that's gone on for so long you've lost track of time. Stamina was never a question though, never something meant to be an obstacle for Saiyan elites and it certainly isn't proving to be one now.

"Who the hell is that?" V mutters to himself as your heart battles between soaring and shrouding.

"Vegeta." You swallow thickly and feel a trickle of ice in your veins. How is he here, and—

Bulma. That pain in the ass!

Vegeta's out of the ship as soon as he can be, flying out and locating you both with ease.

"Father?" V's face briefly loses its rage and in what's left, you see the boy you raised. The one who could only dream of knowing his father, the one that would ask for stories of Prince Vegeta IV.

"That's right, son." Vegeta's eyes water. His boy, his son has grown into exactly how he'd envisioned; a spitting image of himself, and bitterly he realizes how much taller V is. How unfair for his son to take on his grandfather's genes, whereas Vegeta himself took after his own mother…

V's brief glimmer of starstruck doesn't last. His hands glow, gathering energy once more. "This doesn't concern you; my whole life never has." His growl loses a bit of punch as an unavoidable tear glides down his cheek. To finally meet his father…

"On the contrary," Vegeta quickly powers into Super Saiyan, quietly hoping it'll give him enough power to subdue his firstborn. "V, I think it's way past time I be a parent. Starting right now. Stand down and mind yourself, boy."

"Who are you to threaten me?!" V's temper flares again, this time sending a beam of deadly light at Vegeta. Vegeta's eyes narrow, brow creasing angrily at the attack, and with a flash he's dodged it and has V by the collar of his uniform.

"Your father. Me and your mother, mostly her, brought you into this world, and where your mother has her maternal instincts not to kill you…" Vegeta leans in closer to his son's face. "I will take you out of this world without another thought if you threaten my wife. One. More. Time."

"You don't have enough hatred." V spits out and knocks Vegeta's hand aside.

Anger flares up in your husband's eyes and his blood boils. Oh, the nerve of this child! He's as cocky as… Vegeta himself. He was always going to be this way. And Vegeta likely would've been proud, had your lives gone in the direction he planned.

"I've got a spare son to raise, so try me all you want, boy!" Vegeta releases V's shirt, backing up and crossing his arms over.

And that, right there, is the moment V's heart truly broke.

"You've got another kid??"

"He does." You mutter darkly, eyeing Vegeta with the eyes of a mother bear, daring him to lay a finger on your precious cub. "And he should've stayed on Earth with that child."

"I'll be back for Trunks, make no mistake. But if you think you'll cast me aside again, woman, you're wrong." Vegeta turns to you and is in your face now, angry and attractive and it burns you hotter than any sun to see him here and destroying the sacrifice you made.

"I left you behind for good reason." You hiss at him, mirroring his Super Saiyan glow. "You will not lay a hand on him."

Vegeta tips his fingers up beneath your chin, his lips a hair's breadth away. "If he minds himself, then you've got a deal, Princess."

"You should be training for the Androids."

"How about I will when you do?"

"Vegeta-"

"This running away thing is done. You will return to Earth with me, as my wife, and if the boy can carry himself as the man he should be, he'll be right there with us." Vegeta's fingers carefully grasp yours, holding your hand tightly as he turns to look at his son, satisfied as your hand curls with his.

"What will it be, boy?"

V's chest heaves and your aching heart cries to comfort him. His first experience that'll he remember of his father, and the asshole has shoved in his face he's got another son! You'd forgotten how cruel Vegeta's temper could be.

"Vegeta." You hiss sharply. "Do you really think this is how you should approach-"

A monstrous, angry roar deafens you and your husband. V's power swells and the glow of Super Saiyan bathes him, your entire little family now officially ascended to the legend. Hatred burns in V's eyes now, more prevalent and angry than ever as his increased speed gives him the chance to blindside you and Vegeta with a heavy tackle that makes your head rush.

Blinding light from his palms force you to cross your wrists over your face to shield your eyes, but its sudden disappearance sends your heart into freefall.

Opening your eyes reveals your husband and son in a brawl, their near-identical faces portraying a common ideal.

Fight to kill.

[actuallysaiyan]

Drabbles day 20: Waterfall

pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader warnings: fluff, slight angst

He’s feeling moody, but you wonder if there’s ever really a time he doesn’t feel moody. Still, you decide to follow the Prince of all Saiyans, just to spot where he goes whenever he wants to be alone. You think you’re being clever by trying to hide your ki, but he’s smarter than that. He knows that you’re following him.

You both arrive at this beautiful cliffside tucked away in the jungle. The rush of the waterfall fills your ears as you land nearby. You look around at all the fauna and flora. A few birds cry out as you and Vegeta arrive, and this makes you laugh. Vegeta turns around and he’s got a playful smirk on his face.

“So, you wanted to see where I go when I want to be alone, hm?” he asks you, his eyes alight with something you’ve never seen before.

You smile shyly, “Yes.”

He takes your hand, and you feel just how soft his gloves are. You give it a gentle and comforting squeeze before you two fly to the top of the waterfall.

“Let me be alone with you,”

[carnal-lnstinct]

『 goku ( kakarot ) x saiyan!reader 』 『 content: planet vegeta au • afab saiyan reader • virginity loss • somnophilia • slight angst/comfort • spooning • cockwarming 』 『 warning: M/18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language 』 『 a/n: I don't know why I feel so rusty writing this but here's a prompt that didn't make it to kinkmas again. I'm sorry 』

Kakarot’s eyes gently fluttered open, the saiyan struggling to keep awake.

He was denying himself a restful slumber, refusing to come down fully from his transcended state of mind. He wasn’t ready yet, but giving into the weighty pull towards his dreams remained challenging when you already succumbed to sleep a while ago. As not to lose anything from the moments before, Kakarot was reflecting on every second and committing it to memory, no detail spared. His lashes tickle the back of your neck as he lifts his eyes once again when he feels himself starting to drift, yet the gentle touch doesn’t disturb you at all. You’re already too far gone to react. Deep in your dreams and breathing evenly through your parted lips. With your body secured to his own and your tails loosely wrapped together, Kakarot shifted his chest against your back for comfort, leaving your arm resting against your chest while his own larger arm wrapped around and tucked beside you. Keeping you close. 

The more he thinks about how you both ended up like this and how organic it really is, the more surreal it seems. It’s unlike either of you. There has always been a bit of healthy competition and banter towards each other as many lower-class saiyans who grow up together have. To him you’ve just been familiar enough to recognize your face in a crowd, friendly enough to engage with for sparring or when teamed up for an off-world mission. But to have lost his virginity to you was not something he imagined could happen.

He can’t help but overthink this a little. It’s the first time for him. And it’s not like he entertained the idea of being intimate with anyone before. Being the spitting image of his more rugged father, a squad commander, and the little brother of a low-class born elite has only gotten him unwarranted attention from older and sometimes stronger women hoping to use him for what they can’t get from the older men in his family, or something else undesirable for him, regardless of his unremarkable power level by comparison. Truthfully it had spoiled courtship for Kakarot, and pushed him to keep himself focused on improving himself in battle and whatever missions he could get. Raditz bragged about this sort of thing to him once or twice before Kakarot effectively tuned out any other instance the older saiyan talked about his “conquests”. It was less of a lesson on how to get or treat women, and more of Raditz rubbing in how superior he was to his low-class warrior brother. In battle and with women. 

But the words of his haughty older brother and the advances of lusty women couldn’t capture this feeling he finds himself caught in with you. 

It was so much more than the physical act itself and how it was, unwelcomely, described to him. The awakening of his visceral emotions clawing to the surface like staring at a full moon before battle, but all of it contained between your two bodies over and over again. And he couldn’t fault how handy some of the “advice” came to be.

But Kakarot wants to stay this close to you, half-hard cock pressed against your wet folds from where he slipped out in the afterglow and stirring further at the prospect of being like this with you again. It’s all a lot to take in and he can’t make sense of it right now, but he doesn’t want to lose it either.

Kakarot lifts his head as his arm tightens gently around you, using this calm and steady time to look over you. Wanting to re-familiarize himself with your body long after you’ve spent yourselves, his body chasing that fleeting euphoria. He takes in your relaxed expression, amused to see you look so harmless for a change. How cute he never noticed you were before this. Naturally, his eyes fell lower, following marks from his own teeth on the side of your neck and collar and landing on your breasts. He can’t help but take in the way they molded against your tucked arm, perfectly soft and malleable to any contact. 

When Kakarot untucked his arm enough to test the weight of one in his hand, he felt your tail flick against his. You stirred from his rough palm brushing your nipple and his tail squeezes yours as reassurance that you were still in a safe space, successfully soothing you. It was hard to resist flicking your nipple with his thumb until it perked enough to pinch, causing your breath to hitch in your sleep and his cock to twitch against your folds from your sudden hip wiggle, adjusting against him in your sleep. He was more awake than ever now, resting his lips where your shoulder and neck meet in need of being closer than close to you, desiring to be inside you again.

It was innocent little grinds at first, seeking the warmth and friction between your body while his tail continued to squeeze and rub against yours in mild frustration. His hand continued to map the contour of your resting body until his frustration spread to the rest of his own body, including his ability to think rationally. You’re asleep and he should be letting you sleep, but Kakarot acted without thought and abandoned his interest in relearning your body in peace. All the heat and adrenaline started to come back to him just like before. He adjusted your leg to reach between your thighs for his own cock, giving himself the leverage he needed to slide into you again. You both let out a shaky breath from the sensation, a muffled sound against your skin from him appreciating how your insides embraced his cock, squeezing around him even as you somehow managed to stay asleep through his filling thrust.

Even better, you helped him to do so, shifting your hips against him for his warmth and completely taking him inside you.

Maybe this was enough, Kakarot thought. Though your tail flicked and held onto his a bit more now, you still managed to hold him inside you without waking any further. Maybe just having you wrapped around his cock again could soothe his frustration. The softest moan left your lips as he drew himself back, a more profound shudder following as opens your legs a little more and he inches in until he was fully sheathed inside once more. His uneven breathing turned into hot pants against your skin, teeth, and lips pressed against your shoulder as he fought himself not to just buck into you and completely disturb your sleep.

It’s so hot…so tight…every instinct in him wants to rut and fill you again and again, needing to hear those hitched little gasps from you growing hot in your sleep turn into huffs and sounds you can’t control. The proximity, the sensations, and the vulnerability all blissfully washed away what he thought it meant to be intimate with someone and how shallow and selfish it was presented to him. Kakarot’s hand rubbed at the inside of your thigh as he further lifted your leg and his needy mouth started to kiss along your neck and shoulder in appreciation for the enlightenment you brought him. He wouldn’t take your trust in him for granted and hoped for the same.

His affections make you stir again, this time clenching around him. The sound of your own sleepy whine joining his sounds makes your eyes flutter. There’s so much heat inside you as you sense how full you actually are and it feels like you can’t breathe. Your head slowly tilts toward the trail of kisses and they find your jaw before they stop, Kakarot’s heated breath feeling like it could melt your skin. Your eyes managed to find each other, his begging like a small, vulnerable animal. This beautiful mingle of Gine and Bardock— Adorable and irresistible.

You try to turn around to face him, wanting to hold him in your arms but he doesn’t want to pull out, roughly pushing you forward as he holds his arm around yours and rests his teeth on your shoulder. You’re somewhat faced down now as his rutting begins. Your tail coils around his and a breathless, blissful sound leaves your lips in response. Kakarot’s tail squeezes yours in return, reassuring again, and he holds you securely.

Teeth in your skin in carnal hunger and his other arm enthusiastically around your waist, beholden to you.

[pleasantspark]

Oh Mary, Contrary How Does Your Garden Grow? Vegeta x Hanaki! Reader

You had felt desire and love from Vegeta for years, and stood back to allow Bulma to take him. Unfortunately, this leads to dire consequences in the form of small Dahlia Petals.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Pining, Angst

You were hurting. 

You don't remember how long you've felt this way for him, but it had to be when he first arrived on Earth. You've been tagging along with the Z-Fighters since you were a kid. This led to you being welcomed into the group effortlessly. While you were just a human. And weren't pretty nor rich like Bulma you were very kind and understanding. 

Then, Vegeta arrived. 

His presence made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You could be yourself around him. Bulma however; gauged your attraction very well, and when brought up you'd deny feeling that way. 

You regretted not acting on those feelings. 

This led to Bulma and Vegeta going out and while you tried to be happy for them both you couldn't help but hurt, and your insides felt like they were twisting. Rapidly changing. 

Then, it got worse. 

Bulma announced that she was pregnant with Trunks. You tried to remain happy as you want to be supportive of your friend. But you... You couldn't. You declined the offer to attend the baby shower. 

It was a good thing you didn't attend. 

You were... sick... something was not okay...

While Bulma was suffering from pregnancy related ailments. 

You were suffering from your own ailments. You began to isolate yourself from everyone. You would also gradually distance yourself from Bulma and Vegeta. 

People suspected something was wrong, you reassured them, nothing was wrong. You just needed time. By the time Trunks was born you cut both Vegeta and Bulma out of your life. You couldn't stand this pain any longer. And something told you, this was going to kill you. 

During the Androids attacking. You finally made an appearance, everyone was happy to see you, but for some reason. You didn't look like yourself. Your once vibrant (Skin Color) has turned pale, your shining (Eye Color) eyes became dull and lifeless, and to top it all off, vines with Dahlia's littered your body. There was cause for concern when these vines extended near your eyes. 

You'd tell them your fine. 

They didn't believe you. You couldn't do anything without your body wanting to give out. To give up on you. When Cell attacked, you wanted to throw yourself at him to get rid of the searing pain in your lungs. 

"What a miserable creature." He would sneer, and you'd take it. It was true, you were miserable. You wanted him to put you out of your misery. You coughed up more petals, and blood. Your vision became hazier... more... Distant. 

You could hear Gohan, Goku and... Vegeta? Calling for you. But their voices seemed so far away. 

He was devastated. 

There was nothing left for him to do, once the Cell Games concluded, he demanded to get you help. Instead of the Hospital, he took you to Dr. Briefs who informed Vegeta that you were gone. There was simply nothing he could do to save you. 

Goku reassured him he could revive you with the Dragon Balls, but Vegeta knew, he knew that you were gone and no wish will bring you back.

Bulma was unhappy. 

She knew of your feelings and blamed herself for the death of you for a LONG time. She should've been more pushy. She should've gotten you to confess to Vegeta. This led her to being heartbroken. 

Piccolo was confused. 

For a while, he spent time with you. You'd always felt happy that Bulma and Vegeta were together, but your look betrayed your feelings. It pains him to know he could've asked you further on your feelings. But chose to stay a bystander. 

Goku was conflicted. 

He knew you were struggling. And wanted to help out, he was one of the very few people who stuck around to check on you. The one to try and cheer you up when you were down. But now, now, you are gone. 

And lastly, Vegeta was... He was Disappointed in himself. 

He spent the last few months noticing the changes in you, while you slowly drifted away from him and Bulma. But didn't know why or even notice. Bulma told him everything, from your feelings for him, to how selfless you were. 

This was all his fault. 

He spent his whole life with a woman he liked. 

It undeniably caused the death of someone who he perceived to be average. 

It's all his fault. 

Bulma's Sad. 

Goku's Sad. 

Piccolo's Sad. 

Gohan is even sad. 

What was he going to do? He should move on, but no amount of moving on will ever fix what he's done. 

And he's paying for it.

[novellaquill]

So I’m in love and need a part 2

Hi! I was wondering if you could make a Dbz android17, Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and trunks with a reader who’s exactly like misturi from demon slayer ( I’m not sure if I wrote it correctly)

my idiot self almost deleted the ask XD i was so excited to write this I almost deleted it, i didn't know if you meant personality, or stength and eating or anything else, but i basically decided to do it where the reader has there looks, but the personality and the abilities of Mitsuri

Tw/Notes?: slight description of fighting, profanities, mostly They/them pronouns, Trunks one is feminine hinted

Android 17

His foot was placed on a rock, watching as the poachers down below. They always seemed to bother him. "Again? surely the beating from last time would make them realise" He rolled his eyes, before hearing a voice. It seemed like a shout? His eyes narrowed as he scanned the men below, nothing. His audio picked up a sound from above and quickly looked up.

"Kya!" the voice shouted, jumping from the air and then posing as they landed on the ground. He almost sweat dropped, until he saw the men one bye one drop like fly's. Now just who are they? thought Android 17 it wasn't everyday you saw an average human defeat a bunch of poacher's with what seemed to be ribbon sword.

"you bitch!" one of the poachers wore as they raised their guns, before firing at them. But before the bullet could hit Android 17 quickly deflected it, and knocked the poacher out at the same time. it was child play.

"are you alright?/Will you be my boyfriend?" Android 17 paused, looking up at the taller person. They were strange, but a good strange.

Vegeta

He tsked as he looked up. He had been in a battle, and had almost had his head ripped from his spine. Almost, Just before the attack he felt arms curl around him, as the person carrying him jumped in the air. He opened his eyes, ready to shout at them feeling his pride damaged, only to quickly close them again. a bare chest/exposed. The person holding them had there chest/breast exposed. was the person holding him some harlot?!

But before he could say anything, they began to do an head twirling amount of somersaults and twists as they tried to avoid the attacks. Before landing on the ground. The dirt underneath them coming undone as they did this.

He was speechless (his ego being broken) as he was placed gently on the ground. "Don't worry! I can defeat him!" Vegeta watched them going back to fighting. were they royalty? surely they must of they were as beautiful as a god/goddess, and it seemed like they were trained by the highest of warriors.

he had been too distracted, and had only now come in to terms that they had just beaten the villain. That was HIS fight.

"woman! who are you?! and how dare you steal my fight!" Vegeta shouted, pushing himself up.

Son Goku

Goku sat on the chair (that was quite uncomfortable) as he stuffed his face with food, ordering more and more. The other people looked over in amazement. How could he eat so much? surely it should be impossible to eat that much without being sick, right? WRONG! for Goku was not like them!

"Wow! you eat a lot just like me!" An overly enthusiastic voice stated. "huh?" Goku asked, as he saw someone other then a server come over to talk to him. "can i sit down please?" Goku swallowed the rest of his food before nodding. "Yeah sure!" he stated, and they sat down with a large grin. He looked them over noticing, that they wore colourful clothing, with decorative design on it.

"OH! these look good! so do these! and these too! I'm (y/n) by the way!" They cheerfully said, calling the waitress over who then took there order.

"My nmaes Swon Gokuw" Goku said, speaking with his mouth full. "You have a lovely name Goku! i have a question for you!" Goku swallowed his food, as he waited for them to continue. "go on"

"Would you like to be my husband?"

Gohan

"can I sit here?" Gohan looked up from his spot, seeing someone with (main hair colour) and (secondary hair colour). "Oh! uh sure! Sorry give me a moment please!" He said, as he removed his bags from the chair besides him. They giggled taking the seat next to him.

"thank you!" they grinned, as they took their pen out. it was a pink colour, which had (Image) designs printed on it. Gohan watched from the corner of his eyes, as they stuck the tongue out from the corner of their lips, making there notes look cute. Everything about her was so cute.

"so what's your name? I'm (y/n)!" They asked, as they turned around placing the pen next to their notebook putting their hand out to shake his. He looked up, grabbing their hand and shaking it.

"I'm Gohan!"

"So Gohan, do you wanna go on a date with me?"

Trunks

Trunks screamed as he fell to the floor, his head looking up as that's all he could do his body was badly damaged, sore and bruised. He could only open one eye, as he watched what the villain was going to do.

"You bully! how could you harm someone as cute as him?" A voice shrieked, as suddenly the villain screamed, his arm being sliced off. Trunk's eyes widened as someone appeared in front of him. They were much taller then him, and had defined muscles. His face quickly blushed.

"Pink and green stripes" He muttered looking down. He had accidentally been flashed by the one in front of him. His face felt hot, but the sound of slashing brought him back into reality. They were in a battle, and he was watching the person in front of him fight better then he ever could.;

"i think I've got my first crush" They muttered, there cheeks blushing.

[stinkybuttwipes]

Lie. Part 2

Context: You and piccolo have known eachother since the World martial arts tournaments when he was still evil. You guys had grown to feel and love for eachother when he was first training Gohan and got together after the fall of Namek. you guys have now been married for 2 years and fight together, Always..But piccolo has kept a secret from you.

Piccolo x Gn! Saiyan!Reader (Sneak Peak)

Warnings: small Angst to fluff. Making up, comfort, sweet, reader is vegetas sibling,Post Super Hero

You manage to find Bulma after the kind lady worker lets you inside.

Bulma is working on what looks to be a hover motorcycle.

“Bulma?” You say softly Bulma jumps and turns around, “Oh (name)!” She stands up and dusts off her hands on her yellow pants, “You didn’t let me know you were coming over? Something come up?”.

You put down your bag near the door of her lab, “Well it’s a bit of a long story..” you twiddle with your fingers “I kinda lashed out at piccolo and I feel terrible about it and I’m scared he might hate me now.” You continue to explain everything to her as you try not to cry.

Bulma chuckles and goes to hug you, “I understand that feeling” she lets go and crosses her arms “Hell, Im married to your brother who’s a stubborn guy who’ll yell at me for small things or mistakes I make and he always ends up apologizing” she giggles and puts her hand on your shoulder “You saiyan’s are just more protective and harsher but it’s something that you can’t help, I’m sure he’ll forgive you if you apologize even if it’s not your strong suit” She smiles at you reassuringly.

[boonsmoon]

Heavy Is The Crown

yeahhh, it fits pretty goated song

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Vegeta x f!reader Genres: Oneshot|Angst|Platonic

It wasn't easy being friends with Vegeta. In fact, it felt like you were constantly fighting to meet impossible standards to even be allowed to talk to him. It didn't help that you were a human, he was definitely specist or whatever species racism is called.

You decided to check in on him and entered the gravity chamber, obviously not walking in. Who knows how high that thing is set to...

Vegeta must've finally hit his limit, as you found the gravity machine turned off with him laying on the floor. You knocked on the door to alert him of your presence, preferring to not deal with a spooked saiyan. He noticed you and immediately stood to get on his feet, clearly disappointed in himself for being caught lacking. "How you holding up in here?" You asked him, only to get a glare in response. The silence went on for what felt like forever before he spoke, "if you're going to interrupt my training and enter this place, you may as well join." Oh. You weren't exactly the strongest, but some bonding time is better than none, right? It wasn't very far into the fight when you already gave up, your foe too strong. If you had a white flag you'd be waving it furiously.

You could see the clear disappointment in Vegeta's face as he frowned, "pathetic. This is what earth is supposed to depend on?" Ow...Words hurt, man. "Your expectations for everyone are too high, including the ones for yourself. Why not try expecting to hit a lower goal first?" You hoped to convince him that his expectations were unrealistic, especially for a human. "A fool as well! You may as well die with this power level, woman." The degradation was getting out of hand, what kind of ally constantly puts down his teammate? Vegeta. Vegeta is the ally to constantly put down his ally, and it was really getting on your nerves. "For some prince, you sure are cold hearted. The only thing on fire is your streak for destroying everyone's self-confidence, so congratulations!" You walked away and left the gravity chamber, deciding you were done putting up with the saiyan for today. Of course, you didn't see it because you were turned, but his eyes flashed with disappointment and sadness. He ran another person off.

Your words began to sink in, "for some prince..." You would notice, you would realize he was an amazing prince, the leader of all saiyans. Your mocking would cease one day. "I'll show you, human." He knew he couldn't though. Leader of all saiyans? All two of them? What a joke of a prince...

It was a beautiful day, or at least it was beginning that way. It got interrupted by the one and only Vegeta, however. "Why are you here?" You inquired, only to be met with silence, he seemed to do that a lot. As he got closer you could see his glare and notice his angry stomps. Almost immediately when he got a few feet in front of you he began to fight. "I'm giving you what you asked for! The power of a real prince of saiyans!" He really took what you said to heart, and honestly going all out was NOT the greatest. The sunrise of the day mixed with the spirit waves of his attacks left the impression of a fire in the area. The falling dirt and rubble of trees felt like ashes in the wind. He was too quick, and you were too surprised. Barely dodging one of Vegeta's attacks left you scraped and bleeding. "When!? I never asked for this!" He wouldn't dare explain it to you, a human peasant would never understand. The fight was too much and you ran away, why? What went wrong? How did mess up this time and drive you to leave him. "Why am I such a failure?" Vegeta hung his head in shame, a heavy weight taking over him.

You were walking the streets, minding your own business like any other day, but it took a turn for the worse, at least to you. Vegeta seemed to be out and about too; however, it seemed he hadn't noticed you yet. Maybe you can stay out of his sight a bit longer until once reaching somewhere safer, like your home.

Of course, nothing is that easy. He spotted you and immediately started to walk your way. You didn't feel like putting up with him, so you started to speed walk. He kept getting closer, so ended up running. Perhaps thinking an alleyway would be a shortcut wasn't the best idea. Vegeta finally appeared in front of you, forcing a confrontational conversation. "First you insult me. Then when I prove my worth you run from me. How cowardly can you be?" Prove his worth? Was a surprise attack proving his worth to you? You've had enough of his attitude as of late, "you know what? Maybe you deserve to be insulted! And maybe I'm tired of being put down every second I'm near you! Your worth? You mean reinforcing the idea that an alien is stronger than me?" There was visible anger in your face, "go back to training. Leave me alone!" Seems Vegeta didn't like your show of rebellion towards him. The steps he took closer felt like thunder, it seemed like the world shook with each step he took. "You're tired? Maybe I'm on my last nerve because a human thinks she can say what she wants and get away with it! You should've bit your tongue, woman, if you didn't want this."

It seemed your path had been chosen the moment you spoke up against him. Vegeta was determined to make your life hell for a comment on his title as prince. "You. You are insufferable. I don't want to see you." Turning to walk away he reached out but never fully grabbed hold. Wrong again, it seemed no matter how hard he tried he was never going to get on your good side. Vegeta was just too good at being bad, cursed to never have nice things because he can't lose the facade of arrogance and pride. You weren't put on a path to be tortured, no. You were dragged into Vegeta's destiny to suffer the weight of his title, his legacy, the expectations of a prince and a saiyan. Despite the harmful words he threw, you were closer to a pen, elegant and on point. He was a sword, causing harm that could be healed with time, never truly inflicting damage when dulled. Two opposites that could never get along, and it was his fault. Perhaps...Loving you was another failure, an unreachable goal.

Training in the gravity chamber felt more solemn than it should be. He shouldn't be thinking this much about you, about how he hurt you and now will never be granted your presence again. All Vegeta could do was think about the times you did spend together. How you were nothing but kind to him despite his comments. Yet he let that one training session go too far and ruin everything.

This is what he asked for. He asked to be alone, to become a lonely individual with no one to lean on, no one to turn to in times of need. It was his fault that Vegeta let his 'saiyan pride' take over so much of his life. Saiyan pride? Where is pride when there is no one to witness it? Training was obviously going nowhere, so he walked outside to see that he was training all night. The sunrise would've been beautiful if it didn't remind him of when he attacked you, setting his heart ablaze, causing a burning feeling to arise. Oh, how his whole being would've burned to ashes if it could, cease to exist and end this sadness. "I have no wounds, yet I bleed...How pathetic."

You were going to meet up with Bulma today, a surprise visit really, but seeing Vegeta look off into the rising sun left questions you wanted answered. "What are you doing?' You asked, what was he doing? He's not the kinda person to enjoy scenery, right? "I thought you didn't want to see me," he whispered, almost seemingly to himself. You looked over to him, "well it seems like a weird joke to see you watching the sunrise." There it was, a joke. Yes, that's what he was. Who was he to act like the most powerful when even a human woman could disrespect him to his face?

"I am merely thinking over what I asked for," was all he said. You looked at him in confusion, "and what did you ask for?" He took in a deep breath, "solitude." The sun rose higher over the horizon. Vegeta's pent up feelings boiled over, he couldn't hold it in as silent tears fell. "I bleed, yes. I bleed, and yet there is no one to heal my wounds but myself." You looked over him, checking for anywhere that has blood or signs of harm. You hummed at the metaphorical bleeding, "do you want someone to help?" You moved closer to him, "it would...be appreciated."

You put your hand in his, "sometimes we expect things, and they don't turn out the way we wanted," you looked over at him, "this is to say...sometimes we don't ask for our pain." You could've sworn the sunlight above his head shone as bright as a jewel. A crown fit for a prince, even if not tangible. That heavy feeling he's had, it dissipated with your touch.

Vegeta will try, no matter how difficult a task it proves to be. You can hate him if you must, but he swears on his pride as the prince of saiyans that he will make you love him one day. Despite your human heritage, you will be his queen, and he will be your king.

This is a burden that must be shared together. Maybe not today or tomorrow, or even a year from now. But his legacy will thrive as long as he has you by his side.

Vegeta lowk brocken tho yfm

i hope yall see the vision i tried yk

also chunky fic we love those

btw MERRY CHRISTMASSSS, HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY FOLKS

[tytarax]

Taglist (If you want to be tagged in a specific fanfic or character, select "Other")

One Shots

Fluff Smut Angst Yandere No romance

Love in the middle of the darkness

Lasso of Lust

I want your attention

A Nightmare

Let's go home

One shot

Did I wake you up?

I'll take care of you

Praised

...wait what?

Vulnerability

The Dark Disguise (Dad & son/daughter relationship)

Sick and Twisted Affair (Dad & son/daughter relationship)

You're the chosen one

Bloody Hell

Our Little Baby (Platonic)

We found you (Platonic, dad & son/daughter relationship)

A divine choice part 1 (Platonic, Goten)

Divine Company (Dad & son/daughter relationship)

Zamasu's claim (Platonic)

A god's care (Infinite Zamasu)

Glad you're home

Game of Life (Goku x daughter oc)

Eternal Obsession

Finally

Incudes Zeno in some

A bit of mischief

The Realization (Part 2 of "A bit of Mischief" I believe)

some hcs for "A bit of mischief" written by you guys 1 2

Hide and Seek

Kabedon

Chaotic Diplomacy (Daishinkan, reader and Zenni)

Royal Expectations (Including Dad!Vegeta)

A Wild Welcome for the Omni-King (Daishinkan, reader and Zenni)

Memes

In Silent Devotion

Squeaky

A Gentle Heart

A Love Bound by the Stars

Maybe this isn't so bad (Frieza x Frost)

Maybe this isn't so bad pt 2

A Human's heart (Shin/reader/Daishinkan)

Anime & chill (Frieza x Beerus)

Other characters because I don't have enough mental stability to make a header for all DB characters

The Magic of Friendship (Ginyu)

The Magic of Friendship pt2

Eating out (Bardock)

Theory of Chaos (Frieza)

Reader is trying to survive (Bulma, Chichi, Whis)

Catcalling (Whis, Beerus, reader)

Redemption (Frieza)

Two Clumsy Suitors (Cabba "vs" kid Trunks)

Headcanons

Saiyan!Reader Headcanons: Tail Affection Edition (Daishinkan, Zeno, Shin)

Fanfics

The Fallen Angel (Black Goku x reader) Unpublished due to some problems

[starclancy]

Masterlist

| 🩷 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 💘 - hurt/comfort | ❣️ - smut |

One Peice -

A Recipe for Recovery (Sick!Reader x Sanji) 🩷

Calming Meody (Reader x Zoro) ?

Unspoken Goodbye Pt. 1 (Fem!Reader/Shanks) 💔

Unspoken Goodbye Pt. 2 (Fem!Reader/Shanks to Fem!Reader/Law)💘

Secrets (Reader x Sanji) 💔🩷

Honest Heart (Reader x Usopp) 🩷

Jelous Monster Trio (Fem!Reader/Jelous!MonsterTrio) 💘

Broken Compass (Reader x Zoro) 💔🩷

Crybaby (Reader x Zoro) 🩷

Stirring Trouble (Reader x Sanji) 💔🩷

Sweet As Sugar (Reader x Sanji) 🩷

A Taste Of Home (Reader x Sanji) 🩷

Calming Melody (Reader x Strawhats) 🩷

A Day At The Market (Reader x Sanji) 🩷

Mouthwashing -

Quiet Morning With You (Reader x Daisuke) 🩷

Rainy Day (Depressed!Reader x Daisuke) 🩷

Under The Stars (Reader x Daisuke) 🩷

Dragon Ball Z -

Eyes on Me (Reader x Goku) 🩷

A Quiet Moment Together (Reader x Goku) 🩷

You Matter Too (Daughter!Reader/Goku) 💔🩷

Silent Bond (Reader/Vegeta) 🩷

Haikyuu -

Playing Rough (AFAB/fem! Reader/timeskip!Kageyama) ❣️

Married Life (AFAB/fem! Reader/timeskip!Kuroo) ❣️

In Your Corner (Reader/Kageyama) 🩷

Heavy is the Heart (Reader/tsukki) 💘

[whaledenwtf]

Dragon Ball Masterlist

If (or when) I write Dragon Ball Fanfiction, it will be here.

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Agenda

♡ - Female Reader, usually smut ♡ - Gender Neutral Reader, usually safe for work ♡ - Male Reader, none written yet ✩ - Smut ⟡ - Fluff ☀︎ - Angst

Fanfiction

Vegeta Steak and Eggs ♡✩⟡☀︎

Other Characters will be added~

Requests

Headcannons

In Queue

⚝ - Not Started ➡ - Started

Vegeta x Saiyan!Reader

[dreadsuitsamus]

Not Meant To Be | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this was another instance of a story being unfinished but also mostly done, so i quickly finished it up. i based this off of the song Not Meant To Be by Theory of a Deadman, and there are bits of my personal struggle of dealing with a breakup and all in all, the relationship depicted is sadly very much like my irl one that ended. the sad truth is that sometimes people are not meant to be together, despite all of the love and sacrifices made in the relationship. it's a very hard lesson to learn and if you have ever experienced it, just know i love you so much and you are strong 🩷 also you're a real one if you ever had a breakup/tough conversation in the car. those pics of kanye and kim crying in the car hit so hard

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: angst, breaking up

The clatter of the various silverware on plates in the restaurant is louder than the conversation between you and Vegeta, though it's not exactly a feat of decibels when the talking has boiled down to absolutely nothing. His jaw is tight and you feel the twist of an unintentional scowl on your lips, the dinner on your plates just about gone with what's left of it having grown as cold as your shoulders.

Vegeta waves a short, two-fingered salute as your waiter sets down another table's drinks, quickly and quietly asking for the bill. You're unable to stop the roll of your eyes from the contempt deep within, though as the days and weeks continue to come, the feelings aren't buried as well as they once were. Vegeta takes note, huffing and clenching his fists tightly. "What now?" He grits out, his own negative feelings less hidden as the days go on, and that's with his nasty temper giving way to his frustrations most of the time.

"You're awfully eager to leave. Haven't even finished your food." Your tone is as bitter as the cranberry juice mixed in your beverage; there's always a lack of love, these days.

"I've lost my appetite." Vegeta leans back into his seat, staring pointedly at anywhere that isn't your angry face. You've started forgetting how he looks— except for when he's arguing with you, with those angry eyes and the vein that pokes out from his temple being his most prominent features.

You snort. "Yes, because the Saiyan man that trained all day long with little to eat has actually lost his appetite. You think I'm an idiot."

"I think you're plucking my nerves." Vegeta growls.

"Why did you even bother coming out with me if you were going to act like this?"

"Why did you want me to come out this badly if you were just going to nitpick everything I do?"

"I wanted to spend some time with you, but now I remember why that's a stupid idea. You'd rather be training than spending any kind of quality time with me."

"I am not having this argument again, much less in public, woman."

You snort and cross your arms. He won't have the discussion at home, either. It's like an old, worn record now. You're mad, he doesn't really seem to care. There's never a solution nor compromise, there's hardly ever any apologies these days either. Festering hatred is about all that's left between you and your boyfriend— it's a far cry from the initial happiness of partnership you'd experienced a couple years prior. "Whatever."

The bill is settled quickly, though you've already started for the car before Vegeta can get his credit card back. The sun lingers in the sky, holding onto the last bits of daylight it can give before the inevitability of nightfall dawns. Vegeta's hands are stuffed into his pockets, brow drawn together tightly as he takes his time walking to the car. A cold feeling spreads through your chest at the look on his face: it's not angry.

He slides into the driver's seat, not a word passing through his lips, not even a single glance spared in your direction as he stares straight through the windshield, hands resting atop the steering wheel. Anxiety clacks against your ribs, bouncing off and knocking your insides around, sending that icy inkling deep into the pit of your stomach.

"Vegeta?" You're surprised at the softness of your voice; and Vegeta seems to be as well. He turns his head so slightly, dark eyes capturing yours for a fleeting second before he looks back at the sun as it edges to the horizon.

"I have been conflicted for some time now." He admits quietly. "And I think now I've finally come to realize that I can't give you the things you need."

"And what is it that you think I need?"

"A man who loves you more than anything. That can and will prioritize you over even his greatest dreams." Vegeta murmurs. "Should I pursue this relationship as hard as you want, I would sooner lose myself and my pride as a Saiyan."

"It doesn't feel like a relationship when you're hardly around." You murmur, eyes searing as they cut away to the idly watch the people as they come and go from the restaurant doors. "I need reassurance, Vegeta. I've been done wrong too many times in the past to just… Be able to trust that when you're gone, you aren't staying gone. I love you. But I'm weary of you and your motives as the days go by."

"My 'motives'?"

"Was a warrior like you ever really after love? Or were you just getting kicked out of Bulma's place and need a place to go?"

Vegeta's teeth gnash together. "And here you go again."

"No, there you go again! Time and time again I have a concern and I don't tell you about it to be an annoyance. I tell you so you can know what's on my mind and remedy it how you see fit; but you don't care to ease my mind. You just make it worse, like you don't care or that you want to be malicious."

"Of course I don't want to hurt you— Do you hear yourself?? Do you even understand the things you ask me when you get like this? You think I've done this song and dance for so long and never so much as said a single word about wanting to leave because I secretly dislike you, or hate you even? I have loved you, and you have only ever questioned it. I won't be doubted any longer and made out to be some freeloader!" Vegeta snaps, and he's still careful with his rage as he smacks his hands against the steering wheel.

"Why is it so hard for you to just reassure me?!" The tears, oh how they burn your sensitive eyes— Do either of you deserve this conversation?

"Why is it so hard for you to trust me?!"

"I do—"

"No you do not." Vegeta looks directly into your eyes, and he's harboring his own unshed tears. "You always say that, but then we run right back around and end up in this same conversation, time. And time. Again."

Your chest heaves at how calm he is, at how right he is. He's never been able to really convince you, has he? Is he untrustworthy, or are you merely too broken to trust? "I love you."

"And I you." Vegeta murmurs, looking away as his eyes can no longer fight the sting of tears and they finally fall. "But this isn't working for either of us. I cannot continue to not be good enough for you."

"It's not that you're not good enough." You can't even raise your voice above a hoarse whisper now, and the napkins in the glove compartment aren't proving to be very good at wiping your messy face.

"I don't feel good enough for you. My own lover, the one I trust more than anyone else on this damned planet, doesn't trust me. No matter what I do, you're always mad. It's exhausting to live like this, and it makes me not want to come home to you. I don't want to come home. All my life I've been without one, and we made one together. And I've loved it!" His tears fall harder and your heart breaks entirely at what you've done to him.

Neither of you can particularly speak through your sobs, and together you cry at the crumbling kingdom. And thank God it's dark out now, because this restaurant is known to be on the romantic side and to see a couple in the car crying their damn eyes out would surely turn away a patron or two. Sniffling and wiping at his eyes, Vegeta pulls himself together just enough to carry on for the both of you. He's always had to be the strong one— you can't imagine the weight on his shoulders.

You can hardly believe the weight you feel lifting off of yours when he puts the car in drive, and his lips are light as a feather on your knuckles the following week when he puts the last box of his things into the truck. Tears prick your eyes and your chest is heavy, but for the first time in such a long time…

Your mind is clear as he walks away.

[lady-eris]

Rules! + masterlist

Hi there! it's your local writer Lady-Eris, I hope everything is going alright for you : ) this is my first time doing rules. Requests are OPEN as there's hardly any there (hence why i've been going slow with requests, but i'm thinking that might be why no one is submitting anything)

I will do

Female canon x female reader

male x male reader

male x female reader (and vice versa)

male/female x GN reader

angst, fluff, yanderes, platonic work (where neither are dating, or in love but friends and/or family or have family bonds) i love taking villains

I also love doing family found content, and child readers (As long as they aren't romantic to the child)

Match ups

(if you're unsure feel free to ask!)

I WILL NOT do

-self harm or suicide

-rape, and or dubcon or sexual assault

i won't write x ocs unless you're either a super close friend, or it's a matchup

pedophilia

Nsfw/Smut content

Changing a characters canon sexuality, for the fanfic. (So if a character is canonly Gay, And You request for the character to be Female in a romantic way I will have to decline. Vice versa with a lesbian character, and a male character) this also includes if a character is Highly implied to be that Sexuality.

manga only characters (may possibly change)

Generally anything that makes me feel uncomfortable.

Maybe pile (don't know yet)

-Nothing Yet?

Masterlist

Dragon Ball

Chilled headcanon

Gamma twins with sick reader

Gamma twins/Dr Hedo headcanons

fighting over food with Beerus

Goku/Vegeta/Android 17/Trunks/Gohan with Mitsuri reader

Zarbon thinking about Reader in a meeting

Cell and Cooler Headcanons

Android 17 headcanons

Angst: Twins with dying/dead reader

Gamma 2; Jealousy

Yandere

Yandere cell

Platonic Cold family

Jujutsu kaisen

Geto is kicked out the bed by his daughters

Choso and Todo with sister reader

MANGA SPOILERS reaction to Sukuna taking over Megumi

Mama Itadori reader

Sukuna takes over the reader (Yuji, Gojo and Megumi)

Hakari and Kirara watching you dance (Short, an Imagine)

Nanbaka

nothing yet

Transformers

Nothing yet

Attack on titan

Nothing yet

Naruto

Nothing yet

Baki

Nothing yet

Monkie kid

Nothing yet

Undertale

Nothing yet

Fairy tail

Gray's Younger Brother (PLATONIC)

The legend of Korra

Nothing yet

Jojo bizarre adventure

Nothing yet

One punch man

Nothing yet

Demon slayer

Nothing yet

Kotaro lives alone

Nothing yet

One piece

Short Drabble/ Rob Lucci saves the reader

Aokiji and Prisoner Charlotte Reader

Aokiji making up with the reader

Dragon Gives you a mission

Any fandom/NON-specified

kissing under the mistletoe

More fandoms to be added