#vegetas hair. it makes me laugh so hard.

[chrono-art]

Finally got this piece done this morning just in time for father's day! Its Vegeta as "The Thinker" (Le Penseur) statue by Auguste Rodin. (My dad actually came up with the idea, so it was kinda an inside joke) also, I'm prob gonna make his mouth darker because I drew it super light.

(Here's what it looks like in the frame too :D)

Oh heres the reference photo I used too! I would feel bad if I didn't include it here

No idea who took this photo I just looked up the statues name on Google and found it.

[actuallysaiyan]

IM SO EXCITED!!

Okay so Yamcha x male!saiyan!reader. For the prompt where everything kinda falls through and I want Yamcha to be the one that has to improvise pleaseee 💖💖💖

warnings: male reader, mentions of sparring/violence, kissing, Yamcha has to beg Bulma for help word count: 1.1k pairings: Yamcha x Male!Saiyan!Reader summary: Yamcha is desperately trying to give you a good first Valentine's Day as a couple, but it all falls through. with a little help from Bulma and the prince of Saiyans himself, Yamcha succeeds.

Yamcha is tearing his hair out. He can’t believe everything is falling through and it’s the first time in years that he actually has a date for Valentine’s day. Worse thing is, this is your first Valentine’s day since you weren’t from earth. You had the others explain it to you, and Yamcha had promised you such a romantic and sweet night to show you just how good the holiday could be.

He’s no slouch about it either, he gets right on it before you can even think too hard on it. A month ahead of time, he’s got the reservation at the fanciest restaurant. He’s called the florist for the biggest bouquet of roses. Even if you aren’t a woman nor are you a human, Yamcha is giddy with the idea of wooing through the usual human advances. He wants you to experience romance through the ways earthlings are accustomed to.

And yet, here he is, the day of Valentine’s and he’s fucking empty handed. Things are falling through left and right, and he’s got no time to make it right. The restaurant called to tell him that because of an incident that happened the night before they had to close the place for three whole days. And he’s not going to be able to make any kind of reservation today. Every place in town was going to be booked solid.

The florist was next, and this one made him sad. There had been a death in the family, so of course they weren’t going to be able to complete any of their orders today. He calls up a few other places, but they are all sold out. He’s literally this close to crying at this point. You were definitely going to think he was an idiot.

This leaves him little choice, so he heads over to Bulma’s. He’s practically on his hands and knees, begging her to help him. She’s rolling his eyes, but she lets him in and begins to make arrangements for him. All the while, the prince of all Saiyans is listening in. He thinks Yamcha is usually pathetic, but knowing that the man wants to do good by one of his own men, he knows he has to intervene and help out somehow.

He pulls Yamcha aside as Bulma makes calls and begins getting in touch with some of her connections.

“Listen to me,” Vegeta starts. “You’re trying to woo a Saiyan. Just challenge him to a battle.”

Yamcha laughs nervously, “Are you fucking crazy?”

“No! Well— that’s not the point! Just listen to me and do as I say. I’m an expert on all things Saiyan, after all.”

Yamcha takes Vegeta’s words to heart as he gets ready for his date with you. Bulma found a restaurant that would be willing to take you two on this last minute request. And she promised to keep the gravity room open so if you did want to have a fight, it would be somewhere a bit more concealed. She couldn’t do anything about the flowers, but she was able to convince one of her own private bakers to whip up a batch of homemade chocolates.

So with a box of homemade chocolates and his favorite suit on, Yamcha goes to where you’ve been staying with the Son family and he nervously knocks on the door. You look equally as nervous, unsure of how such a holiday would roll out. You smile when you see Yamcha all dressed up for you.

“You look good,” he says, noticing you’re wearing a montsuki that Yamcha is sure Chi-Chi had dressed you in.

You chuckle, “You think so? I don’t know about these earthling garments.”

Yamcha offers you his arm, and you two walk out towards his flying car. He closes the door behind you, hoping to seem like the sweet gentleman he is. Once inside the car, he offers you the box of chocolates. And as the Saiyan you are, you end up devouring all of them after the very first taste. It’s addictive and sweet, making you feel so bubbly inside.

The restaurant greets you both with amiable smiles and professionalism oozing off of them. You were really wowed by this, seeing as you haven’t been on Earth for so long. It was all new and exciting, and it really was warming your cold heart that Yamcha was able to show you all of this.

The wine flows as well as steak dinner after steak dinner. Yamcha is still so surprised to watch a Saiyan’s appetite in action. One would think that years of hanging out with Goku would have him used to this sort of thing, but he is in awe at how much you can eat. Thankfully, Bulma had managed to pull some strings for her friend and the bill was taken care of.

The last thing Yamcha had to offer you was a sparring session. This got your blood pumping, as you knew you’d be able to show him a good time this way. He drives you both back to Capsule Corp, and he leads you towards the Gravity Chamber. You had heard of it whenever Vegeta was talking about it, but now you get to witness it for yourself.

“After you,” Yamcha says, opening the door. He’s got some trauma from this place, but he is letting himself overcome this fear. It’s for you, after all.

You both enter and the door closes. Then Yamcha guides you towards the control panel. He explains how everything works, and the two of you decide on a gravity to start with. Nothing too crazy, as this was just meant to be a fun activity for you. 

Blow for blow, Yamcha is able to match you for the most part. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you completely sexy. You’re in your element this way, your muscles rippling and your masculine energy is filling the chamber. He is thrown off guard when you kick him down, and he lands on the ground with a loud thump.

“Shit! Are you alright?” You make your way over to him, cradling him in your arms.

Yamcha laughs, “Can’t complain.”

You notice the flush on his cheeks. Your nose is beginning to pick up the scent of musky arousal. This makes your own cheeks burn. Was Yamcha really turned on by your display of power? Was he horny because you bested him in battle? You smirk at him, soothing back some hair from his face.

“Oh little human…” you coo softly before kissing him. “You are so adorable.”

Yamcha groans, “Don’t call me adorable!”

You quiet him with another kiss, your tail wrapping around him to pull him even closer to you. Suddenly, Yamcha’s mind is blank as you begin making out. Your tongue feels so soft against his own, and his cock is beginning to strain against the dress pants he decided to wear for this occasion.

“What’s wrong with being adorable?” You ask, a purring lilt to your voice.

“Mmmm I guess nothing if you’re going to keep kissing me.”

[helloiamadrawer]

Hello my friend; I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon or story on Android 17 x Saiyan!Reader who's also Goku's daughter and who is also a black!reader? (You can make it both SFW and NSFW!!)🤗👌🏾❤️‍🔥

Android 17 x Black! Saiyan who is Goku's Daughter

a/n: Hi @lelewright1234 unfortunately I can't do nsfw ( I may do that on a later event but not this one sorry!) but I will make it fluffy and romantic for ya!

Ok it may seem stereotypical but 17 listens to Kendrick Lamar as he cruises through the park with you in his dune buggy, making sure everything is okay and the animals are safe and you ofc

You always admired his love for animals, as you had a liking towards them as well, so whenever you got the chance to patrol, he would ask if you would like to come along if you werent busy

As you are a Saiyan, you and 17 train to maintain your power (cause Goku is mostly NOT present cause he is out training with his rival friend Vegeta) or just for plain fun

and per chance sometimes you two place silly bets on whoever loses 🤭

Cause you prefer defending yourself sometimes and who knows if you end up alone and someone tries to run up on you, the usual defense methods

You asked him once if you could dread or braid his hair and he was totally cool with it as he had no idea what you were going to do but it turned out pretty cool! (Tbh, android 17 in dreads is like a new cool style he would rock it!)

showering you in kisses just out of nowhere really hehe

Your laugh almost sounds just like your father's and 17 just finds it so cute like its his magnum opus of happiness

Sci fi movie nights

Hear me out: Arcade dates because he knows every game and would beat you at all of them (he'd let you win at least one tho and he basically won all the prizes for you such a sweetheart 🥰)

Sugar Daddy 17? 😳😳🤔 just a thought..

You tried teachimg him a bit of gen z lingo but the only word that looks good on him is 💫s l a y💫 you laughed so hard when he tried to put it in a sentence when you were cooking something one day and he goes, "Wow, that smells so slay babe." next thing he sees is you half bent over laughing and 17 is just confused "Omg, you are such a card 17! But nice try though honey, we'll have to brush up more on that."

Did i forget that Bulma once let him rent one of her super dope yachts to 17? Yk, after the TOP and stuff? Yeah he did it again for yall's second year anniversary of being together;a cruise date! complete with flowers, a nice candlelit dinner with a amazing view of the sunset descending over the sea, it was beautiful and romantic at the same time. You couldn't help but think to yourself 'How did i get so lucky?'

a/n: annd...thats about it! Hope you liked it!

[gripefroot]

Crooked Ways [15/22]

Vegeta made love like it was a battle and she was his opponent. It showed in the way he found her every weakness and exploited it until Bulma was left limp and breathless on their battlefield (his bed) and he had triumphed. No part of her body was left unknown to him even before they’d made it to the actual sex. Instead of blushing or turning away, Bulma sucked in breath after breath, eyes tightly closed while he kissed her breasts. He gripped her thighs almost painfully, holding her still. 

She hadn't known her body was capable of so much pleasure, or so often. 

“Vegeta,” she sighed, his name torn from every shred left of her soul. If she’d known he was capable of this, she would have come onto him sooner. Possibly the day they met. 

“What is it?” Despite all they’d done, his tone was still harsh and uncompromising. 

Bulma had no words. Nothing for what she felt, and so much of it. So she stretched out like a languid cat, taking her time to yawn and squirm on the bed until she was comfortable again. When she opened her eyes Vegeta watched her like a predator, his chin at her navel and his eyes as dark and depthless as space. And just as beautiful. 

“Are you tired?” he asked bluntly. 

“It’s like, one in the morning! Of course I’m tired.”

“You want to stop?”

“No…” She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes drifting over his half-clothed form. She hadn’t had the chance to see him in all his Saiyan glory yet. He’d been so focused on making love to her that she hadn’t had a chance to return the favor. And though she’d felt it, she desperately wanted to see the rock-hard organ currently pressed against her leg. 

Vegeta must have sensed where her mind went, because his grip tightened on her before he peeled away. “Don’t forget you asked for this,” he warned her, stripping off the rest of his clothes. “If you give up now, you’ll be a coward.” 

“Is that reverse psychology?”

He paused in the motion of crawling overtop her. “What?” 

Bulma walked her fingers up the front of his bare chest, already thrilled and satiated and yet wanting so much more. “Are you trying to challenge me?”

“You’ve already accepted it, if you mean to bed me.” 

“Huh.” It proved impossible to ignore the gleam in his eyes as he hovered over her, thick legs parting hers with ease. And she realized she didn’t want to ignore it, or any part of him. She smiled as she looped her arms around his neck, and got a smacking kiss to the side of her mouth for it. “I’m not convinced I’m the one doing the bedding here,” Bulma mused. Every word shook with her barely-disguised cocktail of nervousness and excitement. If Vegeta noticed it, he didn’t comment on it, merely planting his elbows on either side of her head while his expression went grim. 

“You’ll tell me if it…hurts.” Spoken as a command, rather than a request. Sliding her hands down to rest on his biceps, she almost made a surprised noise to feel his muscles trembling. 

“Yes,” she said. So the arrogant, indestructible prince wasn’t as confident as he pretended…she might have continued that line of thought if said prince hadn’t started kissing her neck while he gently rutted against her. It was enough pressure to spiral her back into hazy pleasure, forgetting everything else but the song her body sang at Vegeta’s every touch. His hair was coarse between her fingers, his every grunt oddly soft in her ear. Comfortably pinned down by his weight, Bulma whispered, “You were right,” before closing her eyes. “You are good at this.” 

Ruthless killer and gentle lover, all in one body. Tonight, he was the lover, and he took his time to make sure she felt no pain. Again and again he asked, more impatient each time, if she was in pain. And each time she laughed and reminded him he was barely inside of her and it felt good, and could he please hurry up?

“Stop laughing!” 

She pressed her lips together, his furious gaze riveted on her mouth before he bent down to coax it back open with a few kisses in perfect tandem with his deepening thrusts. What had started out as even, controlled movements were turning jerky, each one a flash of pleasure. 

Vegeta groaned, his face pressed against hers with strain etched in every line of his face. Bulma sighed in return, gripping his backside to urge him on. But there was no point: one final thrust and he seized up around her, panting awkwardly before his elbows gave out and her breath was squashed out of her body by his full weight. 

She could hear the clock ticking on the nightstand.

“Um.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, even to her. She traced circles on his muscled backside. “Vegeta?”

Only a groan in response.

“Are you…did you…?”

He lifted his head then, eyes nearly crossed as he blinked furiously at her face. Bulma tried to smile, but she was more confused than anything.

“Just…just give me a minute,” Vegeta said, jaw ticking. His arms still shook. “And I’ll…I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“You finished, didn’t you?” 

The glare he sent her was enough to confirm it.

“Wow!” She started to laugh. “That must be record time.” 

“Be quiet!” 

“No need to be so sensitive!” Bulma said, reaching up to pat his cheek. His skin was flushed hot, sweat beading along his hairline. “We can do it again sometime. Besides, you already made me - ”

“Stop.” Vegeta seized her wrist, stopping her from caressing his face. “Do not speak down to me, woman. I am not some Earth man only capable of limited reproductive activities. In a few minutes I will resume making love to you at full power.” 

Like a battle, indeed. 

“I swore I would kiss you all night long,” he said, thrusting again. Enough to make Bulma see stars. “I swore I would show you the might of Saiyan men. You will not walk away from my bedroom unhappy or unsatisfied.” 

“Oh…kay. Okay.” She broke off into a full-throated moan, head arching back. Each delicious stroke carried her higher and higher, and she knew from fresh experience he wouldn’t stop until she fell, and he’d catch her, too. “Oh, Vegeta…oh, this is…” 

“Tell me you like it,” Vegeta muttered. 

“I - I do - I - ”

Her fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders, holding tight for dear life. The pace he set would be brutal if it wasn’t so exquisite. His lips smashed against her cheek, an anchor in a storm, and Bulma suddenly questioned if she would make it through the night. 

Incidentally, she did. 

Sometime around dawn she dozed off, head buried in a pillow and partially covered by a sheet. What felt like a few seconds later, the bruised light of dawn struck her eyes and she shifted to stretch out every sore, overused limb of her body with a yawn. 

“You gave out,” came an accusatory, deep voice.

“I did not.” 

Bulma flopped around, tugging the sheet up her chest for no real reason. Vegeta was watching her with raised brows, his head propped on a fist and a grin threatening his mouth. The show off. Even if he did deserve it. She hid a second yawn behind her hand, blinking blearily and wondering why he hadn’t kicked her out now that he’d shown her his skill. Then again, she wasn’t complaining: she had a perfect view of his muscled shoulders and arms, chiseled and gorgeous. 

“Well?” Vegeta asked after a few moments, his voice so infuriatingly smug that if Bulma wasn’t feeling so lax she might have smacked him for it. 

“Well, what?” she mumbled back. His eyes must have left her face because she could feel the burn of his gaze on other parts of her. The sheet provided no protection at all. 

“Am I as good at making love as I am fighting?” 

Bulma couldn’t help it. She snorted, letting her exhausted eyelids drift closed to blot out the morning's brightening light. 

“Why do you laugh?” Strong fingers curled around her wrist, giving her a quick yank to close the distance between them. Then his mouth descended on her neck, the scratch of his hair on her cheek ticklish enough to make her try to squirm away. Vegeta just held on harder. 

“I don’t think the point of sex is for someone to end up dead.” 

His tongue swirled over the kiss he’d left behind her ear, a moan falling from her lips before she could stop it. “Haven’t you any idea how animals breed?” was his amused question, whispered hoarsely in her ear. “Or does Earth have no such creatures that spend the aftermath of their coupling feasting on the other’s brains?”

“How romantic,” Bulma said, shivering. The calluses of his hands were rough on her breast, kneading gentler than she’d ever thought him capable of. “We - we do,” she managed to say. Even though Vegeta had wrung a record amount of pleasure out of her body, and she was sure she’d never been so worn-out in her life - she still prickled when his teeth found her collarbone. 

“Then perhaps I should be thanking you for leaving my brain where it’s at,” he mused. 

“I’m not convinced there’s enough in there to make a satisfying meal.” 

His teeth released her, his head lifting enough to narrow a look into her eyes. Bulma blinked. She hadn’t expected him to take offense, but…

Vegeta laughed; a rough, foreign sound, his hand sliding from her breast to her wrist which he pinned into the pillow. Then his knee went between her legs, pushing his erection into her thigh. 

How could he - ?

Saiyans. That had to be the answer. Bulma’s head spun. 

“More?” she asked weakly. He only lifted a brow, staring down at her with such intensity that she didn’t need to feel his limbs pressed up and tangled with hers to want him again. At this point, she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop wanting him. Now knowing what he was capable of. Capable of making her feel. 

“Do you not want more?” Vegeta asked. 

“I do, but - ” Bulma bit her lip. Immediately his eyes dropped to her mouth, a flare of black heat making her self-conscious. “I’m tired,” she said. “And hungry. And a little sore. And don’t,” she said, wriggling a hand free from his grasp in order to press a single finger to his lips, effectively closing them from what he’d been about to say. He stared mulishly over top, “start telling me about how long Saiyans can have sex without a break, because I’m not a Saiyan.”

Vegeta pulled her hand down, but not to retort. Instead he stared at her finger with single-minded curiosity. Then his tongue darted out, licking it from knuckle to tip. He smacked his lips together, as if savoring the taste. Meanwhile Bulma swallowed a whimper. The roughness of his tongue sent tingles that traveled from her finger and up her arm like a blast of cold air. 

“I never thought an Earth woman could taste so good,” he said thoughtfully, as if judging the taste of wine. It made her feel something in the region of chest. Maybe near her heart. 

“And that’s not going to make me less tired,” Bulma told him. That got her a good Vegeta scowl, but rather than irritate her, she just thought he was cute. And she laughed, pushing on his chest. She may as well beat her fists against the moon for all the good it did, but she did it, anyway. “Let me go,” she said. “Needing a break doesn’t mean I never want to have sex with you again.” 

Vegeta backed off, crawling backwards off her body though his eyes never left her face. The position made him even more of a predator, watching her with a wolfish glare as if gauging his next meal from her innocent flesh. Gingerly sitting up and tenderly lowering her legs over the side of the bed, Bulma was overtaken by a gigantic yawn, stretching her arms overhead. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked once the tension was released from her body.

“Not for food.” His eyes were on her breasts, brazen as anything. She made a point to swing her hips a little extra, waddling to the bathroom - she really was sore. Over her shoulder she asked,

“Single-minded of you, isn’t it?” 

“Saiyans are exceptionally single-minded,” Vegeta informed her loudly, as if it were a source of pride. “It's in our biology. That way we don’t get distracted when we’re in battle.” 

“It's always back to battles, isn't it?” She muttered it more to herself than anything, plopping herself right onto the toilet. When his head appeared in the doorway she shrieked, covering her breasts with her arms. “Make some noise when you’re approaching, why don’t you?”

“Why did you cover those up?” He nodded at her chest. Bulma angled herself away, sticking out her bottom lip. 

“Let a lady have some privacy, Vegeta!” 

“Fine. It makes no difference to me.” He disappeared, and she could breathe again. It would be a while before her heart rate slowed down, though. Outside the bathroom she heard drawers closing. Did he make noise on purpose? Or was he usually so indifferent in his private space? 

Bulma finished her business, tip-toeing to the bathroom door as if to spy on Vegeta in his natural habitat. Well, as natural as he was going to get. Fingers curled around the doorframe, she ogled at his bare back as he lifted a tank top overhead before sliding it down his body. He already wore a pair of gray sweatpants, tight at the waist to keep from falling. 

She hadn’t spent enough time licking his muscles. She needed to rectify that at the soonest possible moment. 

“Where are you going?” she asked, realizing too late that getting dressed meant that she wouldn’t get to lick him anytime soon. 

Vegeta cast her a look over his shoulder. “You said you were hungry.”

“Yes, but…” 

“Did you lie?”

“No!” 

“Then wait here and I shall return with a meal.” 

Bulma stepped out, forgetting her nudity as she placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me! Is it your plan to keep me locked up in here?” 

His brows lifted. Turning so that they faced each other across the room, Vegeta took his sweet time to make a sweep of the length of her body. She refused to cower, letting him admire what he would. And he did. Was he smiling? 

“You can leave if you wish,” he said with a shrug. “I merely assumed you wouldn’t wish to.”

He’d assumed correctly. Bulma clamped down her lips with her teeth so that she didn’t admit it. Vegeta’s teeth shone in a crooked smile while he barked out a laugh. 

“So I thought,” he said. “I’ll be back, Bulma. Rest for now. You’ll need your energy.”

Bulma wondered, watching the door close behind him, if she fully understood what she’d gotten herself into. 

[voxofthevoid]

*comes stumbling in, trips, falls, and lands on face*

I...I did it! I binged the JJK manga! Wait what time is it? What day? *squinting at clock* Huh? Really? How am I still alive????

This is werewolf anon. I'm only slightly sleep deprived and feral. Slightly. (It's a lie. I'm a liar. Nanami, please come pull my hair and punish me.)

I...I honestly don't even know what to say. SO MUCH HAPPENED. I was not ready for where the anime is at with the Shibuya arc to the culling game and Gojo and Megumi and Yuuji and Sukuna and GOJO. GOJO. GIMME BACK MY GOJO YOU FUCKERS-

*incoherent screeching followed by the thud of an exhausted body hitting the ground*

I think the last time I felt such a build up and WTF WHAT DO YOU MEAN was when Steve got on that fucking time travel platform and abandoned Bucky- *gunshot*

No way that Gojo is gone for good??? HOW??? Surely the author is just fucking with us? If Dragon Ball can revive Goku and Vegeta a bunch, why not Gojo- *more gunshots*

Well FUCK. You did warn me it was going to be hellish so I got no one to blame for my self-flagellation of the JJK manga. But goddamn, I was not expecting that!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫 What do I do now??? Why must the mangaka torment us this way???

And damn I'm sorry to hear people were shitty and tried to block evade you through submissions. WTF. Why can't people operate with some fucking decency? But I appreciate you saying you were cool with me leaving a link. I'm sure I'm not the first person who probably thought of this joke but hey hopefully you get a giggle out of it. I sure needed it after my JJK manga binge spiral lol!

https://i.postimg.cc/SsdyLYGJ/Go-To-Horny-Jail-Yuuji.png

Hopefully next time you see me in your ask box, I won't be the husk of a human being. 😵

*gives you blankets and water* I Get It, Friend.

I was not even remotely kidding about the hell part. I caught up with the manga around the time Yuki+Choso versus Kenjaku was happening, and then I kept up with the weekly releases religiously. Chapter 236 (The Great Bisection) had me in a funk for two whole weeks. I still can't think too much or hard about it without getting real pissed off, and the only saving grace is that it's better than being sad.

I like character deaths, is the thing! I love them—when they're done well. Go/jo was a travesty. The comparison to Steve is apt, honestly, because the favoring of an idealized past at the expense of the present and the human connections (existing and potential) there is one of my main issues with both Steve's time travel and Gojou's airport purgatory behavior.

The main difference on my end is that Steve was my favorite character, so Endgame made me drop the whole franchise. In JJK, Yuuji's my favorite, so I'm still invested to an insane degree.

But yes, even when Gege is at their best, they torment us (and Yuuji, mostly) for shits and giggles. Most of the time, I even enjoy it! Stick around for more pain 🤗

The picture did make me laugh! Here, for the people:

I'm putting him in horny jail. With Gojou. And Nanami. And a few others. Might defeat the purpose, but ah well. He deserves all the hole.

In the time it's taken me to answer this (been a fever-ridden husk myself the last week), I hope you're humaned up!

[2darklymelanatedstories]

Hide and seek (ft Goku)

Hope you like this intro: Part 2 coming soon

Part 1

You kept as still as you could–despite your uncontrollable shaking–steadying your breathing as not to hyperventilate.

Breath in...breath out...breath in...breath out

The only thing you could hear was your breathing in this unbearable silence. Where was he?

Last you saw him, he was counting to 10. But you didn't stick around as you started running as soon as he reached 2.

You tried to control your sobbing and quietly prayed that he wouldn't find your hiding spot. It was dark and cramped on an especially dark night. Hopefully he'd miss you if he ever were to come by, if you just kept still.

Breath in...breath out–

Then you heard it.

The sound of a broken twig and crunched leaves as his footsteps became known, followed by the loud clanking of chains that spoke wonders of its intended use. You could hear his goofy chuckle, that which once brought you joy now brought you chilling goosebumps.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

~

"Found you, (Y/n)!"

A shriek left your lips as you were tackled to the ground.

"Goku! Goku, let go of me!"

You rolled around the grass in a fit of giggles and laughs as you tried to push the spiky haired man off your smaller form.

"Not until you give it."

"Never!"

Still struggling to free your self, you thought up a plan that was sure to work...and if it didn't then you'd die from embarrassment.

With Goku looming over you, you cupped his face with your hands, closed your eyes and hoped for the best as you leaned forward.

"What are you doing?"

You froze. Your lips just a kiss away from his and the man of your dreams was watching.

"Uh," You immediately pushed Goku off your form and jumped up from you spot. "Hey Vegeta. We were...uh just wrestling."

He raised an eyebrow at you. At that moment you could've died from embarrassment and you'd be happy because the last thing you'd see is Vegeta.

"Wrestling with your lips? Or actually was it tongue wrestling?",he teased.

"Well..."

"It's (Y/n)'s distraction technique to put her enemies off guard." Goku said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His way of saying that he was backing you up. "I gotta say it sure did the trick for me." He chuckled and you couldn't help but notice the light blush on his face.

"Uh huh, so if you two idiots are done with your little games," he then turned to look at Goku. "We have a match to get to."

And with that, he left.

"Sooo Goku–"

You were immediately cut off when Goku started rummaging through your backpack that you left on the ground. Realizing what he was looking, you rushed over to him but it was too late.

"Aha! Found it." He raised the box he found, up in triumph while using his other hand to stop you from trying to take it.

"Sorry (y/n)",he said before making a run for it, with you chasing after him.

"Goku, get back here with my donuts!"

•••

After chasing Goku and failing to get your donuts back, he made you a deal that if you stayed to help him prepare for his match against Vegeta then he'd give you your donuts back.

You didn't really have anything else planned so you decided to stay and help him warm up, also while trying to find where he hid your donuts. Priorities, right?

You were currently holding the giant punching bag still while Goku sent a flurry of punches so fast and hard that you thought you were the punching bag. The reason for his sudden aggressiveness was because of all the eyes that were immediately on you he moment you walked into a gym full of thirsty male wrestlers.

"Oh, sorry. (Y/n) are you okay?",he asked when he realized he almost punched you.

"Yeah.",you reassured. "It's nice not having you going easy on me as usual."

"But you know I'd never hurt you."

You gave him a smile and playfully punched him in the arm. "I know, big guy." You stood on your tip toes to match his height, your face dangerously close to his. "So does that mean I can wrestle today?"

Goku blinked comically before he chuckled. "I don't know (Y/n)."

"Aw." You crossed you arms and pouted. "Can I at least have my donuts?"

"Yo guys I found a box of donuts. Let's eat!"

Goku's eyes snapped towards the donut thief and you noticed him somewhat trying to forced back the scowl. You figured it was because someone found the donuts so you paid it no mind. You ran over to hug Yamcha and chow on your donuts like the world was coming to an end. Unaware of the burning glare a certain spiky haired man has been giving Yamcha. Though he kept his mastered fake smile whenever someone came near him.

It's no secret that Yamcha has been after you for a while now. Making no effort to hide his feelings or keep his hands to himself. He'd always make up an excuse to be around you or to have you to himself even if it was for something like watching a movie. You never really picked up on his flirty nature since he was like this with most women and you thought nothing of it but seeing him so much as touch you made Son want to cut Yamcha's hands off, break both of his legs and literally kick what's left of his ass with them.

He hated it. He hated that he loved the idea of having Yamcha scream in agony. Goku was a nice guy. He is a nice guy. Most loved in the city.

Goku had tried to convince Yamcha to leave you alone with some lame excuse but Yamcha wouldn't give up.

He watched as you laughed at whatever Yamcha just said while he wrapped your arms around you in which you thought was a loving brotherly manner.

6 weeks.

6 long weeks of seeing that shit and he was tired of it. It would end...tonight.

•••

Walking over to his car in the dark, empty parking lot, Yamcha couldn't help but feel uneasy, as if he was being watched. And the more he tread towards his car, the harder the feeling felt. Reaching for his keys in his pockets, he pressed a button that lead to what was music to his ears.

beep beep

Now sure his car was only a few steps away, his nerves slowly calmed as he quickened his pace.

"Haha, what was I so worried about. No one is here but me.",he tried convincing himself.

"10"

Yamcha immediately stopped in his tracks at the sound of the sudden voice seemingly echo in the parking lot.

"9"

"What?!" He started freaking out as he heard it again. The voice sounded so familiar but he was too scared to find out who it was.

The voice chuckled. "8"

"Who are you?!",Yamcha yelled only to be answered by another number.

"7"

"Fxck this!" Yamcha started jogging to to his car cautiously as his eyes searched the darkness for any other signs of life.

"6...5... You better be running the opposite way Yamcha because if I find you...no one else will."

Increasing speed, now running to his car, he tried to ignore whatever it was that was speaking to him. Once he reaches his car, he'll be fine. He'll be fine. That's what he keeps telling himself.

"4...3. Yamcha turn the fxck around before I kill you~",they sang.

They were delusion if they thought that would happen. Yamcha was getting to his car if it's the last thing he does.

The mysterious voice was soon heard laughing as soon as Yamcha touched his car.

"2.."

A horrific thought came into Yamcha's mind of seeing this person in his car.

He cautiously opened his door, his guard up just in case.

"Oh thank God!",he shouted after letting out a breath of relief. He jumped into his car in excitement. "Yes, I made it, now let's get the fuck out of–"

BOOM!

An explosion seared the air and earth in large expansion of smoke and flames leaving only a few large burning scraps of what used to be Yamcha's car.

~

Fixated on the glorious sight from his hiding place, he couldn't help but let out a derange cackle.

"Nothing like a bomb to make everything lit!",he joked to himself, clapping his hands excitedly to have gotten another victim in such a long time. Though he had to admit it wasn't as much fun as chasing after his prey in a nice little game of hide and seek but it was exceptional. He wouldn't waste all that energy on Yamcha.

Letting out a content sigh, he composed himself as he wiped a tear of joy from his eye. "I've missed this."

Looking back at the tiny destruction he's caused, he scowled at the thought of seeing that bastard Yamcha again. To think that one wrong move could have destroyed their friendship so fast that it'd have to result in manslaughter.

No regrets.

"I warned you Yamcha but you just had to go after my (Y/n).",he said. "You aren't the first and you certainly won't be the last. (Y/n) is mine and anyone who thinks otherwise better hide, because once the countdown ends I'll come seeking. And when I do, you better pray to Kami that I don't find you."

[miss-nerd-alert]

So I FINALLY got my copy of Veilguard in the mail, and I’ve been playing obsessively. Random thoughts so far:

I was not a fan of the new combat system at first, but it’s growing on me. Granted, I’ve only played as a mage so far, so that could change once I start branching into the other classes.

The character creator caused some frustration. Wasn’t happy to see that they’ve once again thrown all the hair options in together, instead of having them separated between male and female, but that’s just a personal gripe. Was also a bit bummed by the lack of nice updos; what’s with the Vegeta widow’s peak that so many hairstyles had? I did laugh out loud at the Sabrina Carpenter hair, though. Overall neutral to positive reaction, but clear room for improvement.

I was so glad Rook got to call Solas out in that first chat. Not having to sit there and take that asshole’s crap was lovely.

Treviso is GORGEOUS. The market, the music, the architecture. 10/10 no notes.

So glad they didn’t make Bellara another Merrill. She actually feels like her own character, and her banter with Harding is a delight to listen to.

The Ossuary was such unique level. Elven Atlantis? Stunning. Every time I think I’ve seen all that Thedas has to offer, I’m proven wrong.

The fact that I can actually hear Neve’s prosthetic foot when she walks? Fantastic.

Lucanis’ first personal quest is buying groceries for the team and a coffee date. And the way he gets excited if you buy something for him? I love this man.

Delighted and surprised to hear Teia is voiced by the same gal who voices Sombra in Overwatch. Haven’t played it since they paywalled the story mode, but it was still nice to hear.

I only know Harding’s ma through codex entries, but I adore her.

The fact that Solas just fucking hates you after trashing his ritual makes it 1000% funnier that you full on move into his house. Like yeah I trashed your ritual, and I’ve ALSO moved into your home and unpacked my stuff. Suck it, egghead.

Companions actually finishing banter after getting interrupted?!?!? 1000/10

[db-gochifan]

Family Night Out

Characters: Bulla Briefs, Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Trunks Briefs, Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Son Gohan and Son Goten. Summary: The Son and the Briefs families get together for a fun night out.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Bulla opened her wardrobe and went through a hidden area, where she kept some special clothes she never wore but it was time to. There were at least fifteen models from different colors, so choosing one wasn’t an easy task. Eventually she chose a light blue dress, almost gray. She had just tied her hair in a tight bun and was spraying some glitter in her hair when Bulma walked in. To her relief, she was already wearing a coat and didn’t give anything away.

“Bulla? Are you ready to go? Chi-Chi, Goku and the boys should be waiting for us already.”

“I’m ready, mama.” She grinned as she stood up.

“Why are you wearing a coat. It’s a little chilly outside, but not cold enough to wear one. What are you up to, little lady?”

“Nothing, I swear.” She crossed her fingers behind her back and then left her room. “Let’s go.”

****

Bulma got out of her car and quickly headed to where the Son family was standing, outside the rink parlor.

“I’m sorry we’re a little late. I hope you haven’t been waiting for a long time.”

“No, we just got here. Did something happen though?”

“No, Bulla took a long time getting ready.”

“I did not!” The girl protested. “I was actually really fast this time, unlike Trunks.”

“Hey!”

“That’s true, I can confirm Trunks takes way too long to get ready.” Goten mocked and laughed.

“Dude, stop exposing me.”

“Sorry, dude.”

“These two…” Bulma said with a smile. “It’s always been like this.”

“Shall we go in?” Chi-Chi suggested.

“Sure.”

.

All the colorful spinning lights from the globe at the center of the rink made Goku feel immediately dizzy and hold tight on Chi-Chi’s arm. She looked at him surprised.

“What’s wrong, Goku?”

“I don’t like these lights. They’re spinning way too fast.”

“Well, we’re in a disco rink, so they have to be like this because of the songs.” She reached for his hand and give it a light squeeze. “You’ll get used to it before you know it, I guarantee.”

“Really?”

“Of course. And if you don’t, I’ll be around the whole time, okay?”

“Okay.”

.

“Bulma?” Vegeta asked in a rather cold tone.

“Yes?”

“Why do I have to wear such ugly and itchy clothes?”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows. “I even left the tie out, so you wouldn’t feel weird about it. You still think it’s ugly?”

“I do.” He glanced around. “It’s not only worse because we’re the only ones here.”

“Bulma leaned towards his ear and covered her mouth with her hand. “I personally think you look hot with this. You’re fancy, but this top button open is a major turn-on for me.”

“Are you serious?” Vegeta felt his face burn with embarrassment, but didn’t let that get to him and played along. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “In that case, I think this is the best outfit ever.”

“I knew you’d change your mind.”

.

“Don’t you think they look fancy, Goku?” Chi-Chi turned to her left, but her husband wasn’t by her side anymore. She started looking around for him and saw him still outside the rink. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I’m good here, thanks.”

“You came all the way here to be sitting there?” She skated towards him and reached for his hand. “You’re missing all the fun. Come on.”

“How are you supposed to walk with these things?” Goku pointed to his black rollerblades. “Look at them!”

“It isn’t as hard as it seems, I promise.” She assured him softly. “I can stay with you until you feel comfortable with it.”

“I don’t know, Chi-Chi.” He looked ahead and she followed his gaze. “Look at how easily Goten and Trunks do it. It’s natural for them.”

“Goten!” She cupped her face to make her voice come out louder. “Don’t skate so fast! You can get hurt!”

“I won’t get hurt, mom. I promise.”

“You better not destroy your clothes.” She advised and then turned to her husband, who was holding onto the boards and basically looked like a statue. She couldn’t help but smile as she slid towards him and grabbed his hand. “Ready?”

“Chi-Chi, I don’t think I can do this and I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“Don’t be silly, you can never be a burden to me.” She grabbed his other hand and slowly and carefully skated backwards, bringing him along. She also made sure to look into his black eyes the whole time. “How does it feel?”

“It isn’t hard than it seems.”

“I told you.” She grinned at him and one of her hands moved to his cheek. “I’m proud of you already.”

“Thanks. I have a good teacher.”

“Damn right, you do.” She reached up and kissed him briefly before resuming her task.

.

“Gohan, do you want to race me?” Goten passed by his older brother like a flash and almost caused him to fall.

“Didn’t you hear what mom just told you?” Gohan shouted. “She made sure you heard her loud and clear.”

“She didn’t say anything about not challenging you.” He came in his direction. “Why are you looking like a penguin?”

“I’m just being cautious.”

“Why?” The younger brother couldn’t hide his laughter. “You won’t get past the ground if you fall.”

“Yeah, Gohan.” Trunks stopped beside his best friend and placed his elbow over his shoulder. “You’ll just butt-fall on ice.”

“Just you wait until I get a hold on this.” He muttered under his breath and closed his hand into a fist while he watched them skate away laughing.

.

“I bet I can beat you, Trunks.” Goten said in a daring tone.

“Keep wishing.” Trunks replied with a smirk. “I’m older than you, which means I’m faster.”

“You being older doesn’t mean you’re gonna win. It’s about being faster.”

“Okay.” He stretched his hand with his palm up. “Wanna bet?”

“Yes.” The black haired boy said and shook hands with him. “Let’s go.”

Both boys started skating around as fast as they could, completely focused on winning their small race and not paying attention to their surroundings or other people in the rink.

“Goten!” Chi-Chi shouted angrily. “I already told you not to skate so fast or you’ll get hurt! Even worse, you can hurt other people!”

“I just need to win this race, mom. I promise I’ll stop afterwards.”

“Go…” She stopped talking when she felt Goku’s fingers tighten around her hand and looked at him.

“Let him race Trunks. They’re just having some fun.”

“But…” She bit her lower lip for a second and then smiled. “Okay, tonight is all about having fun. Come on, Goten! Win this race, you can do this!”

“Trunks, I believe in you! You will be the winner, come on!”

Chi-Chi gave her friend a death glare and then looked at the two boys. “Don’t let Trunks intimidate you, sweetheart. You’re stronger than him!”

“What are you saying?!” Bulma shouted. “Trunks is Vegeta’s son, which means he’s the strongest.”

“No, it doesn’t!” The brunette snapped. “The strongest man alive is Goku, and that means Goten is stronger than Trunks.”

“Repeat that if you have the guts!”

“Bulma!” Vegeta quickly held her back when she threatened to run towards her. “Let’s not cause a scene here.”

“But she’s…”

“Oh, you bet I do.” She hissed.

“Kakarott, hold your damn woman!”

“Sorry.” He gave an awkward laugh. “Chi-Chi, can we keep practicing.”

“Sure.” She grinned at him and immediately forgot about the fight. “Let’s go.”

.

“Do you want to go for a ride?” Bulma bent forward and looked at everyone having fun in the rink.

“Where’s Bulla?” Vegeta leaned on his seat and looked around, searching for their daughter.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m gonna look for her.”

Just as Bulma was standing up, all the lights were turned off, except the one in the center of the rink. Seconds later, Bulla stepped into it.

“What’s going on?”

“I have no idea.”

A groovy song started playing and the girl began dancing like she was a pro. Bulma was so shocked that she covered her open mouth with her hand, while Vegeta could barely hold his proud smile.

“When did she learn all these moves?” She turned to him. “Did you know about this?”

“I’m just as clueless as you.”

“Has she been taking figure skating classes?”

“Not that I know of. But Bulla’s half-Saiyan, so she’s naturally gifted at anything she wants to do.”

“Look at you.” Bulma said with a light smile. “All proud of our daughter.”

“Of course. She’s our daughter.”

“She is the best.” She turned to look at her presentation again.

.

A little before the ending of the song, Bulla landed a triple Axel and surprised everyone. As soon as the lights began to dim, she bowed down and her family and friends started clapping and whistling with excitement.

“That’s my girl!” Bulma shouted and grinned when she approached her.

“Did you guys like my presentation?”

“Absolutely!” The woman threw her arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you!”

“Wow, sis!” Trunks joined her. “That was so cool! Where did you learn all of that?”

“That’s what we all want to know. So spill it, lady.”

“A good pro never reveals their secrets.”

“That’s true.”

“What?!” She looked at Vegeta with disbelief. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious to know about it?”

“The only thing that matters to me is that Bulla is the best figure skating athlete in the Earth.”

“You know something, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything. I just think she deserves the world.”

“Right.” She was still suspicious about his answer and the way he changed the subject, but let it go for the time being.

“Papa, do you want to perform with me?”

“No, Bulla.” He managed to say, despite his face becoming bright red and Bulma’s suspicious look that he caught from the corner of his eyes. “I don’t even know how to do this.”

“Of course. Sometimes I forget not everyone can do this.”

“Well…” Vegeta stood up. “I guess we can go home now.”

“Not so fast, mister.” Bulma grabbed his arm and dragged him to the rink. “We still haven’t gone for a ride.”

.

“Okay, I think you’re ready to skate on your own.” Chi-Chi stated after she was sure Goku had gained confidence enough to do it a little faster.

“But Chi-Chi…”

“I believe in you.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “For someone who has fought several strong monsters, figure skating should be nothing.”

“It is a lot, trust me.”

“Hey, dad.” Gohan came up to them and placed his hand on his shoulder. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you.”

“You’re right. I can do this.” He let go of his wife’s hand and she stepped away.

At first he moved very slow and looked like he was going to fall down, but then he gained confidence and began to increase his speed and have more balance.

It didn’t take him long to reach Gohan and put his arm around his shoulders. Goten joined them seconds later and Chi-Chi watched the most important men of her life with tears in her eyes.

****

A couple of hours later, both families decided to call it for the night and go back to their houses.

“I’m so damn tired.” Bulma confessed as she walked into Capsule Corp, stretching her arms above her head.

“Tonight was fun.”

“It was.” She looked at her daughter over her shoulder. “I’m still curious to know how and where did you learn to figure skating so well.”

“It’s just a natural talent I guess.” Bulla simply shrugged and didn’t give it much importance. “If you excuse me, I’m going to bed.”

“She’s too mysterious for my liking.” The older blue haired woman stated as she watched her walk away.

“There’s nothing to worry about. You’re overthinking this.” Vegeta headed to their bedroom right after.

**** Vegeta very carefully sneaked out of his bedroom and tiptoed down the hall towards Bulla’s bedroom in the middle of the night. He walked in and quickly went to wake her up.But, much to his surprise, she wasn’t exactly sleeping. She quickly pushed her blankets away and stood up, still wearing her figure skating outfit.

“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to come tonight.”

“Like I would drop our classes. I just needed to make sure your mother was deeply sleeping.”

“Alright. We better get going then, we won’t have enough time to practice tonight.”

.

“Wow, papa!” Bulla clapped her hands with excitement after he landed a perfect Lutz. “That was amazing! You have to teach me that one as well.”

“Of course. I can teach it after we’re done rehearsing.”

“Papa, why don’t you join a competition? I’m sure you’d win it.”

“Nah, I don’t want to make it harder for the other competitors. If I join, I’d certainly win.”

“Right.”

“But you should.”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

“What’s stopping you? You’re the daughter of the Prince of Saiyans, you shouldn’t be insecure about anything.”

“Papa, I don’t think you being a prince counts for anything in this situation.”

“It should. In all honesty though, you should try auditioning for the national team. You’d definitely earn a spot.”

“I’m not sure I want it. It’s a big responsibility.”

“Which you’d pull off effortlessly.”

“Maybe.” She paused for a moment. “We should go from the beginning one more time and then go back. We don’t want mama to find out we sneaked out in the middle of the night. She’d freak out.”

“Don’t worry, there’s no way she can know what we’re doing.” He went to the center of the place. “Ready?”

“I was born ready. Let’s go.”

[givemeonereason]

Goku squeezed Vegeta tightly against his chest. “I thought I lost you there best buddy!”

“If you think they can really kill the prince of all Saiyans, then you really are a clown, Kakarot.”

A chuckle reverberated through Goku’s chest raising the heat in Vegeta cheeks.

Goku has always beamed like sunlight around everyone, even on the verge of death. And especially around Vegeta. It is one of the many qualities about Kakarot that Vegeta refused to innately acknowledge. Kami forbid that he would ever show the effect that Goku has over him. He brushed a dirt covered knuckle across his cheekbone to settle his nerves.

“Can you let go of me now?” Vegeta pushed away from Goku with a tsk.

He turned, walking away, arms crossed. Only after Goku ran after him. “Gosh, I sure hope Chi-Chi has dinner ready. I sure am hungry!”

Goku turned towards the prince cheerfully. “You want to come over for dinner, Geta? I bet Chi-Chi is making a big hot pot with lots of fish, and daikon, and cabbage, and, and, and…Oh! And I hope she makes those little cakes I like so much with the strawberry whipped…”

Vegeta blinks in Kakarot’s direction as he prattles on. He’s not necessarily following what Goku is saying, but watching the range of expressions on his face.

Wide eyes, clown. Big smile, clown.

And then there is that goofy hair.

Only a low class warrior would sport such a crookedtuft.

The only warrior with class enough to be on par with a prince.

With the prince.

Does that also make him a clown?

No, just Kakarot.

“Come on buddy. We can train after dinner. I know you want to get stronger! If you want to get stronger than me.”

C L O W N.

Ruined it.

Vegeta barred his teeth at Goku.

“….Kakarot.”

“Vegeta?”

Vegeta pushed upward into the sky, turning before taking off at full speed. He narrowed his eyes at Goku.

Why does Goku always break him like this?

“I’ll be stronger than you before you know it, Kakarot.” He says with a wicked smile. “The prince of all Saiyans will always be the strongest.” He laughed hard through his chest pridefully. He took off in the opposite direction.

“Sure thing bestest buddy!”

Goku waved with his whole arm and a big toothy grin.

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© 2023 givemeonereason

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He's not blushing it's just dirt on his face

[seven-thewanderer]

okay I’m sorry I can’t fight the urge to tell this

So I was playing Kaiju Paradise, right?

and I was Shade, but with the Fashionista skin

and I was with a bunch of the pink sharks (I forget their new name, but it starts with a P, I think it”s Pseudoshork or something?)

But then there was this guy, I knew he was cosplayed as a Dragon Ball Z character, but had no clue which one, so I just called him Vegeta (cus it gave Vegeta vibes, but it was like orange fit w/ a floofy mohawk hair)

and no matter how many times he was killed, he just kept coming back with his Void Bat (idk what the bat was, that was my first time seeing it, but stunned you with a small black hole effect)

But I was 1v1-ing him at a point, and I was winning, I got him in the red

then another guy came in and it became a 2v1 (I was the 1), and they killed me (technically the other guy did, not Vegeta)

then the funniest thing happened.

Vegeta did this dramatic walk-off, making his way back to spawn…

but here’s the thing.

currently the game updated that instead of not letting you enter Spawn for a bit after being hit by a goo, it flings u back and damages you a bit, and the second attempt kills you.

…His health was low enough he died instantly

AND I GOT THE FULL-KILL CREDIT.

I could not stop laughing afterwards like duuuude XD

you spent ALL that time trying to kill me, had to get help to kill me, and then LOST TO A SAFE ZONE. AND GAVE ME THE CREDITS.

like man I’m sorry but that’s too funny

(Edited addition cus I wanna keep the tags there):

So I searched the servers (since I left soon after cus I was laughing too hard to keep playing), and managed to find him again XD (I took a pic of his avatar, but I’m not gonna send it cus I feel like that’s creepy)

BUT

I searched it up to try and find his character

apparently it’s a guy named Broly from Dragon Ball Z, and definitely not Vegeta

[teenandbeyond]

(SPOILERS FOR THE DBZ SUPER HERO MOVIE) I left some space if you haven't seen the movie, if you have, don't mind this extra space:

Hey! Idk is this is been done (you can combine requests if need be) could you do a Gohan x Baby Reader (just like your other ones) where it's Halloween and Gohan accidentally releases his beast form, but the appearance of the beast form scares his sweet pea (the reader)? Idm I just thought I'd be adorable

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Halloween Special]

I wasn't planning on doing any Halloween one-shots, but oh well xD

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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Cookies and Beasts (DBS)

Warning: Fluff, You making Vegeta soft

Halloween is strange...

✨✨✨✨✨✨

“Hey, you, calm down,” Gohan chuckled, tickling at your side.

At the moment, you were looking at his friends in confusion.

Piccolo and 18 were the only ones who looked normal.

The one your papa addresses as Krillin had painted his face and wore a weird outfit.

Auntie Bulma (she insists to be called) had wild hair and an even wilder outfit, her eyes were different colors, too.

Uncle Vegeta (Bulma insisted simply to annoy him) was forced to wear a beard, hat, and a dress-like thing. Papa said he was a wizard, whatever that was. Vegeta would hit people randomly with a big stick he carried.

Then Trunks and uncle Goten had strange teeth and even stranger clothes.

All the confusion caused your power-level to spike.

“Isn’t this [Name]’s first Halloween?” Auntie Bulma offered a cookie, which you gladly took.

“Yeah, I don’t think they've gotten over the costumes, yet,” he bounced his leg a little to calm you.

“Well, [Name]’s is definitely the cutest!”

You were dressed as a pumpkin, the puffy costume hiding you, the pumpkin top resting on your head.

“Videl picked it out.”

“I guess that’s why you’re dressed as a farmer? Where is Videl, anyway?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, but told us to go ahead.

Your eyes trailed to your sister, who was dressed similar to how Paw Goku dressed, things Papa called fake knives were in her hands as she made weird movements.

“Hey, Gohan. I found this weird device, I can’t seem to figure out what it does, could you take a look at it?”

“Huh? Sure.”

“Great! I’ll bring it out,” she walks off.

You offer your cookie to your father, tilting your head back until he looks down.

“You’re giving me some?”

“Yes,” you give him a small smile.

“Thank you, sweet pea.”

“Oo Welca,” you watch as he takes a bite, a little irked he takes more than you expected.

“You mean, ‘You're Welcome’? Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

You decide to leave, so he doesn’t practically devour your cookie with another bite.

You wobble up to Vegeta, making him turn, “Oh, it’s you. The finger crusher.”

You ignore his glare, not finding it intimidating in the least, even more so with his costume.

“Hi!” you smile.

“What is it you want?”

You grasp the dress-like costume finding you like the simple material.

“Soft. Dwess?”

“What, no. It is not a dress!”

You tilt your head.

“It’s a robe.”

“Bobe?” the ‘r’ was hard to pronounce.

“Yes, not a dress,” he scowled.

You move on to the big stick, “Stick?”

“Staff,” he corrected.

“Taff?”

“Yes.”

You offer your cookie, “Wan?”

“No, thank you.”

You take the last bite, “Cookie good.”

“Is it now, would you like another?” he points back to a tray full of cookies on a decorated table.

You nod, grabbing at the air until he picks you up (after being sure no one was looking to laugh for weeks about it), you quickly grab a cookie (he doesn’t say anything when you sneak another).

“Dank you, Geta!”

“Yeah, yeah. Move along now.”

“Bye!”

You notice Paw Goku arriving with Mam Chi-Chi.

You giggle, dashing over to them as fast as your short legs would allow.

“Our little [Name]! You look so cute!” Chi-Chi titters picking you up.

You give her a kiss, which makes her notice the cookie crumbs and two uneaten cookies.

“How many cookies have you eaten? Have you eaten any food yet?”

You lift the cookies, “Yes.”

“That’s not food! Gohan should let you…” then you tune her out, you always do when she goes into her rambles.

“What cookies you got there?”

“Paw Goku, cookies!”

“I see. Can I try one?”

You get transferred over to him as Mam Chi-Chi looks for Papa.

“Yes,” he offer him one while eating the other.

“Yum! They are pretty good, huh?”

You brush a pinky against his green face, “Why?”

“It’s paint! I’m a Frankenstein!”

“Flank—hm,” you decided it was too hard to say.

“Mwahaha,” he tickles your neck making you giggle with a death grip on your cookie.

“Paw Goku, staph—” you screeched in laughter.

“Let’s go find, Gohan, hm?”

You sit on his shoulders as you look for your father, when you do, he seems to looked annoyed as Mam Chi- Chi chews into him.

“Mom, I know what to do with [Name].”

“But…” she rants some more.

“I’ll come back later,” Bulma looks in between them.

Gohan sighs, “No, you asked for my help. Let me see.”

“Gohan!” Mam Chi-Chi scolds.

He observes the device before turning it on, it didn’t do anything.

She reached for the device, “Don’t ignore your mother!”

Suddenly Papa’s power-level spiked and he transformed.

The power startled you, never having seen or felt anything like that before.

He growled, in irritation, “Stop telling me how to parent my child. If I want help, I’ll ask, mom.”

You cry at the scene, never seeing your Papa so upset.

“I see, it’s an emotion amplifier,” Auntie Bulma observed.

Gohan frowned at your crying, his expression dropping more when you nervously grip Paw Goku’s hair.

“Sweet Pea, it’s me,” he powered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…”

You quieted, sniffing before you climbed down your grandfather, wobbling to your Pa to hug his legs.

“Hm, let’s go play some of the games, okay? Will that cheer you up?”

You nod.

[gripefroot]

Crooked Ways [9/22]

Kissing him was what she imagined kissing a star would be like. Blinding and burning. Encompassing. Overwhelming. The sense of being buried beneath something so powerful that she could do nothing but yield and hope that it was merciful. Like when it ended and he pulled away, (because she wouldn’t end it first), her skin would peel with him until she unraveled layer by layer and was left nothing but a single cell against an infinitely more complex universe.

At some point she’d dropped her ice cream, electing to wrap her arms around his neck to hold him in place, like he held in her place with his paws of hands clutching her waist. The coarse brush of his hair against her knuckles barely anchored her to what she was doing, but his taste drew her further away. He didn’t taste like chocolate, but like the earth after rain. Fresh and mossy and a little bit sweet. So maybe it was the chocolate. Bulma could only whimper, leaning into his hard body with a rush of blood taking over her body that made her arms shake. 

Gradually his posture relaxed, letting her mould herself against him. Resistance turned to softness, stiffness to welcoming. Then she felt his hand in her hair, too, his skin unnaturally hot against her scalp while she felt his teeth in her bottom lip. 

“Vegeta!” The gasp wrenched out of her without thinking. No - she finally was thinking - the last moments had been pure insanity. Insanity she wanted to repeat over and over again, especially with the low rumble of his responding groan and the tips of his fingers left on her waist sliding down to her hips, digging into her backside. 

If she was insane, what did that make him? 

How was he so warm? His arms were warm, his lips were warm, his tongue was warm. Each kiss rose the temperature where Bulma felt herself burning, surrendering to a greater desire than she’d ever felt before in her life. But it was never too hot, never too much. No, she wanted more. More of the heat, more of the flames - she suspected she could tear off her clothes and his and have his skin cover every inch of hers and she’d still want more of his heat. 

“Oooh,” was all the sense she managed, head tilting back while Vegeta lavished her throat in such perfect attention that she could commit herself to only neck kisses for the rest of her life and still be beyond satisfied. When she wanted more his teeth nipped delicately at her skin; when it stung from the bites his tongue swept over the spots while she shivered and shuddered in his embrace. 

If you’d asked Bulma one year earlier if she’d thought Vegeta could be a talented kisser, she would have laughed. Hard. She probably would have cried, likely with the quip, “Who in the universe would want to kiss him?” tacked onto the end. 

Me. I want to kiss him. 

For each muscle gone lax over the course of the last several minutes, every one beneath her tensed in tandem with a deeply strained growl rumbling from his chest and out of his mouth, vibrating right into the sensitive skin behind her ear. At the same time, Vegeta froze in place, his hands ceasing their roving over her back and backside and his mouth leaving her tingling neck. 

Oh, no. 

Oh no, oh no, oh no. 

Buzzed out of her mind and with white spots appearing in her vision (though why she should be dizzy, she couldn’t imagine) Bulma could only angle herself away from Vegeta with a stammered, “I…you kissed me first!” 

“I know I did!” he snapped right back. Hands that had been gentle and persistent and coaxing thirty seconds earlier turned rough, seizing her by the waist to lift her off his lap. Bulma tried to get her feet and legs untangled, to at least give herself the dignity of landing on her feet, but Vegeta’s heave of strength happened too fast. She bounced off the couch on her rear end, glaring at him and wishing his face wasn’t visible between her knees. 

“You jerk!” Bulma clamped her legs together, twisting off the couch to stand with a huff of breath. Now she was definitely dizzy. That didn’t stop her from kicking the popsicle box at Vegeta before she stomped out of the room. 

He didn’t call back at her, but before rounding a corner she caught a glimpse of him in one of her mother’s many mirrors scattered around the compound: a broken, defeated prince with his head in his hands and an arched spine, lit up blue and purple by the television screen in front of him. 

Well! Served him right. He had kissed her first, he had no right to toss her off like a rag doll because of what he had done!

Her sense of injustice flared all the way to her bedroom. Anything to keep from facing the prospect that she’d done something wrong, to keep her from feeling anything finer than pure anger. If she’d refused the kiss he probably would have been just as offended! As far as she could tell, he’d enjoyed it just fine! Only until the last moment, when something had changed. What could it have been?

She couldn’t recall the exact moment she fell asleep, but it must have been sometime around dawn with her room lighting to a gold. She did, however, remember her last thought because it was the exact one she woke up to: 

I want to kiss him again.

For a brief while she hadn’t felt alone. Hadn’t felt the crushing weight of being forgotten. Hadn’t needed the television or snacks or a discarded project to distract her. She’d felt wanted and accepted and held. Savored, even. Whatever Saiyan kissing traditions were or what it meant in his culture, Bulma simply couldn’t accept that a man that spent so much time tasting her mouth and her lips and her flesh wasn’t savoring every second like she had. 

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Vegeta had lapsed back into his sullen silence by the next day. Bulma pretended not to care, because what mattered was that he was doing what she asked and took her to her doctor’s appointment. 

It was no surprise that he drew so many stares from people around them, especially children. Eyes that found him always widened, some looked quickly away. He was remarkably out of place in a clinic waiting room; arms folded and posture stiff in a plastic chair two down from her. As if he’d left one as a buffer between them. Between his taut shoulders and the scowl on his face that could likely sent kindling aflame, she wasn’t too disappointed to have the buffer herself. 

For some reason, Bulma wanted to laugh. 

“Miss Briefs?”

“That’s me,” she told Vegeta, standing up. He didn’t look her way. She did get a grunt, though. “You wait here,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Two grunts. Lucky her. 

If anything, not having Vegeta loom over her while she got her cast cut off was a relief. She could slap her hand over her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at the saw moving closer and closer (even after the doctor patiently demonstrated that it didn’t cut skin.) She didn’t have to hold back her yelp of surprise at the first vibrating buzz from the saw going through the cast. And she didn’t have to worry about Vegeta smelling her wrinkled skin, fresh from several weeks without air or soap. 

The nurse allowed her to use the sink to wash her pale skin, attempting to scrub away the stink. Gingerly Bulma rotated her wrist beneath the stream of water, breathing out a sigh when only a few tender twinges remained. She could start Vegeta’s battle suit in earnest now that she had two fully-functional hands. And all the other projects she wanted to do. 

She’d never updated the code last night, had she? Bulma shut off the water with a pinched expression, already frazzled from her quickly-building to-do list when really, all she wanted to do…

Was to climb on those thick, outstretched thighs and kiss that scowl right off of his stupid face. 

He didn’t look up when she approached. “Take me home,” she said. Vegeta stood without meeting her eyes, following her out of the clinic and into the sunshine. 

He didn’t ask before scooping her up, let alone before darting into the sky above a few gasps below, but Bulma was used to it. If he wasn’t being so cold this morning she’d take advantage and settle in for the ride, the tall buildings of the city growing and shrinking around them while clouds drifted far above, blots in the perfectly azure sky. 

More interesting was Vegeta’s profile, sleek and hard and marble and just as likely to break one’s hand if one were to try to punch it. 

Although, if it broke his silence…she’d already spent a month in a cast, she could do another month if he looked at her again. 

“Lab, please,” Bulma shouted over the wind when he slowed to descend onto the compound grounds. “And you’re coming with me.”

“Excuse me?” One of his brows lifted in a dangerous arch, a narrowed glare barely visible between the slits of his eyelids. 

“You’re coming with me to the lab,” she repeated, louder this time, because she knew it would annoy him. And she was right. “I need you for something.” 

He scoffed, setting her on her feet on the pavement walkway into the lab entrance of the dome. Bulma suspected that he’d fly away given the chance, but she didn’t give him the chance, seizing the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him along behind her as she punched in the code to get inside. 

“I’m not a dog!” Vegeta snapped, his breath hot in her ear. “You don’t need to lead me.”

“Hey, that’s not a half-bad idea,” Bulma said, turning with a smile. “A leash.”

Finally, he met her eyes. The broiling black of his was enough to reveal his short temper. Or something else. Oh, she hoped it was something else. Twisting out her arm this way and that, stretching the lower, unused muscles, she hummed a little to herself while listening to the comforting thump of his sneakers behind her. 

“Why am I here?” Vegeta asked in a low voice when the lab door woodshed open ahead of them. Bulma flicked on the lights, bathing the muddled piles and tables of her projects and Dad’s projects in their incomprehensible tangles. 

“Two reasons,” she said. “First, I made a mockup of your new battle suit and I want to see how it fits. Second, I want you to do some exercises in it to test the elasticity and durability of the fabric blend. Really, though,” she added, winding around one of the tables to search amongst the clutter for the suit she’d thrown there a couple days earlier. Long before the disaster with Dad’s coding and the compound security system. “If you want to test it in the training pod, that’s fine by me, but I need to take notes. However you think it can be improved. Ah!” 

Vegeta had moved closer, standing on the other side of the table with a pinched frown when Bulma produced the maroon suit with a beaming smile. “I never wear red,” was his first statement. 

“It’s a mockup, you’ll wear what you get. When I’m ready to prepare the final suits, you can choose what colors you want.” 

He snorted. 

“Put it on.” Bulma tossed the fabric across the table, hitting him in the face. He didn’t move a muscle. The suit slithered to the floor. Finally his indifference had prickled enough, and she put her hands on her hips with a mighty sneer. “Put on the suit, Vegeta!” 

“Fine!” He bent over to scoop it off the ground. “Do you demand I strip before you as well? Or am I allowed the courtesy of privacy?” 

“Keep up that attitude and you won’t be,” she muttered, but spun around with her nose in the air, anyway. “Hurry up! I don’t have all day.”

Each soft flump of fabric falling to the ground tightened her skin, made her hair raise on end, reminded her of the earthy, rainy taste in his kiss. Bulma squeezed her eyes closed, breathing through her nose. Now was not the time for the memory. 

“It doesn’t fit.” Vegeta’s pronouncement fell like rocks on her ears. 

“Of course it doesn’t, it’s only my first try.” She turned, already heading around the table. “I did my best with the measurements I got but it’ll obviously take some adjustment with how the fabric fits on a real person. Hold out your arms.” 

He did. The sleeves didn’t reach his wrists, and his black eyes watched her approach with wariness. Bulma pursed her lips, pinching the fabric at his waist and giving it a tug. He sucked in, which she ignored, noting how far the fabric went before snapping back. 

“The seams are inside,” she said, thinking aloud while she ducked beneath his arm to see how well it fit in the back. “If they irritate you, I’ll move them to the outside. Of course, the issue with that is that it’ll protrude and it might look funny. Extra fabric to grab could also be a liability in battle, I suppose.” 

“In the Frieza Force, the suits were single pieces,” Vegeta said. 

“Yes, I know - I’ve been studying your rags to try to make sense of how they did it, but there’s barely enough left.” 

“Tch.” 

Bulma bent over, tugging on the fabric at his knees to see if it would keep its shape if she held it down. It didn’t, and Vegeta jerked his leg out of her grip without warning. “Excuse me! I’m trying to do something here.” 

“So am I.” His words came out through gritted teeth. She stood again, returning to his front side. 

“It’s too tight in the biceps,” Bulma declared. “The fabric is almost see-through there. And here…” She tried to pinch the fabric at his chest but couldn’t even get a hold. “Anywhere else it feels tight?” Backing up a few paces, she squinted at his awkward posture to see the differentiation in color to indicate tautness in the fabric. “Ah,” she said knowingly, eyes drifting down. “Is it tight in your groin?” It certainly looked as though it was, but in such a sensitive area, she figured it was best to ask. 

“It’s fine.” Vegeta’s chin was lifted high, his eyes somewhere far above her head. 

“Humans wear cups for protection, I can sew one in to - ”

“I said it’s fine!” 

“It doesn’t look fine!” Bulma snapped. “It looks tight and uncomfortable.” 

A puffing exhale of breath went out from his nose. His mouth was so tightly closed that his lips were in danger of disappearing, fists clenching at his side. “Are you going to make me say it, woman?”

“Say what?” 

“That - that it doesn’t need to be adjusted th-there because…because I don’t get erections during battle!” 

Stunned, Bulma’s mouth fell open. He - what did he - of course. Of course. That wasn’t his usual bulge. With a second, closer look, she was certain of it: she’d never seen him look so…profound in that area before. Ah. With effort she dragged her gaze away, instead noting the rush of red staining his high cheekbones as he determinedly studied whatever was behind her. 

“Well,” was the only retort she managed. Then, swallowing, she got out, “Are you sure? I know how much you love to fight.” 

“Do you have armor, or would you send me to face the androids without protection?” Vegeta demanded, ignoring her joke. Too bad, because it was extremely funny. 

“I have ideas for the materials I’d like to use,” Bulma said. “But I’d like to make a cast of your chest to get the size right first. Fabric is cheaper to experiment with than Kevlar or polycarbonates.”

“What or what?” 

“I’ll meet you in the training pod.” Already she was lifting an old radio to see if she’d left her notes beneath it. Nope. She put it back down, drifting to check inside a sagging pile of elastic fabric samples. 

“What’s the point?” Vegeta asked, and in surprise Bulma looked back up. He was usually gone within seconds of an opportunity. Evidently not this time. “You never updated the code to get the robots to work!” 

“I’d rather you not battle robots while I’m in the pod,” she said. “Just pretend you’re sparring someone. That way I don’t get shot.” 

He made a noise of derision as if to indicate that he wouldn’t mourn if she was shot by one of her own bots. Bulma sighed, grabbing the first marker she saw and supposing her still-wrinkly skin would be as good a notepad as any. 

“If you’re looking for something to write on, you could use your notes,” Vegeta pointed out, lowering his gaze to meet hers. 

“Obviously, but since I can’t find them - ”

“They’re on your desk.” 

Oh. Oh. Bulma wandered to her desk, baffled to find her pad of notes beneath two laptops and a belt full of screwdrivers. “How did you know?” she asked curiously, tucking it beneath her arm and the marker behind her ear. 

“Saiyans have been known to have remarkable eyesight,” Vegeta said stiffly. They both made for the door, and from different points in the lab they drew closer together with each step. 

“But you can’t see through things,” she said. “So you must have known they were on my desk before they got covered up by that other junk.” 

He grunted, resuming his stoic silence for the rest of the walk to the training pod. 

[thesupersaiyanprincess]

So yeah, here we go again, a highly slightly revised version of Splits' Chapter 1

It's set in some kinda AU where you're a saiyan and there are other saiyans alive and on earth, as if more than just Gokus parents sent them off to earth as babies to start a better life not just to destroy it. Perhaps part of the resistance against Frieza?

I'm expecting this to top out at like 10 ish chapters, if anything probably less, i don't want it to stray to far from the plot or spend another 6 months on it lmao

Warnings include: violence, emotional abuse, very dark Vegeta, sexual themes, choking but not in a good way

Word count: ~1,600

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                      Chapter 1                      

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You’re sitting in the living room, bored, surfing the channels on the TV when you hear the front door click. Your face lights up at the sound that you know means your boyfriend is home, and you run to the hallway to greet him. 

“Hey 'Geta,” you say with a smile as you plant a kiss on his cheek. You know he hates it when you’re cutesy like that, but you like riling him up. Little did you know, today was not the day for it.

“Get off of me, woman.” Vegeta shoved you away from him harshly and made his way to the bathroom after taking off his shoes at the door, he didn’t even look at you as he barged his way down the hall. There was definitely something wrong, even if he didn’t like kisses he never reacted like that. Something was up, and today you were feeling especially brave so you decided to follow him down the hall and grab his tail. Bad move. He swung around in an instant pinning you by your throat to the wall.

“Don’t. Touch me.” he said with a growl in his voice before throwing you to the ground and continuing down the hall. 

“'Geta that hurt, what’s the deal with you today Mr. grumpy pants?” you said in a huff as you picked yourself up from the ground, patting down your jeans. “I thought we talked about this; no aggressive wall pinning unless I ask for it.” He didn't stop or turn around to look at you. “Oh, so you're just going to ignore me then, that's great, I guess I'll just go back to watching TV since you’re being a big grump.” you waited a second longer to see if you'd get a reaction, but no, he just kept walking and eventually made his way to the bathroom, locking himself inside as you walked back to the living room.

You wondered what could've happened today to make him so irritable. When he left this morning he wasn't mad, so something must've happened while he was out training with Goku. Maybe Goku reached a new form and Vegeta was jealous? No, that's happened before and all he did was rant about how it should be him who gets to unlock new forms, not that stupid, low class, pathetic excuse of a Saiyan, Kakarot. He was the prince of all Saiyans after all, and he should be the one with all the power. No, this was something else entirely, and you were starting to worry what could have made the mighty Vegeta so angry. 

Against your better judgement, you decide to go knock on the bathroom door. “Vegeta! Open up! What's the matter?” you shout through the door, hoping he can hear you over the running water of the shower.

“Go away! Go make yourself useful and cook me something, woman” of course that's all he would say. Damn these Saiyans and their insatiable appetites. 

“No, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re mad.” you plant your feet outside the door as you hear the water shut off. After a moment he unlocks and opens the door with a towel around his waist. He always looked so good right after a shower, silky hair wet, tangles framing his face, water droplets glistening across his gorgeously broad Saiyan chest. He truly was a sight to behold. 

“Get out of my way” he said to you as he tried to emerge from the bathroom, you were blocking his way and he really didn't like that. “Move now, or I’ll move you myself.”

“And what if I don't, what’re you going to do to me?” you said with a smirk on your lips as you stared seductively into his eyes. Usually when he was mad you could make him forget about it for a while with sex. Today was different however, and instead of pinning you to the wall and devouring your mouth with his, he gave a blow straight to your stomach, instantly knocking the wind out of you and making you crumple to the floor. He stepped over you and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. 

“Food woman. Now. Don’t give me more reason to be mad at you.” he called over his shoulder as he entered the bedroom. As you were curled up on the floor, clutching your stomach and gasping for air to finally reach your lungs, you couldn’t help the thought that maybe he didn’t love you anymore from crossing your mind. A thought that threatened to bring tears to your eyes. But you were stronger than that. You stood up shakily clutching your stomach for a moment before straightening up and walking after him into the bedroom.

“What the fuck 'Geta!? What's wrong with you? Why’d you punch me in the gut like that!?” you yell at him with an anger that made the air crackle with energy. “I thought you loved me 'Geta! How could you hurt me like that? What did I ever do to you?” You hated to admit it, but you're an angry crier, and the hot tears came spilling from your eyes as your hair flickered flecks of blond. Even though you had reached Super Saiyan form yourself, Vegeta was still 100x stronger than you on a good day, let alone when he was angry.

He ignored you completely, dropping his towel and putting on a fresh pair of briefs. He acted like you weren’t even there at all actually as he picked out some clothes to wear. Taking his time to sift through his messy chest of drawers to find his favourite shirt. Black and skin tight with Shenron and the DragonBalls printed on the back, it hugged his muscles in all the right places. It was your favourite on him too and for a split second you forgot your anger and stared at how the fabric clung to his still dewy skin. It all came flooding back when he turned to face you.

“Did you not hear me? I said food. Now.” he snarled through gritted teeth. He hated it when you didn't follow his commands, but right now he wasn't your master, and it was so not sexy of him to treat you like this. 

“If you want food you'll have to make it yourself. I'm not cooking for you until you tell me what's wrong.” you say back to him, with the same amount of force, trying to make your voice sound as demanding as his to no avail. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get his aggressive tone of voice down pat, you just sound like a pissed off chew toy and it makes you even angrier. 

“Whatever.” He grumbles just loud enough for you to hear as he continued to search for some pants. 

“Whatever?! That's all you're going to say?” you yell as you stare at him in disbelief, one more dismissive or demanding word from him and you were going to snap. “What about an apology? For shoving me, then throwing me, then straight up punching me!? Are you even listening to me, Vegeta?” You pause for a long second to see if he’ll say anything, and when he pulls up his pants and heads for the door, that's it. You power up to Super Saiyan and block the doorway, glaring at Vegeta, daring him to step closer. 

“Silly woman. You think that just because you're a Super Saiyan, you can stop me? How pathetic.” he said, his voice hollow and cold as he goes Super Saiyan Blue and picks you up with one hand by the throat and holds you off the ground. “You couldn't stop me with both my hands tied behind my back,” he sneered at you before throwing you into the wall outside the bedroom door, almost knocking you unconscious as your head hit the wall at full force, leaving the plaster cracked. Your energy faded and your hair returned to its regular dark colour as your vision blurred and your ears rang from the impact. 

He walked over to stand above you, laughing menacingly. “You're weak and pathetic. The only reason I kept you around was so that you'd cook and clean for me. Oh, and so that I can fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” The edges of your vision started to go dark as he picked you up against the wall by your throat again. “You are nothing but a toy for me, a sorry excuse for a Saiyan. So low class I wouldn't let you shine my shoes with your spit. But you cook good and don’t complain whenever I want to fuck, so you’re not completely useless.” he squeezed your throat tighter, “I want you to know that I don’t want you anymore. I never loved you, not one bit. I was only using you for my own satisfaction. And now that I don’t want you, there's no reason for you to keep breathing.” as he said this, he was gradually squeezing your throat tighter in his grip. You didn't understand what was going on, Vegeta had never been what you'd call affectionate, but he was never so mean. The Vegeta you love would never say such harsh things to you, or hurt you in any way what so ever unless you were fucking and asked for it. In fact, he put several higher ranking Saiyan's in the med pods because they were antagonizing you for being the weakest Super Saiyan. The sudden change in him had tears pouring from your eyes as you tried harder to keep from passing out. “Now be a good little weakling and go to sleep for me.”

“'Geta… p-please… d-don’t… hurt… m-m…” You managed to spit out between desperate gasps as you faded from consciousness. 

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So whatcha think? Please leave comments and likes, I'll also be posting this over on my AO3 when i can figure that out haha

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[zombryz]

Could you do a Vegeta x Reader where the reader is short & petite like 4’11 but has an attitude 🥺

Or

Trunks x reader where trunks is taking care of reader who has like a cold or something

Hi Anon! Your wish is my command, please enjoy 😉

“Could you do a Vegeta x Reader where the reader is short & petite like 4’11 but has an attitude 🥺”

(I apologize in advance for the layout. Next time I’ll copy from my computer… tumblr mobile must hate me lol)

P.s. I’ll also write the trunks request on another post so be on the lookout for that (-:

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“Ugh! That’s not it.” You huffed as you threw a random toaster out of your way. With a loud sigh and a scratch of your head you thought “where could they possibly be?” You were becoming very frustrated in your search.

Bulma had given you a task to find some old blue prints from a project she worked on many years ago. She sent you to a storage room filled with piles of junk and had promised that they’d be in there. You often wondered how she remembered exactly where stuff was and why she wouldn’t get it herself if that was the case. After working for Capsule Corp for 3 years, she began to trust you with more and more information. You’ll never forget when she introduced you to Vegeta and Goku, two of her friends who happened to be saiyans. Over the years you became a very loyal assistant and she would give you small projects to work on on your own. She even taught you how to work the gravity chamber and make repairs if needed. Repairs were needed often for Vegeta and Goku after an angry training session. Goku was super fun to be around and became one of your close friends. He was so silly and could make you laugh at any moment. Vegeta on the other hand was more rough around the edges and overall hard to get along with. You tried to be friendly towards him for Bulma’s sake but you found yourself rolling your eyes around him all the time.

You looked down at the layout of the storage room that was sloppily drawn out by Bulma. In that moment you realized you were holding it upside down.

With a face palm you excitedly said, “Ahhh, okay now we’re getting somewhere!” You looked up in the corner of the room and saw the blueprints under a few storage bins on the very top shelf. Shoot! How were you supposed to get up there? You looked down at your feet confirming how short you actually were. You were about 4’11 and pretty tiny. The last thing you want to do is ask someone for help.

Almost on queue you spun around to see Vegeta leaning in the doorway holding a towel to his temple wiping the sweat from the training session he must’ve just finished. You couldn’t help but jump a little not expecting to see him there. He was unphased and had his usual mean mug plastered across his face.

“I didn’t scare you did I, woman?” His stern voice sent shivers down your spin. There’s no way you were going to ask Vegeta for help. You’ve always hated having these one on one encounters with him.

“No, you didn’t,” you answered plainly, crossing your arms and popping out your hip. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of spooking you. “And stop calling me woman! My name is y/n” You rolled your eyes at him and spun on your heels back towards where you were standing previously.

“Bulma said I’d find you back here. The gravity chamber needs repairs” he stated, ignoring you per usual. He wrapped the towel around his neck and leaned back further into the doorway not planning to move until he got a confirmation that you’d drop what you were doing and go fix the chamber.

“Yes your ‘majesty’” you replied with air quotes hoping to actually piss him off. It must’ve worked because he pushed himself off the door frame and further into the storage room.

“What did you say, weakling?” His brows furrowed and he grabbed your arm roughly forcing you to face him. You tried to wiggle out of his hold but he wouldn’t let you. You decided to keep your cool knowing you had gotten under his skin.

“Oh, nothing… Prince Vegeta,” you replied with a flirtatious tone and a smirk, surprising both yourself and Vegeta. You couldn’t tell if he became flustered, before it could go further you finally pulled away. “Fine. Let me just grab these real quick then.” You spot a chair on the other side of the room. You grabbed the chair and brought it over to the shelf holding the blue prints. In one swift motion you stood up on the chair and reached out to grab the blue prints. You couldn’t believe it, you still weren’t tall enough. Your face became red when you realized Vegeta was still in the room. Crap.

There was silence and then a deep chuckle, Vegeta couldn’t hold it in. This was the first time you’d ever heard him laugh. “What were you planning on doing with that, woman?” He kept laughing which annoyed you more. You dropped your head in defeat, your hair fell to the sides of your face. You almost broke a sweat trying to get those damn blue prints.

With a brief pause, “Vegeta… can. you. help. me…?” You hated that you even had to ask him for help. This was so embarrassing. You couldn’t look over at him, part of you hoped he had left the room. You didn’t even know if he’d actually help, you wouldn’t put it past him. You heard his foot steps as he walked towards you. He didn’t say anything as he approached you. Stepping down from the chair you finally looked him in the eyes as he got closer. He looked you up and down once more before leaning down, picking you up wrapping his arms around the back of your knees so that his head was flush with your chest and his arms support your butt. This is not what you expected. You also didn’t expect for Vegeta to give you butterflies, why the heck were you feeling this way? He held you up high so you took the opportunity to reach for the blue prints. Finally! You tapped him signaling for him to put you down. Instead of letting you back down the way he picked you up, he allowed you to slide down his body causing your shirt to come up a bit. His onyx eyes were still locked on yours.

You pulled away from him clearing your throat and fixing your shirt. There was so much tension, you weren’t sure if he felt it too.

“Um, thanks,” you produced a fake smile in hopes he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

Vegeta closed the space between you again, he decided this time to pick you up so that your thighs were wrapped around his waist. Before you knew it his lips were on yours desperately trying to relieve the tension between the two of you. He carried you over to the nearest wall shoving you against it causing you to drop the blue prints you didn’t realize you were still holding. His gloved hand ran his fingers through your hair as he started placing kisses down your neck. A moan escaped your lips and that’s when you heard Bulma talking down the hall, you assumed she was looking for you since you’d been gone so long. Vegeta pulled away leaving you wanting more. Without saying a word to you he left the room.

On the way out of the door you heard him call out, “That woman needs to fix her attitude.” You we’re so confused. Before you had a second longer to think about it Bulma had turned the corner. Her eyebrow was raised as she smiled at you.

“Let me guess, the gravity chamber is broken again?” She giggled. You couldn’t hold it in, you started cracking up with her and eventually both of you were rolling on the floor laughing.

[sevenstarsinning]

Training Pt. 2

Part one is HERE

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“Wh-What was that?” He stared at you bewildered at what had just happened to him.

“I- that was, um…” How were you going to explain an orgasm to Goku?

He leaned back from you and pawed at the front of his pants and looked down at yours, “why are we wet?” He touched the prominent bulge still evident, groping himself slightly, “and kind of sticky?”

“I- I have to go.” You felt your face flush the brightest red it had ever gone before.

You needed to get out of there, avoid the whole conversation about what just happened and what exactly it meant between you and your trainer. Before he could protest or ask another question, you’d climbed off the bed and basically darted downstairs. You rushed past Master Roshi and basically busted through the front door.

“What’s gotten into that girl?!” Roshi shouted as Goku descended the stairs after you.

Embarrassment? Shame? Either one would fit how you were feeling. You decided to just move away, never to be seen again and your lifelong embarrassment would disappear with you. At least that’s what you wanted to do. What you did instead was wait a few days until the color in your face returned to normal and you could actually speak coherent words.

“And you just ran away?” Bulma asked, clearly struggling to keep a non-judgmental face.

“Yes, and stop looking at me like that. What would you have done?”

“Maybe give him a little anatomy lesson first and then ride that saiyan into the sunset.” She laughed, glancing over at Vegeta who was just finishing up his training.

“Is that what you did?” You watched her gaze following him across the lawn.

She blushed slightly before turning back to you, “mine didn’t need an anatomy lesson. He was very well educated on the subject.”

You let out sigh, “somehow I think I’d be doing more educating than riding with Goku.”

“I’m not so sure, from what you told me he seemed to pick some stuff up by instinct.”

Bulma had a point, Goku did seem to learn about kissing fairly quickly and the way he settled between your thighs and moved was at least something. You were still unsure about all of it and wanted to continue hiding, but you knew that wasn’t the way to handle things. You needed to talk to Goku and explain things.

The next day you decided to go back to Roshi’s place, knowing Goku was there when he wasn’t at Bulma’s. You swallowed the knot in your throat down before walking up the beach towards the house.

“Got a visitor, Goku!” Master Roshi shouted from the porch.

His eyes roamed up and down your body, sending a nauseous feeling to the pit of your stomach. It didn’t take Goku long to rush outside and stop only a few inches from you.

“I thought you quit?” He said with his head cocked to the side.

“Not exactly, I was just-“ you looked around him to see Roshi listening intently, “can we talk somewhere else? Somewhere private?”

Goku glanced back at Roshi and then back to you, “we can go down to the shore, he can’t see us way down there.”

You walked beside Goku, trying to organize the jumbled thoughts that ran rampant through your mind, but it was proving to be a more daunting task than you thought it would be.

“This better?” Goku asked as you stood at the waterline.

“Yeah, I just thought we needed to talk about- you know, what happened the other day.” You felt the anxiety starting to rise again.

“Yeah, it was pretty weird that you ran away so fast. You never ran that fast during training.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously and laughed.

“I’m sorry I freaked out and bolted. I just didn’t know how to explain everything.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I asked Master Roshi after you left. He told me everything.”

There was a mixture of relief, but also concern for what Roshi might have told him about sex, especially knowing how perverted he was. You sat down in the sand with Goku beside you, both of you looking at one another but face the water.

“So, he explained what happened? What we did together?” You wanted to know exactly what he was told.

“Well, he explained it, but I didn’t really understand it. He also gave me some of those magazines he looks at, but I just felt odd looking at them. It wasn’t the same as when I look at you.”

“You’re too innocent for your own good.” You shook your head.

“Did you leave because you don’t want to kiss me anymore? Or because you don’t want to come with me again?” Goku blurted it out with ease and it made your cheeks flush because there was only one answer. Master Roshi had definitely filled him in on some details.

“No, I want to keep kissing you and… that, but it’s complicated. I didn’t mean for that to happen last time and we didn’t even talk about it, like if you were comfortable going that far or- um-“ You knew most of this was going over his head but he stared at you anyways, listening to your every word.

“Does that mean we can do it again?” He asked with wide eyes.

“I- Do you want to do it again?”

Goku plucked you up from the sand and pulled you into his lap, letting you straddle his hips, “this is what you preferred, right? Before you left.”

“Goku, I-“ Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of him already hard beneath you.

He cupped your face and forced your gaze back to him, “I missed you while you were gone.”

“I missed you too. I wanted to come back sooner, I just didn’t know how to talk about whatever this is.” You placed your hands on his broad shoulders.

“I like the way you feel.” His hands moved down to your hips, “I like touching you.”

Everything he said was the right thing and you knew it wasn’t some string of lines blurted out to get you into bed because it was Goku. That wasn’t something he knew.

He pulled you down against his chest and pressed his lips to yours, soft and hesitant for a moment as he remembered the rhythm. He was gentle and so sweet, the only thing keeping you from him was yourself. Bulma’s words rang through your head about teaching him some things and riding your saiyan.

You pulled back for a moment, “I want to do more with you, Goku, but I have one favor to ask.”

“What is it? Anything.” He said eagerly.

“We need to be alone. Completely alone.” You said, hoping he’d get the hint and take you somewhere else.

“Got it.” He nodded and pressed his fingers to his forehead.

In an instant he disappeared before you, leaving you sitting in the sand on your own. You heard Roshi shout and then silence. You stood up and walked towards the house before Goku appeared in front of you again.

“There. We’re alone now.” He smiled.

“Um, what did you do with Master Roshi?”

“I left him at Bulma’s. She sure was surprised to see him in her bedroom.” He laughed.

You shook your head, “that’s not what I had in mind, but it’ll work. Come on.”

You grabbed his hand and led him into the house and back up to the bedroom. This time you didn’t bother closing the door, Goku’s hands already fixed on your hips as he kissed you again. He walked you back towards the bed, but you stopped him.

“Wait, this time let’s take off all of our clothes.” You said.

Goku quickly stripped out of his clothes, almost too quickly. He stood before you completely naked, well-chiseled body on full display, making your mouth hang open in shock.

“Um, Goku- Fuck.” You were unable to shake yourself from the thoughts flooding your mind.

“What?” he cocked his head to the side.

You shook your head, “nothing. I just- you’re um, thick- bigger than I thought.” You blushed hard.

“Is that bad?”

You pulled your shirt over your head, “no, not at all, just um, we’ll have to go a little slower this time.”

You finished removing your clothes, a little hesitant because you looked nothing like he did. You stood there, timid and shy as he looked you up and down. He grabbed one of your hands and pulled it away from your body as you tried to shield yourself.

“Um, how slow do we have to go?” He asked as he looked at you, clearly impatient.

“Just slow at first.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the bed with you.

You barely had time to scoot back against the headboard before Goku had your legs spread obscenely wide, gaze fixed on your pussy, eyes wide as he inhaled.

“This. I remember this scent from before.” He inched his face closer as he crawled up between your legs.

“Um, Goku… I-“

“It makes me feel the same way as when you kiss me. Does that mean…” He moved slowly, eyes barely looking up at you as he was mere inches from you, “can I kiss you here?”

Words had all but left your mind as he asked the question. You could do nothing but nod your head and squeak a small affirmative.

Goku hooked his arms over your thighs and pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your pussy instantly. You let out a soft moan which quickly changed into a sharp gasp as his tongue slid between your slick folds.

“I like this.” He said as he forced your legs open more and buried his face in your cunt.

“Wait, Goku- Fuck-“ You squirmed as he focused all of his attention on your clit, a little too much attention.

You had no choice but to grab a handful of his hair and pull him back. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin glistening with your wetness.

“Did I do something wrong? It sounded like you liked it.” He said.

“It was just a little too focused on one part. We can work on that more later.” You cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him.

He moved further up your body, settling between your legs, his cock brushing against your inner thigh. You reached down between you and stroked his cock, moving your hand slowly up and down his length. His hips snapped, pushing his cock further into your hand as his lips paused against yours.

“Remember when I told you we have to go slow?” You asked, his eyes focused on what your hand was doing.

“Y-Yeah.” He nodded slightly.

“This is where we do that, okay? Just go really, really slow.” You were hoping he was listening at least a little bit.

You scooted down, lining his cock up with your center, easing the tip into you. His eyes went wide and he immediately looked up at you. You moved your hand away from him, hesitantly giving him control over how quickly he moved. He looked at you and then back down between you, easing in a little more, and checking with you again to make sure it was okay.

“Keep going.” You nodded, adjusting to him.

Your cheeks were flush, heat radiating through your body as he started to move within you. Each time his cock slid in and out of you, it was forcing you towards your release faster than you wanted. He panted softly as he stared down at you, breathy moans escaping his lips as he tried to find a good rhythm for you both. You pulled him down against you, his chest pressed against yours as you kissed him. You needed to feel him, feel more of him in that moment as he fucked you as slowly as possible.

“Goku-“ You muttered against his lips as your orgasm barreled towards you.

With one sharp thrust into you, he pushed you over the edge, forcing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you held onto him. You clenched around his cock as you came, moaning his name softly and taking him with you into his own release. He groaned against the shell of your ear as he let go, his cock twitching, still buried inside of you.

You relaxed your limbs as you remained beneath him, cupping his face and pulling his gaze back to you, “you okay?”

“Was- that was…” He had a mix of confusion and satisfaction plastered on his face as he stared at you, “how often can we that?” He finally asked.

“Oh, um… I guess anytime you want, but-“ before you could explain anything else, he started to move again, still hard and rutting against you faster this time.

[darklymelanatedstories]

Hope you like this intro to:

Hide and seek (ft Goku)

Part 1

You kept as still as you could–despite your uncontrollable shaking–steadying your breathing as not to hyperventilate.

Breath in...breath out...breath in...breath out

The only thing you could hear was your breathing in this unbearable silence. Where was he?

Last you saw him, he was counting to 10. But you didn't stick around as you started running as soon as he reached 2.

You tried to control your sobbing and quietly prayed that he wouldn't find your hiding spot. It was dark and cramped on an especially dark night. Hopefully he'd miss you if he ever were to come by, if you just kept still.

Breath in...breath out–

Then you heard it.

The sound of a broken twig and crunched leaves as his footsteps became known, followed by the loud clanking of chains that spoke wonders of its intended use. You could hear his goofy chuckle, that which once brought you joy now brought you chilling goosebumps.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

~

"Found you, (Y/n)!"

A shriek left your lips as you were tackled to the ground.

"Goku! Goku, let go of me!"

You rolled around the grass in a fit of giggles and laughs as you tried to push the spiky haired man off your smaller form.

"Not until you give it."

"Never!"

Still struggling to free your self, you thought up a plan that was sure to work...and if it didn't then you'd die from embarrassment.

With Goku looming over you, you cupped his face with your hands, closed your eyes and hoped for the best as you leaned forward.

"What are you doing?"

You froze. Your lips just a kiss away from his and the man of your dreams was watching.

"Uh," You immediately pushed Goku off your form and jumped up from you spot. "Hey Vegeta. We were...uh just wrestling."

He raised an eyebrow at you. At that moment you could've died from embarrassment and you'd be happy because the last thing you'd see is Vegeta.

"Wrestling with your lips? Or actually was it tongue wrestling?",he teased.

"Well..."

"It's (Y/n)'s distraction technique to put her enemies off guard." Goku said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His way of saying that he was backing you up. "I gotta say it sure did the trick for me." He chuckled and you couldn't help but notice the light blush on his face.

"Uh huh, so if you two idiots are done with your little games," he then turned to look at Goku. "We have a match to get to."

And with that, he left.

"Sooo Goku–"

You were immediately cut off when Goku started rummaging through your backpack that you left on the ground. Realizing what he was looking, you rushed over to him but it was too late.

"Aha! Found it." He raised the box he found, up in triumph while using his other hand to stop you from trying to take it.

"Sorry (y/n)",he said before making a run for it, with you chasing after him.

"Goku, get back here with my donuts!"

•••

After chasing Goku and failing to get your donuts back, he made you a deal that if you stayed to help him prepare for his match against Vegeta then he'd give you your donuts back.

You didn't really have anything else planned so you decided to stay and help him warm up, also while trying to find where he hid your donuts. Priorities, right?

You were currently holding the giant punching bag still while Goku sent a flurry of punches so fast and hard that you thought you were the punching bag. The reason for his sudden aggressiveness was because of all the eyes that were immediately on you he moment you walked into a gym full of thirsty male wrestlers.

"Oh, sorry. (Y/n) are you okay?",he asked when he realized he almost punched you.

"Yeah.",you reassured. "It's nice not having you going easy on me as usual."

"But you know I'd never hurt you."

You gave him a smile and playfully punched him in the arm. "I know, big guy." You stood on your tip toes to match his height, your face dangerously close to his. "So does that mean I can wrestle today?"

Goku blinked comically before he chuckled. "I don't know (Y/n)."

"Aw." You crossed you arms and pouted. "Can I at least have my donuts?"

"Yo guys I found a box of donuts. Let's eat!"

Goku's eyes snapped towards the donut thief and you noticed him somewhat trying to forced back the scowl. You figured it was because someone found the donuts so you paid it no mind. You ran over to hug Yamcha and chow on your donuts like the world was coming to an end. Unaware of the burning glare a certain spiky haired man has been giving Yamcha. Though he kept his mastered fake smile whenever someone came near him.

It's no secret that Yamcha has been after you for a while now. Making no effort to hide his feelings or keep his hands to himself. He'd always make up an excuse to be around you or to have you to himself even if it was for something like watching a movie. You never really picked up on his flirty nature since he was like this with most women and you thought nothing of it but seeing him so much as touch you made Son want to cut Yamcha's hands off, break both of his legs and literally kick what's left of his ass with them.

He hated it. He hated that he loved the idea of having Yamcha scream in agony. Goku was a nice guy. He is a nice guy. Most loved in the city.

Goku had tried to convince Yamcha to leave you alone with some lame excuse but Yamcha wouldn't give up.

He watched as you laughed at whatever Yamcha just said while he wrapped your arms around you in which you thought was a loving brotherly manner.

6 weeks.

6 long weeks of seeing that shit and he was tired of it. It would end...tonight.

•••

Walking over to his car in the dark, empty parking lot, Yamcha couldn't help but feel uneasy, as if he was being watched. And the more he tread towards his car, the harder the feeling felt. Reaching for his keys in his pockets, he pressed a button that lead to what was music to his ears.

beep beep

Now sure his car was only a few steps away, his nerves slowly calmed as he quickened his pace.

"Haha, what was I so worried about. No one is here but me.",he tried convincing himself.

"10"

Yamcha immediately stopped in his tracks at the sound of the sudden voice seemingly echo in the parking lot.

"9"

"What?!" He started freaking out as he heard it again. The voice sounded so familiar but he was too scared to find out who it was.

The voice chuckled. "8"

"Who are you?!",Yamcha yelled only to be answered by another number.

"7"

"Fxck this!" Yamcha started jogging to to his car cautiously as his eyes searched the darkness for any other signs of life.

"6...5... You better be running the opposite way Yamcha because if I find you...no one else will."

Increasing speed, now running to his car, he tried to ignore whatever it was that was speaking to him. Once he reaches his car, he'll be fine. He'll be fine. That's what he keeps telling himself.

"4...3. Yamcha turn the fxck around before I kill you~",they sang.

They were delusion if they thought that would happen. Yamcha was getting to his car if it's the last thing he does.

The mysterious voice was soon heard laughing as soon as Yamcha touched his car.

"2.."

A horrific thought came into Yamcha's mind of seeing this person in his car.

He cautiously opened his door, his guard up just in case.

"Oh thank God!",he shouted after letting out a breath of relief. He jumped into his car in excitement. "Yes, I made it, now let's get the fuck out of–"

BOOM!

An explosion seared the air and earth in large expansion of smoke and flames leaving only a few large burning scraps of what used to be Yamcha's car.

~

Fixated on the glorious sight from his hiding place, he couldn't help but let out a derange cackle.

"Nothing like a bomb to make everything lit!",he joked to himself, clapping his hands excitedly to have gotten another victim in such a long time. Though he had to admit it wasn't as much fun as chasing after his prey in a nice little game of hide and seek but it was exceptional. He wouldn't waste all that energy on Yamcha.

Letting out a content sigh, he composed himself as he wiped a tear of joy from his eye. "I've missed this."

Looking back at the tiny destruction he's caused, he scowled at the thought of seeing that bastard Yamcha again. To think that one wrong move could have destroyed their friendship so fast that it'd have to result in manslaughter.

No regrets.

"I warned you Yamcha but you just had to go after my (Y/n).",he said. "You aren't the first and you certainly won't be the last. (Y/n) is mine and anyone who thinks otherwise better hide, because once the countdown ends I'll come seeking. And when I do, you better pray to Kami that I don't find you."