#Broly fanfiction

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Ten

I lay on the sofa that night, staring up at the arched white ceiling above me. I set the blinds down to engulf the home in darkness; due to the three suns darkness didn't come to Namek whatsoever. I had changed into shorts and a vest top, suited to Namek's warm climate. The sweat slowly ran down my forehead as I knew sleep wasn't coming to me easily tonight. I kept thinking about Broly and his behaviour when we got back to the house, it seemed off to me. I tried knocking on the bedroom door a few times before resting my head. Before I closed my eyes to head to sleep, I thought it would be best to try one more time.

I pulled myself up to sit upright, stretching as I let out a yawn. The travelling and festivities were gradually catching up with me and I was in need of a proper rest. After stretching my legs and finally stepping up, I headed to the bedroom door. I lightly knocked it with my knuckles.

"Broly?" I asked quietly as I knocked again, "Broly is everything okay in there?"

Again I was met with no answer. I sighed as I sat my forehead against the door, once again knocking on the door. Whispering, "Please."

Quietly I heard the door click open, no light shined out as Broly had set down the blinds too. The room was covered in darkness, other than a tiny light near the window. The only sound I could hear was a slight whimpering sound coming from the blanketed mound on the bed. I slowly slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. I called out his name one more time before sitting myself down behind him. When I set my hand on the pillow beside him, my hand was met with dampness. I moved myself a little closer and gently ran my hand over his shoulder, "Broly, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

As my hand touched his shoulder again lightly, he flinched a little and turned himself over to face me. I could see the softened details of his face only slightly in the light. His eyes were red and swollen, tears continuing to stain his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Flora."

"You're sorry?" I questioned, moving his blanket away. "Sorry for what?"

"The way I am." He sniffed. "I have nightmares all the time about my past. It's scary."

"You don't have to be upset Broly, what's caused all this?"

"I heard what The Grand Elder said. I wasn't eavesdropping, I-I promise." His voice hitched as he once again tried to wipe his eyes. "I went to walk back in the room and I heard him talking about my father. I stayed outside the door... I didn't mean it, Flora."

After he finished what he had said he started wailing loudly. The sound was a little overwhelming, all I felt I could do was gently pat his back in reassurance. "There, there. I know you didn't mean it."

"I don't want to hurt you." He sobbed, "When I get angry and I don't remember. I don't want to kill you too. Maybe you'd be better off if I went back to Vampa, that way I could stay away from you."

"Broly, you don't have to go anywhere. We'll figure it all out. Those nightmares you have and the way you turn when you're angry, that's not the Broly I know. Your past doesn't define you, imagine if mine did. I wouldn't be here trying to help the people of Namek." I could feel a surge of empathy course through my veins, I shook my head softly as I moved closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, cuddling his head into my chest as I let him continue to cry it out. I could see him peak up slightly as he continued to listen attentively. "You're here with me now. Don't worry, I can keep myself safe. We'll figure out how you can control your power together."

He nodded as he snuggled his face into me, his tears made my top wet. I squeaked a little as I felt Broly's monstrous arms wrap around me as he got himself comfortable. I lay myself back on the bed as I cautiously found myself playing with his fluffy hair. His breathing still hitched but I could tell he was a lot more calm than he had been. I looked down as his eyes closed over, he hummed softly as my fingers continued to dance amongst his black strands.

"If you want I can head back to the living room to sleep?" I whispered softly. Broly shook his head, gripping my body a little tighter.

"No... comfy..."

~

The next morning I woke up and lay on my side. I let out a yawn and a small stretch, my movement feeling restricted as I looked down. Broly's arms were still wrapped around my body, my back flush against his chest. I smiled to myself, something about the intimacy made me blush a little. I carefully untangled myself from Broly's embrace, trying not to wake him. Slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up, allowing Broly to continue resting peacefully. As I splashed some water on my face, I couldn't shake off the events of last night from my mind. Broly's vulnerability had surprised me, but it also made me feel closer to him in a way I hadn't anticipated.

After gathering my thoughts, I headed back to the bedroom to find Broly stirring awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked sleepily before his gaze met mine. There was a brief moment of silence before a small, shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Morning," I greeted softly, returning his smile.

"Morning," he replied, his voice still husky from sleep. He shifted on the bed, sitting up slowly and running a hand through his messy hair.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, concern evident in my voice.

Broly paused for a moment as he had to think about his answer. With a hint of uncertainty in his voice, he finally responded "Better, I think."

I nodded understandingly. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Just know that I'm here for you, okay?"

He gave me a grateful nod, his expression softening. "Thank you, Flora. I... I really appreciate it."

With a reassuring smile, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, leaving Broly to gather his thoughts. As I went about cooking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination wash over me. I was determined to help Broly overcome his haunting past and I was determined to help him gain control over this "Legendary Super Saiyan" form he had. Maybe I needed more answers before I could even think about helping him, however helping him was proving to be my goal.

I set a pan on the hob, tossing some vegetables in along with some oil and seasoning. Keeping it on a low simmer I toasted and buttered some bread. As I continued to stir the frying vegetables I felt the soft touch of massive hands slip around my waist. I jolted back a little, looking up as my eyes met Broly's. He smiled warmly, his hair was soaked and dripped onto my shoulder. "Smells good."

"Have you just showered?" I asked him, turning around to face him. "You need to dry your hair it'll make a mess."

He nodded quickly, letting go of me to run and grab a towel. I blushed a little to myself as I cracked a couple of eggs in the pan, finishing up what was supposed to be breakfast omelettes with toast. I sat our plates down at the table, taking my seat on the plush cushion at the floor. Broly returned, towel rubbing off his head as he sat down across from me. We made mindless small talk over our breakfast. The tension from last night seemed to have dispersed, replaced with a feeling of tranquility. Broly relaxed where he sat, his shoulders no longer tense with worry. I couldn't help but beam as I saw him clearly enjoying what I made him.

After breakfast we agreed we'd spend the day relaxing before allowing ourselves to begin our rigorous training exercises. A day of rest wasn't something I allowed myself to have often so the thought was a little unusual while the sentiment was nice. We started off with a little walk, getting to know our location better. The lush greenery and crystal-clear lakes providing a soothing backdrop to our long conversation we shared. The longer we strolled, the more I found Broly was able to open up a little more about his father and his past. He was sent to Vampa as a baby, finding out that he could transform into a crazed ape like beast under the moon. That was what led to his father's demise. The creature whose ear he wears around his waist bit off his tail to stop it from happening again. The Saiyan anatomy sounded crazy to me. We sat down by the waters in amongst the grass and flowers. With his left thumb he tugged at the metal collar around his neck, something I had noticed when we first met.

"When I'd get out of control, the way The Grand Elder said I do, father would press a button and the collar would go BZZZZZ." He continued, "It would really hurt. I would always fall over shaking, I'd feel so cold when I'd wake up."

"I'm sorry Broly," I said softly as I listened to him intently. I could feel my heart ache for him. I reached out, gently taking his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "You're not alone anymore. I'll figure out a way I can help you control your powers. I won't hurt you like he did, I promise."

He glanced at me, the light shining off a wet glimmer in his eyes. "Do you really think you can?"

I firmly nodded in response, "I do. Together we'll find a way. Until then you can count on me for anything. I'll do my best. The emotional support thing is really new to me but I'll surely try my best."

I caught a glimpse of the small smile creeping its way across his lips. For the first time since we met, I saw hope shine in his eyes. "Thank you Flora. I... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hey." I said, gazing back at him with the same sincerity. "Just know you don't have to deal with this all on your own anymore. We're in this together. Like it or not, you're stuck with me now."

The rest of our night was spent back at the house. We rested up on the sofa and watched some films that were broadcast on a little screen. Broly suspected they were from Earth. Tales of adventure and sacrifice, stories of heartache and choices, it was all very investing. Broly kept his arm around me as I tiredly rested my head against his chest. By the end of the night I recalled being carried to bed in his arms, tucked in and wrapped up similarly to how I had done it with him the night before.

There was a feeling that felt new and terrifying inside me, something I hadn't realised I could even feel. The affection from him made me feel warm and I was eager to reciprocate it.

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Dragonball Saiyans x Black Wife Reader Headcanon (without kids)

Goku, Vegeta, Bardock, Raditz, Turles, Black, Broly

Hi....Hey.....How ya'll doing?

Sorry, it's been a while since I last posted anything. Life has been kicking my ass, but then again, it's been whooping all of our asses, some worse than others. But, I'm back, and I'll try to make more regular posts, but it's whatever because life right now is so unpredictable. So, in reality, I'll be posting whenever my mental psyche can handle life.

MASTER LIST

GOKU -

Being married to Goku was actually fairly easy. He was so sweet and was always ready to help you. The only downfall was, that sometimes he was too cuddly, he either wasn't home enough or he was just too innocent. But you loved him either way. Some months were lonelier than others because he was off saving the world or off training, but he always made up for it with his love.

Living with Goku is like having a giant child, but it's a man with the body of a god. He has moments when he can be serious, mature, and understanding in adult-like situations. However, unfortunately, his child like and innocent mind wins over all the time.

But that's what makes him unique. Due to his innocence, it makes him the sweetest man on earth. Compassionate, giving, uplifting, playful, and encouraging.

He's a bitter-sweet treat, sexy, tall, and handsome. Yet, too innocent, too sweet, too childlike. But, you love him either way.

In the morning, you're usually the first one awake, although it's pretty 50/50 especially when there is a possible threat approaching the earth, then he's up and out of bed before the sun has even risen. But, whether it's you or him up first, you're still tasked with cooking a decent and edible breakfast. Sure, he can cool some good ass fish, some good smoked deer or boar, and even a few large birds. But you wanted foods like pancakes, waffles, eggs, toast..... normal foods..... with a hint of sweetness.

It was rare to share a shower together, but when you did, you tried to make it as steamy as possible. If you're awake before him, you'll take a shower alone, then you'll go and make yourself some coffee, enjoying your quiet morning to yourself. Once you've drunk enough coffee, you'll begin cooking breakfast.

At breakfast, you'll prep all your foods first, having your pancake batter already mixed, eggs already whisked, and bacon with some sausages already out and pan already buttered or greased up and hot. By the time you're done making about 300 pancakes, you'll be halfway through with the eggs at about 150, your bacon and sausages slowly cooking, about 60 or each already done. Goku would be moving about upstairs.

He walks rather quietly, so it's hard to hear him, but if you listen close enough, you can hear when his heels hit the floor, and you can most defiantly hear the shower running, you'll sigh to yourself, enjoying your peaceful little life, thinking of what you'll be doing for the day. When you place the last of the foods on their large platters, Goku will make his way downstairs. Usually, he's wearing his fighting Gi, but some days, like today, he's wearing a sleeveless white shirt with some loose black sweats.

You smiled at his outfit, mentally canceling all plans that weren't important. Seeing him in that outfit usually meant that he was staying home for most of the day. "Good morning, Goku." You'll kindly greet him. He'll smile back at you, his eyes having that locing shine in them whenever he sees you. "Morning, (Y/N)" He'll gently greet back. "Did you sleep well?" You asked. As you began placing the large plates on the table, he chuckled lightly. "I slept pretty well, actually, but I always sleep well next to you." He sweetly said.

You looked up at him, and you slowly placed the last plate down as a bashful smile came across your face. "Awww, Goku, that was so sweet." You said in a happy voice as you placed your hand over your heart. He chuckled cheekily as he rubbed the back of his head. Breakfast would be, well... the usual show.... at least for you. You usually finish your breakfast quickly, as you usually only eat one or two plates. While Goku would devour all of the food.

You would wash your plates, along with any other dish that Goku would scrap clean. Trying to keep your workload down. Usually, Goku would beat you though, He'd thank you for breakfast, but you'd make him help you with the dishes, because there ain't no way you were gonna clean all those damn dishes, you just cooked a big ass breakfast. Once the large dishes were clean and dried the smaller dishes went into the dishwasher, because fuck that.

After breakfast, you and Goku would usually go off your separate ways. You'd spend time on the couch, watching TV, or up in your room getting extra sleep, and sometimes you'll be in your bathroom taking a lusciously long shower or just redoing your hair because a bitch needs to look good.

While Goku would go off to train with Vegeta, or to do some shadow sparring, sometimes he'll go hunting if he's still hungry after breakfast or he'll chop down some extra wood for the house. Very rarely would he stay home, and if he did, then he'd watch some random show on the couch.

On a day like this, when he had nothing to do and just didn't feel like doing anything, he'd follow you around the house like a lost child. You didn't mind. He was quiet and only really spoke up when he had something on his mind. Other than that, he'll just silently follow you. And you'd use that to your advantage sometimes. You'll make him help out with some chores, like vacuuming, dusting, taking the dishes out of the dishwasher, and putting them away.

While you'll be making up the bed, doing the laundry, cleaning up the bathroom, whipping down the windows. During times like these, you'll play some music, usually, you'll play some Old school rap or some good R&B but sometimes you'll play softer music like Jazz and sometimes it's just whatever's on your damn playlist. Rock, Lofi, upbeat, slow, romantic, nightcore, you name it. Goku doesn't too much mind the music and some songs he even sings and dances to.

Sometimes, he'll dance to a randomly fast song, making you laugh. That'll usually lead to you both just quickly hopping around and just dancing to whatever the beat is. You would twerk or even break it down, but Goku usually wouldn't understand, but that's fine with you. After all the choirs are done, you both would curl up on the couch, watching whatever anime or TV show came to mind. He surprisingly had a few shows that he liked, mainly the fighting ones, but that's no surprise there. At least they were animes.

His favorites so far were;

Baki,

Kengan Ashura,

Jojo Bizarre Adventure (So far, his favorite was part 3-5 he's kind of wonky on 6),

Jujutsu Kaisen,

One Piece (He likes all the different fighting styles, and Sanji was his favorite character. He said he reminded him of Roshi.)

My Hero Academia

And his personal favorites Yu Yu Hakusho and Fist of the North Star

They were all good, so you'd watch them all with him. You were also into anime as well, and you liked all of the ones that he liked even more. However, you were more into romantic or more serious topic animes, but he'll watch those too.... sometimes. He'd usually fall asleep or get rather active and playful either in a childish way or in a more sexual way. There was no in-between for this part. But you weren't complaining.

Around lunchtime, you'll usually cook half of the meal, and the other half, you'll order it. For the cooking part, you'll cook a few giant pots of Rice, and the rest is taken out. Because you weren't no mf slave, and you're sure as hell ain't gonna be slaving away for no 30 hours just for him to come along and gobble all of that shit up in just a few minutes.

Usually, you'll order Chinese, as that's what he's grown up eating, but other times you'll order pizza. And lots of it. About 10 - 15 boxes. Depending on your budget, and if he didn't get full.... well, that's just too damn bad. He better take his hungry ass to Bulma's.

After lunch, you'll have him help you clean the dishes, drying the pots while you placed the smaller dishes in the dishwasher. You'll clean the table while he goes outside for one of his daily workouts or sparring sessions.

Usually, around this time, if he doesn't go over to Bulma's to train with Vegeta, then Vegeta will come and get him instead. By this time of day, it was truly a hot gurl moment...... Passing your ass out right on your big ass bed and sleeping, or just watching TV.

By the time when dinner comes around, You do the same thing you did for lunch, cook a few big ass pots of rice, maybe add in a few dozen boxes of Mac & Cheese, and order a big ass meal of Chinese takeout. By the time he is flying up, you're already placing the food on plates and making your own plate. He'll come in with a big smile on his face, sweaty from today's activities.

"WHOO!!! TODAY WAS A WORKOUT!!" He'll call out in a happy tone as he takes off his sweaty shirt and throws it on the floor along with his sweats and socks. You would make him take a shower, but you didn't want the food to get cold, so he was just gonna have to eat like that, but you didn't mind the view.

After dinner, you'll make him place his dirty ass clothes in the washer and go take a shower, while you did all of the dishes, you didn't mind too much, as it would give you something to do, because let's be real, by the time when 6 to 7 o'clock rolls around, there really ain't shit to do. Once you've finished fighting washing those big ass pots in that small ass sink, you'll take the smaller dishes and leave them for Goku to wash, as he'll be out of the shower soon. You had his laundry to wash. By the time when you finished placing his clothes in the washer and folded the clothes that you forgot in the dryer like 5 hours ago.

Goku is already loading up the dishwasher and putting away the last of the pots. You'll smile softly at him, happy that he washed the dishes willingly, and he even whipped down the table and the counters and threw away all the empty take-out boxes. He'll be putting the last of the dishes away, his sensitive hearing detecting your light footsteps as they approach him from behind, but he won't move nor react, and he'll softly smile when he feels you wrapping your arms around his waist as you lean against his back. He'll gently hold your hand, gently swaying with you as you both sway to the beat of your hearts.

After your tender moment, you and Goku call it a night, curling up on the bed and watching TV shows or animes until you both drift off to sleep.

VEGETA -

Being married to Vegeta... was rough. He was damn near never home, either off plant throwing a tantrum, off saving the day, or away training. When he was home he was hard to deal with, feeling like he was entitled to act like a bratty prince when in reality he had no damn kingdom or an empire. You sometimes wished he'd stay off the planet longer.

Living with Vegeta is like living with a man with class but not enough style to back it up. He's unnecessarily aggressive and he's constantly defensive, he can be frustrating at times but at least he doesn't smother you.

He has his rare moments when he does want to be intimate and when he actually wants to spend time with you and enjoy your company, he can be sweet and can be a great partner to talk to and cuddle, not to mention when his sexual drive is high, which isn't as active as most would think.

In the morning, it's usually Vegeta who awakes before you, usually so that he can train and meditate, you'll get up about 3 - 5 hours after him, if you wake up 3 hours after him, then you'll take a refreshing shower and actually take your time. If you wake up 5 hours after him, then you'll still take a shower but not so long.

It's 50/50 on who will cook the breakfast, Vegeta isn't the best cook, but at least he knows how to make Ramen and rice, you'll just add a few 100 eggs and sausages to the mix. If you cook breakfast then you'll throw in a proper breakfast. By the time breakfast is over, Vegeta is already racing to the shower, and you won't stop him, just know that he's going to have the smaller plates and other dishes to wash.

You'll whip down the table and the counters, before going to your couch to relax. Once Vegeta is out of the bathroom he'll try and make a beeline to the front door, but you'll stop him. "Uh, where do you think you're going?" You'll ask him in a questioning tone. He'll act like he can't hear you, continuing with his walk. "Hmph, fine act like you don't hear me then, just know you'll be sleeping on that couch tonight and you'll have to make your own lunch and dinner. AND... you'll still have to wash them damn dishes when you get back too." You'll say in a content voice as you'll get back relaxed on the couch and flick the TV on. Flipping through Netflix.

"Tch, GRRRRRR- FINE!!!!" He'll yell in frustration as he spins around on his feet and march over towards the sink. You'll give him a sweet smile in return. "Awwww, thanks, babe!!" You'll say in a sweet tone. "Hmph, whatever." He muttered. Once the dishes are done he'll go about his day, or Goku will pop up and ask for him to come and train, leaving you home alone fo

It was very rare when he didn't want to go out at all, and instead like a cat, he'll just wordlessly lay on top of you, his head on your chest and your legs gapped to fit him and together you'll both watch TV shows or animes. He was a lot like Goku he liked the fighting animes but he also liked to watch documentaries about warrior cavillations that use to exist on earth.

Not gonna lie, this shit alone is boring fuck, but with him, it seemed to become less cumbersome.

By the time when Lunch rolls around, You'll be ordering about 10 - 15 boxes of Pizza depending on your budget, and on the side, you'll cook a big ass pot of rice, maybe even two. If Vegeta went out for the day then you'll be enjoying the house to yourself. Sleeping, cleaning, and watching TV. But if Vegeta is home with you then you'll spend the day with him. Watching TV, working out with him (In reality you're just sitting on his back or being his weight) sleeping, Fucking, and cleaning.

If he's out then he'll be home as soon as you're done setting the table, he'll drop his sweaty clothes on the floor and then he'll dig in, if he's already home then it's straight into the food. After Lunch he'll try and act like he forgot his clothes on the floor, stalking off to the shower, but you'll stop him. "Umm, excuse me? Aren't you forgetting something?" You'll ask him in an annoyed voice, as you place your hand on your hip and point at his clothes. He'll look at it, then he'll look back up at you.

"No, you're already here, place them in the mat yourself." He'll snare back. You'll politely curl your lips in and slowly turn away from him with a deep inhale and then began saying the lord's prayers. "Lord have mercy upon this man, as he knows not what he does, for I dear lord am about to commit a hate crime by finishing off the last of an extinct race." You'll say aloud before you turn back around. He's already gone and so is the pile of clothes. "Hmph, he better had." You'll say with a fire in your eyes as you'll begin to wrestle with the large pots.

After his shower, he'll usually be pretty easygoing and would wash the rest of the dishes, it was rare for him to exit with an attitude, and when he does you'll just quietly pull out his pillow and a blanket and throw it on the couch. "See you in about 12 hours, bitch." You'll say before you'll go into your room and lock it. He doesn't like it when you give him the cold shoulder, so he'll pout on the cough and would come with a peace offering once dinner rolls around with some food he cooked up. Just seeing his effort and his slight puppy eyes makes you soften up and you'll let him back into the room.

However you don't always do that when he comes out of the shower with an attitude, some days you'll just go ahead and wash the rest of the dishes and just let him blow his steam off outside, other times you'll cuddle with him on the couch and sometimes you'll try and talk it out with him. Most times it's just him being stressed, so you'll give a good o'l stress reliever Wink.

Once lunch is over you'll both pretty much go your separate ways for the day, he'll either go sit on the couch, go outside, or go into your bedroom and pretty much take a nap or help with chores. While you'll either go sit on the couch, take a shower, or take a nap. But somewhere down the line you will do the laundry, whip down the windows, and the counters, and clean the kitchen, while Vegeta will vacuum, dust, and hang up his clothes and yours too if he feels like it.

All the while you'll be playing music, Vegeta isn't a fan of rap or rock. It gets him irritated and you didn't have time for that. So you'll either play Lofi, Jazz, Blues, or R&B, but sometimes R&B and Blues can make him feel some kind of way, so Lofi or Jazz it was. It gave you an idea of what kind of man he was.

It was rare when you'll both take a nap together and cuddle after chores.

At dinner, you'll do the same at lunch, cook a big ass pot of rice or two, and order whatever you guys were feeling, you both weren't too picky. Once dinner is over Vegeta is at his most compliant. He's more relaxed and calm around this time of day, so he'll help out without any form of threats. Sometimes you'll both hug in the kitchen and would just sway to some song you were humming.

Once it's bedtime, you'll both get in bed and watch whatever you were feeling. It was usually some kind of anime or TV series. You'll both cuddle, you were always the first to fall asleep, so Vegeta would either turn the TV off or put on some Lofi and turn the TV down before he'll hold you tight in his arms, and drift off to sleep.

BARDOCK -

Being married to Bardock, was like not being married at all. He was like a military man, always off doing something to help defend earth or he was at work. He was a strange man, he was extremely sensitive too, and his intuition was amazing, but it's the only thing that kept saving your marriage. Bardock was a working man, when he wasn't off saving the day, he was working. He was a construction worker, he chose that job because it was like a form of working out. Plus he could spoil you, thus is how he kept saving the marriage.

Living with Bardock however, was lovely yet lonely. He wasn't hard to deal with, he was always willing to help, always willing to attend to your needs and you likewise. He was caring and supportive, and he was easy to talk to..... when he wanted to be. He was all of those things, BUT, only when he wanted to be.

He had his days when he was extra stressed or his Saiyan blood would come out and make him hard to deal with, and these days were quite present so you weren't a stranger to this side of him. But he was a more older male, making him much more mature so it was a 50/50 chance of having a day like this with him.

In the morning, Bardock as always up before you, it was rare when you were awake before him. On days when you were, you'd make some coffee, enough for the both of you. You'd get to finish about one cup before you get started on breakfast, you like wearing his shirts to bed so that's what you'd pretty much be wearing for the whole morning. You'll cook Eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, and some toast. By the time when you're almost finished, Bardock would be making his way downstairs. He usually only goes to bed in his grey sweats so he'll be wearing that all morning.

He'll come downstairs and he'll either give you a hug from behind with a sweet kiss on the cheeks, giving you a groggy "Morning" As he inhales your natural scent. Or, he'll give you a firm smack on your ass giving you a lively "Morning sexy." It was a 50/50 shot so you never knew what to expect. But he'll always have a cup of coffee. You'll both usually talk about your plans for the day or you'll talk about the weather or how your week has been so far.

Once done with cooking he'll help you set up the table and then you'll eat. After breakfast, you'll both wash the dishes together then you'll take a long, steamy shower together. After showering, is when you'll either go your separate way with him going outside and you off to your own devices, or you'll spend time together going about your day. Grocery shopping, a date, clothes shopping, or just hanging out on the couch together.

Bardock was pretty domestic, but he was still a Saiyan at heart, so he spent most of his time training or off defending the world. So days, where he was domestic, were rare yet common, it was a strange mix-up, but you learned to get used to it. On days when you did go your separate ways after breakfast, you'll usually stay home and do chores, watch TV, or go grocery shopping.

By the time when it was almost lunch, Bardock would be home unless he was off saving the world or at work. When he was home, you'd be in the middle of ordering food while watching TV, he'll silently walk in, coming towards you, leaning down to give you a welcoming kiss on the lips, before he'll silently go take a shower, sweaty from sparing all morning. You wouldn't always cook a big ass pot of rice because he had a good-paying job. Getting paid $26 per hour, so making a pot of rice wasn't needed but sometimes you'll do it if you were feeling it.

When he was off saving the world or at work, you'll just order enough for yourself, before taking a nap or watching TV. Sometimes you'll just make yourself something to eat. When he was home you'd usually order about 30 pizzas, 20 cheesy garlic bread, and sometimes with some Chinese or a couple of burgers from Whataburger. Depending on what you were both feelings.

After Lunch, you'll both clean the dishes and maybe even clean the house if it needs it. Since it was usually you just home, it wasn't much to clean.

But if he's been home for the week because it was a special holiday or it's been raining, then you'll both do chores. Dusting was always needed along with vacuuming, but laundry wasn't always a constant. So while he's busy vacuuming and dusting, you'll be off washing, drying, hanging, and folding clothes. You usually played music while you did chores, whether he was home or not. He liked old-school rap and R&B, it was rare when he liked music like Lofi, he also took a liking to heavy metal so you'll sometimes play that for him too.

If he finishes his share of the chores, then he'll help you with the laundry, but if his Saiyan blood was pumping, then he'll either blast off to go train some more, or he'll want to come 'help' when in reality he just wants to fuck. After all the chores were done, he'll either blast off to go train or he'll cuddle with you on the bed after an 'eventful' hour. Usually, you took a nap so that's what you did whether he was home or not. If he was home but couldn't sleep, then he'll go watch TV in the front, not wanting to wake you up.

At Dinner, if he was out saving the world, off training, or getting off of work. He'll come home sweaty, ready to eat, take a shower and fuck. The sleep. So that's what he'll do, he'll either take a shower before he eats, if he was too hungry he'll just throw his clothes on the floor somewhere the eat, or he'll just pounce on you, his adrenaline from a battle, training or work still pumping through his blood, forcing you to reheat the cold food.

When he comes home, he always greeted you with a loving kiss and embrace, you hated it when he did that, but you also loved that he was so eager to get home to you. The only time when you didn't have dinner together, was when he was off the planet saving the day, at that point, it could be weeks to months before he came home. But he always greeted you with that passionate kiss and embrace.

After Dinner, if he wasn't too tired, then he'll take a quick but damn good shower, before coming in the front and helping you clean the dishes. If he was too tired, then he'll take a shower and then go straight to bed. You didn't patronize him, understanding that he had a long day unless he was just training then you'll hound him to at least wash half of his own damn dishes.

When it's time to go to sleep, you'll usually either take a long bath or head straight to bed, but it depended on Bardock. If he was too tired and was already passed out, then you'll take a long bath, but if he was already up, then you wouldn't even try, because when he's awake he'll end up crashing your shower, either to keep up hell and bug you about something that you really didn't give a shit about, making you fuss him out. Then your mood will be ruined and you'll be irritated about him or to come fuck. It was rare when it was for a romantic bath instead.

You usually took a long bath in the middle of the day when he was out and about, but it was rare when you wanted to because you had to be there to watch the house, never know when someone would try to break in. You lived in a nice neighborhood, but you couldn't tell with people nowadays.

After your bath, you'll either cuddle up with one another and watch TV or talk about your day and plans for tomorrow until you both fall asleep, or you'll silently crawl into bed with him, gently cuddling up with him, while looking at whatever on your phone before you drift off.

RADITZ -

Being married to Raditz, was bittersweet. He was either the sweetest man on earth, or he was too damn mean and demanding, it was never in between. He was either home all the time, which was fine, or he was never home. Off saving the world, working or just training with his brother.

Living with him was sometimes annoying, especially when he was heading. His hair was kind of like fur, and it would sometimes fall out to accommodate the weather, leaving a big ass mess for you to clean. Mainly when he took a shower, good lord. You'd refuse to clean it, making him have to clean it himself if he wanted a clean shower to use that is. Sometimes he'll try and give you a hard time but a simple threat was always the solver.

"That's okay, we share a bed, and when you lay your big ass pretty head to rest, I'll get the sharpest pair of scissors that I can find and I'll chop all of that shit out of your damn head. Do you wanna lose that main?" You'll threaten, and he'll just huff but he won't talk back and instead stalk off to clean his mess.

Other times he was easy to work with, he was domestic yet he also wasn't, he prefer to be hard to deal with rather than do as you say because of his pride, but he tones it down. In the morning, Raditz was always the first one to be awake before you, since he either had to go to work, had to get up to train, or was already gone saving the day. Either way, he was usually gone, meaning the whole morning was yours, but on his days off and when he wanted to enjoy it, he'll sleep in, allowing you to wake up before him.

You'd wake up, and will immediately take a shower. Due to his hair sometimes randomly shedding heavily, you'd practically rush into the bathroom, and will have a quick shower, trying to hurry up before he woke up. You and Raditz never take showers or baths together, because he likes the play 'Shot Gun' Meaning, whoever got out of the bathroom last, has to clean up HIS mess. You simply refuse.

If he's awake before you, then be prepared to either clean up a load of hair or be surprised to wake up to it being spotless, sometimes he was considerate. When he was home, you'd make a pot of coffee, enough for the both of you. You'll cook a large breakfast, he loves pancakes so there will be lots of those. If he wasn't home then you'll just make yourself whatever.

When he's home, he'll sometime either immediately take a shower so that he can go to work, or he'll come straight downstairs on his days off to come to greet you with a hug, or with a good O'l smack to the ass. He didn't always drink coffee, but he only really did when he had to go to work.

After breakfast, you'll both usually go your separate ways. He'll either be going to work, training, or off to save the world. It was rare when he stayed home with you.

But he always helped with the dishes, but only on his days off, he didn't exactly have time when he had to go to work or go save the day. He'll usually wash all of the dishes on his day off, while you can tend to the laundry and with mopping the floor. Sometimes he'll even clean the whole kitchen, but he didn't always. He'll give you a kiss on the cheek, telling you. "Whelp I'm off to go train, I'll be back in a few hours." He'll say before he'll blast off.

You won't know if the kitchen is all cleaned or not since you'll either be somewhere mopping or doing laundry. You'll want to be mad, but at least he cleaned the shower and the dishes, so it's pretty fair. On days when he wasn't home, you'd laze around the house, call your friends, and go grocery shopping, but you didn't always go grocery shopping because he liked shopping with you and he'll throw a fit if he found out, but he won't whine if he's at work or off saving the day.

If he's home, then you'll both go grocery shopping and probably even clothes shopping, he also loved hair products so expect to be in the hair aisle for a while. But that gave you the excuse to shop for skincare products. Once home you'll both usually cuddle on the couch watching some TV show or a fighting anime or he'll drop you off at home after helping out with putting stuff away before he'll blast off to go train. It was rare when he stayed home the whole day.

At lunch, you'll just simply order a big ass meal, whatever you both agreed on usually, if he wasn't home then you'll just order whatever you wanted.

However, after lunch is when he tends to become hard to deal with. When it's time to clean the dishes, he'll want to get brand new and will try to leave the house to go train. "Uh, where are you going, Raditz?" You'll ask him as you're cleaning off the table. He'll just simply look back at you, giving you a short reply. "Going to train."

You'll cock a brow. "You had all damn day to train, why you wanna go train now? At least help with this big ass mess." You'll say as you gesture to the dishes behind you. He'll 'hmph' at you crossing his arms. "You can do that yourself, you're acting like a few dishes will kill you." He'll fire back. You'll pause, and place your hand on your hip. "I clean this big ass house, with no complaints, I sometimes even clean your thick ass hair out of the shower with no complaints, the least you can do is wash the damn dishes, with no damn complaints."

You'll say in a slow yet angered voice. "Hmph, I did the dishes this morning with no complaint and I even cleaned my own mess in the shower with no complaint. If anything you're acting like a child." He'll argue back. You'll take a deep breath, taking a step back while looking around yourself. "Where me a damn heavy ass object so that I can throw it at your big ass head because you playing with me now. See, see, see you don't know me, I'll beat your monkey lookin' ass-" You'll say under your breath as you'll pick up a rolling pan from a drawer turning around to point it at him, but he'll already be gone.

"Where the hell?" You'll ask as you'll look around in the area he was in before the sound of plates and pots banging in the skin behind you will catch your attention. You'll look back at him before you'll slowly nod your head. "Mmhmm, that's what I thought..." You'll say in a low voice as you'll stick the rolling pan under your arm as you'll walk off to go find something to do.

After all the afternoon chores are done, is when you and Raditz will officially go your own ways for the day until dinner. He had to get a few hours of training whether in the morning or in the afternoon. It was this time that you'll take your chance to watch something on TV, take a nap, or take a long shower. He'll be gone for about 5 to 6 hours, giving you time to yourself. If he hasn't been home all day, then you'll take this time to take a nap or just watch TV.

Dinner is usually when he's home unless he's off the planet. But he'll always be home from 6 - 8, if he's work then around 6:30 to 7:00 and if off saving the world then around 7:30 to 8:00. So you'll usually order dinner by 5:00, by the time when he gets home, you've already eaten and is just watching TV now. He'll come and give you a welcoming kiss before he'll either immediately go eat, take a shower or go straight to bed

Sometimes if his adrenaline was still pumping from an intense battle, then he'll pounce on you like an animal in heat. Meaning he'll be eating around midnight. But most days he'll either drop all his clothes off on the ground before eating or he'll just go take a shower. After he's done showering he'll then eat, but you'll clean the shower and take his clothes to the laundry room, seeing how tired he was. On days when he went straight to be, you'll wrap everything up, saving it for when he'll come up to eat around midnight.

After Dinner, you'll wash the dishes, and he'll try to help if he isn't too tired, before you'll both head on off to bed, if he's already asleep, then you'll quietly get into bed with him. If he's still up then you'll both cuddle before falling asleep.

TURLES -

This one is somewhat based off of another fic that I read before called; "Turles's Triumph" It's a great fic and it takes a deeper look into Turles's personality in a way I never thought to look at it before, and they captured him so well. Give it a read if you'd like, but it's a long fic, about 172 chapters I believe. But it's a great read and it's worth it.

AH, Being married to Turles is like living the dream life. He's a man with elegant tastes, he's a space pirate and he just simply refuses to live on one planet, so he made you pick. "Either you stay here, and be one of my many ladies of the nights, whom I'll only come to visit when I am in need of something from your plant and I'll treat you like a queen as long as I am here. Or, you can come with me and become my permanent queen and I'll take you all over the galaxy, while I shower you with the most lavish of things and only treat you to the fineness of cuisines... The choice is yours."

He was straightforward with his words and with the choice, and he only gave you a few hours to think about it, but eventually you can to a conclusion, so on that same day, you packed all your most valuable things, and just like that you were leaving your home planet, forever. You were saddened by that fact, as you never got to say goodbye, but he reassured you. "Not to worry, My Love, for you will be able to visit your family and friends whenever we circle back around in this solar, until then. we are your new family." He told you, and for some reason, that actually helped you to not be so sad.

Once you agree to go with him and be his forever queen, he'll cut all contact from all of his side hoes, and will make you his main one and only. He'll even propose to you to seal the deal, and allow the wedding on your home planet so that your friends and family could see and attend.

Living with Turles was actually worth the hard choice. He was a beast but he was a gentleman towards you. He was gentle with you, he was patient, protective, and loving toward you. Some days his Sayian ways were stronger than others and they do causes arguments, but you both always made up wink.

It was rare when Turles wasn't on the ship, if he was off handling dangerous business he'll usually leave you on the ship with Diaz or he'll drop you off on a well-trusted planet. If he was planting a tree, then he usually wouldn't tell you shit, he'll wait for when you're still asleep in the morning, or he'll wait until you're too busy taking a bath. You didn't like seeing a planet being drained of life, and it always leads to an argument and he didn't have time for that.

In the mornings, Turles was always awake before you. Being the leader of his space crew, he needed to be in charge and awake before them to keep order. So you'll usually sleep in for another few hours before you wake up. When you do, a pot of coffee is already made, either because Turles made it for you or because Diaz made some for both of you, it was 50/50.

You never had to really cook breakfast, it was rare when you did. You only had to cook breakfast when the ship was so far out in space, 'The Void' as they liked to call it, or 'Dead Zone' was another name they called it, but it depended on what was in the area. If it was nothing but blackness for miles then it was called 'The Void' but if it was full of dead planets or just giant asteroids, they called it the 'Dead Zone' You never realized how scary space can be when it's full of planets with no life. It was eerie. It was like an abandoned town and everyone left everything where they left it.

When you did cook breakfast, Diaz liked to help, he enjoyed cooking breakfast, and he found it relaxing. He was originally the only one who would cook breakfast, but now that you were here he had extra help. Out in space, they didn't have Earthling food, so you got to learn how to cook a new form of breakfast. Diaz would usually finish off with cooking breakfast, as he would tell you to go and freshen up for the day since you immediately came to the kitchen for coffee.

If you didn't have to cook breakfast, then you'd still come down for some coffee but you'd enjoy it with Turles. He despised coffee, he hated the taste and smell of it, but he'd still sit with you until you finished it. You'll both usually talk about the plans for the day, and he'll give you a run down on what the history was of the planet that you lot were landing on and how he came across it. Once you've finished your coffee you'll tease him by trying to kiss him but he'll just keep you away. He loved you, but he couldn't with the coffee smell.

So you'll take a luxurious bath, as he liked spoiling you. He makes sure to always obtain the best of the best for you whenever he landed on a planet. Making you feel like a true queen. Before you left to live in space with him, he used to gift you with these same luxurious products for your skin and hair, clothes, and makeup, but now that you lived with him, this was now a permanent lifestyle and you've learned to love it.

Sometimes he'll even join you, it was rare when he did so early in the morning, but he kept it romantic. After your bath, he'll have you dress like a queen, as he claimed. "I practically rule over these planets, making me some form of a king, therefore as my queen you shall dress and be treated as one." And dress as one you did. After landing on the planet, he'll guide you all off the ship, you'll be holding onto his arm, close to his side, one as his queen and two for his protection. You'll all be immediately introduced to the leader of the planet, and they'll greet you with open but nervous arms.

"Ah!! LORD TURLES!! So - Lovely to see you again. Are you here for business?" The little alien would ask in a nervous fashion. Turles would answer with a smirk. "As a matter of fact, yes we are, for me and my crew are here for a fulfilling breakfast." He'll answer in a confident tone. The alien would arch a brow, but a glare from Turles would make it straighten up. "A-AH!!! YES OF COURSE!!!! Right, this way...Lord Turles." It'll say nervously before it'll walk through the crowds.

Breakfast was as luxurious as ever, it was always a fancy restaurant with some of the finest dinners on this edge of the galaxy. You'll all eat and will get full, you tend to cuddle into Turles's arm enjoying being full on the strange yet tasty food. He'll still be in the middle of eating his large meal. some of Turles's crew were also still eating, as their race also eats in large amounts, but eventually, it'll just be Turles. Even though Turles eats in large quantities, he still ate with such grace it was strange.

After breakfast, the rest of the crew will wonder off to their own devices, while Turles with either bring you with him on his business trip, or he'll entrust your care to one of his crew members. Either way, he'll go off to take care of shit. After that, he'll take you around the shops, allowing you to buy whatever you wanted. Once all that was done, he'll board you all back onto the ship and will leave heading off to the next planet he had in mind.

Once on the ship, you'll immediately run off with all of your newest goodies, Diaz caring all of your heavier items following behind you. You'll place them all in their new place, getting them used to their new home. Then you'll change out of your outfit and will settle for a more relaxed outfit, usually a hoodie and some tights or a large shirt that Turles owned.

There weren't usually any chores on the ship, since Turles's biggest rule was. "If you make a mess, clean it. If you see a mess, clean it." He stuck to that rule like gold. So usually, there was no mess to clean. So you'll either be in your shared room doing your hair and makeup or dressing up in potential outfits. Or you'll be in the front with Turles, cuddling up in his lap as he sits in the front seat steering the ship. Most times you'll hang with your best friend Diaz, talking bout your formal lives and experiences.

At lunch, if you're still in the 'Dead Zone' or 'The Void' which is rare, then it'll be up to you and Diaz to cook a shit load of food, but you'll both have fun doing it, you'll have some music on, and Diaz enjoyed some good R&B and some new school rap too, so you'll both be dancing and singing to the songs. The other crew members will join in and will also from time to time dance and sing with you two. Turles will every now and then come and dance, especially when you'll be twerking and breaking it down.

If you weren't in the 'Dead Zone' or 'The Void', then you'll once more be dressed like a queen but in a different color, it'll be a different planet but with the same routine. The nervous ruler will approach you all, asking Turles if he was here for business and Turles would confirm that along with the fact that he was here for lunch as well. This restaurant was much more luxurious than the last one, on the walls, there were fishes swimming in the crystal blue waters and under your feet was a coral reef, the colors were so strong and luscious, you could stare at it for hours.

"Oh Turles, this place is beautiful." You say in a voice of wonderment as you'll hold onto his arm. He'll chuckle, as he'll tighten his hold on you. "Yes, I figured that you'll love this place, My Love. For I was fortunate enough to have business upon this planet." He'll say in a pleased voice. The lunch was just as luscious as breakfast was, and Turles is the last to finish his meal. Much like the first planet, Turles will either bring you with him or he'll leave you with his crew, then like usual, once he's done and has regrouped with you and the rest, he'll let you shop till your heart's content.

After Lunch, you'll redo the process of putting your newly acquainted items in your room, and then you'll usually lay down for a nap, hang out with Diaz or cuddle some more with Turles on the ship somewhere. However, a nap was more common at this time of day since Turles would tend to 'whoop his men into shape' as he liked to call it, or basically train.

At dinner, if you were still in the 'Dead Zone' or in 'The Void' then once more it'll be up to you and Diaz to make a big ass dinner, and much like lunch, you'll be playing music once more, but this time it'll be either Lofi or Jazz, getting everyone ready for bed, because as soon as dinner was over it was usually straight to bed, it was rare when it'll turn into a game night.

If you weren't in the 'Dead Zone' or 'The Void' then you'll once more be making a stop on another planet, and once more will the food be just as luscious as before. You'll once again be dressed like a queen and will be holding onto his arm. The same routine will happen once more, the ruler of the planet will nervously approach Turles and will ask him what his business was here, and Turles will give his answer. This restaurant was encased in rubies and gold, it was a beautiful mixture and the rubies seemed to shine like diamonds. "These rubies are so beautiful, just imagine if I had some jewelry with rubies."

You'll say with wondering eyes. Turles will turn towards you, a brow arched and an ever-handsome smile upon his face. "I'll be sure to obtain some of the ever-gorgeous rubies for my lovely queen." He'll say as he'll gently kisses your hand. Once more, Turles is the last one to finish his meal, and he'll once more either bring you with him or will leave you with the group. Once he's done with his business, he'll rejoin you and he'll gift you with a velvet jewelry box. Your eyes will sparkle with life once you see what's inside, there'll be ruby stones imbedded into silver earrings, a bracelet, and a necklace. "Oh Turles, boy you sure know how to hook me up." You'll squeal as you'll close the box and ill bounce around happily.

Once you've done your usual shopping trip you'll all get upon the ship and will blast off the planet.

After Dinner you'll take a long relaxing and luxurious bath, usually Turles will join you, he'll usually allow you to take a bath alone the first time, then he'll make new water and will join you in the second bath. Having an argument with him was extremely rare, so the love was rather prosperous between you both. Once the bath is over you'll both either join the crew in the front and will enjoy some family time or you'll both go straight to bed. Cuddled into one another's arms.

BLACK -

Just like Turles, I was also inspired to write his character in a slightly different light, due to this Fic "Thin Line" showing a deep form of Black's psyche if he were to fall in love with a human, and how he'll begin to have internal conflicts with himself both mentally and physically. I don't remember this fic being that long, but if I had to guess, I'll say around 30 to 40 chapters long. It may seem long, but it's worth it.

Being married to a Black is a very tough yet enduring thing. He's a mass murderer and he's a psychopath, at times he can be very hard to read, with his intense stares that he'll give you, his gaze deep and dark yet calculating and intelligent. When you first met Black he was known as a terrorizer, a destroyer, and a murderer. He was going to destroy you, but the way you approached him made him stop.

Because to you, he was just a normal guy, a man who was wandering the streets of your neighborhood, checking out the scenery. He was cute, and you liked what you have seen, so you approached him. You spoke to him like he was any other man, and you even offered to give him a tour of the place. He was perplexed by you, he wanted to push you off and call you a 'Filthy mortal', he wanted to end you and this entire neighborhood.

But the way you treated him, the way you spoke to him, made him want to see where this new .... 'Friendship' would go. So he came back, every day, at the same time. He would pay you a visit, coming through with gifts and with sometimes coming by to ask you for a date. Eventually, he even started living with you, due to having one night of passion that led to him spending the night and the entire day. You became a form of a 'stress reliever' that he would take on dates, before eventually just becoming your boyfriend and soon husband.

Living with Black was like a whirlpool, one moment he's fun and he's enjoying the 'Mortal Life' and the next he's distant and deep in thought, keeping to himself and snapping anytime you get too close to him. But he's always calm and collected, he loves extravagant things and he always treats you to the most luxurious of things. He wants to continue his 'Zero Mortal Plan' but with you in the picture, it's gonna be kind of hard to do that.

He'll eventually become too entranced with you to want to continue his plan, too busy spoiling you, loving you, and just learning to be 'Mortal'. But some days he'll be too busy compilating his ideals and wanting a 'New World Order.' But he'll want to live a domestic life with you, he'll want to be your husband, he'll want to be your lover, thus forcing him to drop his plan altogether.

In the morning he'll always be awake before you. It'll be rare when he'll sleep in, extremely rare. He isn't much of an eater, which was strange to you, but you learned to accept it. Usually, he'll have coffee and breakfast already made for you. He'll either come to wake you up, or he'll just wait for you, patiently drinking his coffee.

If he comes to wake you up, it was either breakfast in bed, coffee in bed, or just kisses. If he waits for you then he'll already be halfway done with his second cup, and he'll have your breakfast done and in the microwave waiting for you. You almost always took a shower by yourself in the morning, but it was rare when he took one with you.

If he sleeps in, then those are the days where you'll take a shower together, or you'll bring him coffee in bed. He doesn't always eat breakfast, but when he does he could put away some food if he wanted. His apatite was a mystery in itself. Some days he could eat for a whole army, other days he'll eat the amount of a newborn, some days he'll eat a regular amount and sometimes he doesn't eat at all. In fact, he could go weeks without eating and still be normal.

For breakfast you'll both usually talk about your plans for the day or just the weather, somedays you'll even get a sweet treat of him telling you about his home, which was in the realm of the Kais, you didn't exactly know what a kai was, just that they created things and they watched over their respected universes, and you loved hearing him speak about his time as a kai. It was different.

After breakfast, you'll both begin your day together, going grocery shopping, going clothes shopping, doing what little chores you both had, which wasn't much, Black was a clean man, and he didn't make much of a mess, in fact, it was you who was the messy one. You made the most laundry, the most dishes, and the most messes, so it was usually all of your things that you were both cleanings. Unless it was just dust to vacuum or to dust off the walls and whip down the windows. It was an interesting yet eye-opening lifestyle. Somedays you'll both even cuddle on the couch for hours, either in silence or watching TV.

When you did turn on music, he practically forbid any form of rap, rock, and some R&B songs. But he didn't mind Jazz, Blues, and Lo-fi, and he highly accepted classical. The only time you could enjoy Rap, Rock, and other R&B songs, was when he was out and about with his life. He never really explained what he was off doing, but he would always say. "Let's just say, I'm off to...exterminate." He'll say in a menacing tone, you'd want him to explain, but then you feel that if he did, that the way life is it wouldn't be the same. So if it isn't broken, don't try and fix it.

Besides, you were living the life of a rich bitch, and you weren't going to risk losing that, so fuck it.

At lunch, you wouldn't have to cook at all, since you had a free meal coming to your door. You weren't sure how Black got it to be set up like this, but you weren't complaining. All you had to do was call whatever restaurant you wanted food from, and they'll be at your door with a free meal. Since Black practically never ate, all you had to do was get enough for yourself.

Somedays he'll take you out to eat at a fancy restaurant, and he'll make sure that you were treated like a queen. However you didn't like it when he would mistreat people, so you'll fuss him out, telling him. "Be nice, Black. There's no need to treat others like that, you don't like being treated like that, so don't do it to others." He'll roll his eyes, but he'll do as you say, by being, slightly nicer. It wasn't exactly nice, but it'll work.

After Lunch, he usually tends to either be home or still out and about. It's never in between. If he's home, then he'll be either taking a nap, or he'll be drinking tea with his friend Zamasu. If he was out and about, then he'll stay gone till Dinner. Leaving you to your own devices for a few hours, you'll usually go and visit friends and family, take a nap, and watch TV. Honestly whatever you could get lost in.

When Black was home and if he brought his friend Zamasu over, you tend to keep your distance from them. When you first met Zamasu, you immediately felt uncomfortable. He was scary, he was intense and he always gave you a deadly glare, when he first met you, the first thing he literally said was. "So this, is the pet you've been entranced by? Hmmm, she's just another filthy mortal. And the fact that you haven't eradicated this part of the world yet must mean that you've grown quite attached, Black." He said with a nasty glare, and he glanced around the neighborhood.

Black glared at him. "Silence, for you know nothing, you should feel speshed, that I'm even allowing you to meet her, Zamasu." He'll fire back at him, they'll glare at one another, a tense air will fill the area, and you could practically feel the killer's intent coming off of them, so you tipped back into the house, going to find some kind of refresher for them to tune down with. You eventually thought of his favorite beverage, tea. So that's what you offered, and it seemed to work.

Honestly, that was your first and last interaction with Zamasu, after that you avoid him like the plague. Plus Black made you stay inside when zamasu was around. He'd refuse to let you come out for no reason. He'll make the tea himself, and he'll warn you to not come out, no matter what. And you'd gladly listen too.

They'd stay out there for about 4 to 5 hours, sometimes even less. You'd never ask questions, but you'll ask. "Did you have a good talk?" You'll ask with innocent curiosity, he'll be filling up the now empty tea cups with water, getting ready to wash them. "It was a successful talk, we got to our points and we found an even playing field." He'll respond in an even tone. And you'll accept that.

If he took a nap, you'll usually either take one with him or will just quietly watch TV downstairs. If you took a nap with him, then you'll usually massage his scalp, he liked laying on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, he said. "Heartbeats, aren't common where I come from, for they aren't necessary for my kind." He'll say in a somber voice. You'll hum in acknowledgment, gently combing your fingers through his hair.

"Kais don't have heartbeats? Why?" You'll ask, not having a heartbeat means it was dead, so would that mean that kais are dead? You couldn't wrap your mind around it. "Us kais don't need hearts to live, for we are created to make things, we are created to watch over the mortals and to hope that they can continue on with their gifts of a form of creation, but instead all they do is take and destroy." He'll say, his tone dropping in anger as he'll hold you slightly tighter. "But not you, not you (Y/N). You're different from all those, other mortals. You're special." He'll say in a soft voice, as he'll nuzzle closer to your chest, almost like he was trying to merge with you.

You wouldn't know what to say to that, so you'll continue messaging his scalp, thinking about what he said. "Did you ever create anything?" You'll innocently ask him. He'll lay there for a moment, silently embracing you, you'll think he fell asleep, but then he'll speak up in a small and slightly sadden almost regretful tone. "No. I never did, and now I never will."

At dinner, he'll usually take you out to eat, but someday you'll want to stay home and order free takeout. If he takes you out, then you'll eat at only the finest of restaurants, but if you wanted to stay home, then he'll order only the finest of the foods, but sometimes he'll let you have pizza. Most fancy restaurants don't do take-outs, but for Black, they'll jump at his every beck and call, with a nervous chuckle and they'll be there in a flash.

After dinner, he likes to have a bath with you, it was a ritual at this point. But some days, when he was deep in his feelings, he'll be off to himself, snapping at you if you tried to approach him. His mood swings have calmed down over the course of your relationship, but every now and then he'll have one.

Once it's time to go to bed, Black wouldn't always be in the bed with you, some nights he likes to stay downstairs and sit in the dark, you hated it when he did that because it was his way of pulling back and receding back into his dark thoughts. It was so dark and deep, that you feel overwhelmed whenever you come down to get him. He wasn't exactly himself when he was like that, so you learned to leave him be.

But some nights you'll be able to gently coax him into coming to bed, it was hard, but it was worth it unless you wanted him to be like that for the next week. On nights when he'd come to bed with you, he'll cuddle with you, and will tell you stories of his life as a kai, he always sounded distant and saddened but also hateful and vengeful, you could tell there was some dark history there, but you wouldn't try to bring it up.

You didn't know much about Black, in fact, you knew almost nothing, and you feel that it was best to keep it that way if you wanted to continue being his dream of what could've been. "The only thing, he could create."

BROLY -

Being married to Broly was enduring yet tiresome. He was the sweetest man and he was so adorable, but he was far too innocent till it kills you at times. But he was gentle, he was sweet, he was adorable, he was caring, he was considerate, he was all the positive things.

Living with Broly was like having a child who was learning everything. He was always asking questions and he was already ready to learn new things that didn't involve fighting or violence. He was always home and he barely left home.

Broly always tried to help, but dishes weren't his best and so wasn't laundry, so he'd usually stick to vacuuming and with enough focus, he could wipe down windows. Broly loves animals so much, he wants a dog, but you feel that he wouldn't be responsible, but he'll plead and beg, so you'll cave and you'll get him a puppy.

In the morning, you were always awake before Broly, he was never awake before you. You'd let him sleep, allowing you to make some breakfast and some coffee, but since Broly ate so damn much, you'll have to cook a shit load. by the time you're done with cooking breakfast, He'll be stumbling downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he'll come towards you. His little friend bounced down the stairs behind him happily. He'll stop at the door and he'll let the little one outdoors to use the bathroom, once it was done it'll happily come back inside and he'll close the door.

He usually likes to lean his chin on top of your head or he'll sit at the table. "Did you sleep well, Broly?" You'll ask him in a soft tone. "Mmhmm, I was warm." He'll mumble. You'll just lightly chuckle at his words, but you'll agree. "Yeah, the bed is warm huh?" You'll chuckle as you'll speak while setting the table. "Uh-huh, I wanna go back now." He'll gently respond, you'll just chuckle and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Before you eat, you have to feed the puppy, so you'll give it a small little scoop, and a sweet little pat on the head.

After breakfast, you'll both wash the dishes, well more like he'll pass you the dishes, and then put them all away while you clean the table and counters. You usually take a shower with him, because even though he understood how a shower work, he still didn't always properly do it, so you'll wash his hair and help him shower, he'll do most of the work, but you'll help with his hair. Once your shower was done, you'll pretty much either laze about all morning or take care of daily tasks.

Grocery shopping, perhaps clothes shopping (which was rare), and chores. You weren't too messy, but Broly was. He wouldn't do it on purpose, but sometimes he'll drop stuff, or he'll accidentally spill something, he didn't like wearing shirts so he'll always peel them off and throw them on the floor. Sometimes he likes to have snacks, but he'll always leave crumbs behind. Other times it was the puppy making the messes, either it'll use the bathroom on the floor, or it'll accidentally spill its water bowl, or it may be trying to drag around its large bed and will accidentally knock something over.

But other than that, he was sweet and was always willing to help. If you had nothing to do for the day, you'll both do one of his favorite things, sleep. He loved sleeping, and you wouldn't complain. Your furry little companion would even join you both.

At lunch you'll either cook or order takeout, it really just depended on your energy and your budget. He'll help you set up the table or he'll help with cooking. Usually, he'll just pass you the ingredients, standing around like a child waiting for instructions. You'll find it cute but you wouldn't stop him.

After lunch, he likes to go to the dog park, petting all of the animals that come towards him for attention. He was a gentle giant, and some of the local dogs learned to love him, coming towards him for head pats, catches, and cuddles. Some other animals in the area would come towards him as well.

You'd sometimes join him in petting the animals, enjoying their furry hugs, and other times you'll sit on the bench and watch him from afar. Making friends with some of the pet moms in the area. Most times you'll be walking the puppy, getting it acquainted with the other dogs, and sometimes the other pet parents would let Broly walk all of their dogs.

It was a comical sight, seeing Broly holding 10 leashes in each hand, his little puppy on his head while he'll happily run with the dogs, his stamina never really running out. After a trip towards the dog park, you'd both come home and watch TV or take a famous 'Broly Nap'.

At dinner, you'd order Pizza and cook a big ass pot of rice or two. He loved Pizza and so did you, so it was a win-win. He'd try to help with the Rice, but there wasn't much to do so he'll either watch you cook it, or he'll sit in the front waiting for the pizza man while playing with his little puppy, sometimes they'll knock something over, making you call out. "BROLY? WHAT WAS THAT?" You'll ask in a motherly tone. He'll quietly peak around the corner, his little companion sitting upon his head. "Nothing." He'll answer in a nervous yet guilty tone. You'll do nothing but sigh, yet you'll smile at him tenderly.

After Dinner, he'll help you clean the giant pots, and clean the house for the night, it was rare when you'd even have sex with him, due to him not really having a sexual drive. So when you did, you'd get to experience and will enjoy his 'Wild Side'. but other than that, you'd just enjoy his presence as you'll watch TV.

At night, you'll both cuddle in the bed, and Broly will always fall asleep before you, cuddled into your chest, he didn't have a mother growing up, so you were the first thing he ever had closest to one. He loved falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, calming his nerves. Your little puppy cuddled up in between you both.

MASTER LIST

[yeowangies]

Cheeky

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PAIRING: Goku/AFAB!Reader/Broly RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content. WARNINGS: Exhibitionism and Veoyeurism. WORDCOUNT: 865

Summary:

Seeing Goku there every time you decided to open your eyes, with a cheeky smile and obviously aroused, made heat grow in your abdomen. You knew he wasn’t only thrilled about your presence; he was clearly enjoying seeing Broly move as well.

Notes:

For kinktober! Another completed wip that I didn't finish in time. I've been dying to write something with this two, and I have a wip I'll finish someday, but for now I'm happy with this 🥰 @carnal-lnstinct I know you'll enjoy this!

Day 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

It wasn’t a part of your plan to get intimate with Broly in the middle of your garden, but it had simply happened. And the only thing that worried you was the probability of getting stung by a bee or any other insect that might have been around. Living in the countryside had a lot of perks, and one of them was the isolation that came with it; you knew nobody would be watching while you were basically being pounded to the ground.

You had only recently started to go all the way with Broly, and technically you had yet to teach him about certain social norms when it came to sex, like privacy and modesty. At the same time, was it even worth it? You liked that he simply seeked you out when he wanted to. It warmed your heart seeing how adorable he was when he looked at you with big eyes as he carefully put his hands on your body, testing the waters. 

You willingly let him do as he pleased, obviously, and that’s how you ended up with your face down on the grass with only your shirt on, ass up as he deliciously slid his cock in and out of your entrance. With his hands on your hips, he kept you firm in place, grunting breathlessly with every thrust. 

It had taken you a while to get used to his size, but the stretch you felt every time Broly pushed his dick inside you elevated you to the highest heights you never even knew existed. You had only just started and you were already lost in the pleasure building up in your abdomen. 

If it wasn’t for the sudden gush of air you felt, you might not have even noticed Goku had appeared just a few feet away from you, recognizing his boots once you opened your eyes. 

“Woah…” You heard him murmur under his breath. 

Panic rose up inside you and your face immediately heated up as you tried to get up but it was pointless with the tight grip Broly had on you. 

“Wait, Broly-”

“Oh, no, don’t mind me!” Goku said way too casually. “Keep going! You’re doing good, Broly!”

If your face wasn’t already on fire, it was then. You couldn’t even see Broly, but you hoped to God he would stop. It was embarrassing that Goku out of all people had seen you going at it. 

Of course, Broly did not stop, only muttering some words you didn’t quite get, an impossible task when his dick was directly stroking your sweetest spot, making you vibrate intensely. You couldn’t even protest properly with his pace and the harshness of his moves. 

Goku was in your line of vision once you could focus, some feet away from you, sitting underneath a tree, and you could clearly see him now. 

No way.

That blush on his face, the half lidded eyes, the small smile on his lips. He was turned on. By watching you and Broly fuck. 

The idea of being watched was something you never considered, not with Goku at least. He didn’t seem like a sexual being, even with two kids of his own; but the way he was looking at you, with obvious hunger, made you see him in a completely different light. 

You whimpered loudly when Broly buried his cock deep inside, digging his fingers into your flesh. Split open was an understatement; you squeezed your eyes shut and tightened your fist on the dirt underneath you, trying to anchor yourself somehow as he rammed into you with force and speed you’ve never felt before. You wondered briefly if the fact that you were being observed had an effect on him as well. 

Seeing Goku there every time you decided to open your eyes, with a cheeky smile and obviously aroused, made heat grow in your abdomen. You knew he wasn’t only thrilled about your presence; he was clearly enjoying seeing Broly move as well. Your mind took you to places, and you were curious if they would both be into doing this exact same thing again in the future. 

You were dancing on the edge when you noticed Goku sneaking his hand into his pants, and you resented your orgasm for hitting you so soon, before you could actually see him touch himself. Your body trembled, legs twitching as you came with a shaky moan, seeing sparks fly behind your lids. 

Broly didn’t let up, thrusting into you with erratic snaps of his hips, prolonging your climax. At least he was holding you tightly or you would have collapsed. You still couldn’t help the moans spilling from your lips when he came, filling you with his load as he growled loudly. 

It took you a couple of minutes to recover once Broly pulled away from you, his cock slipping out, his cum dripping down your thighs. You felt his presence as he settled beside you on the ground, but when you opened your eyes after a while, you saw Goku, shirtless and kneeling beside you with a grin on his face. 

“That was great, you guys! Can I join in the next round?”

[spilledbeans116]

Happy saiyan day everyone! To celebrate, I did a little self insert x Vegeta one-shot fic! I’m planning on doing one for Broly, Goku, and maybe even Raditz too! :)

Not sure if I’ll have the others done by tonight, but I wanted to share the Vegeta one with you all. The reader’s gender is not mentioned and they aren’t described so you can be you in all of them. Hope you enjoy!

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Saiyan Day • Vegeta x Reader • 838 Words

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“What the hell are you doing?” Vegeta grumbled, crossing his arms and coming to a stop in the doorway to lean against the doorframe. He was in dark blue sweatpants and a casual gray t-shirt, having just woken up from his nap. Well nap was used lightly as he had been out for close to 14 hours after a week long training session with Goku. You, on the other hand, were dressed nicely; your favorite semi-casual clothes causing the prince to raise an eyebrow. “Why are you dressed up?”

You were currently finishing setting your kitchen table with a white tablecloth, plates, napkins, and utensils. A small vase sat in the middle, with a red rose and a candle beside it, and you smiled as you set down two wine glasses. “It’s saiyan day. Since you ‘don’t remember’ your birthday, we have to celebrate something.”

You could see his nose crinkle up a bit as he processed your words, those expressive eyebrows of his as dramatic as always as they furrowed. “The hell do you mean it’s saiyan day? As if your species even knows mine exists.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you shrugged, making your way back into the kitchen. “But the date sort of sounds like ‘saiyan’ if you shorten it, right?”

He rolled his eyes, “you’re grasping at straws.”

“I suppose,” you replied, beginning to stir at some mushrooms and onions on the stove. “But I’m doing it nonetheless.” You tapped the spoon against the pan three times before reducing the heat of the stovetop. You turned on the oven light, squatting down to check how the steaks and baked potatoes were finishing up. “Why are you up already anyway? I thought you’d sleep a little longer?”

He walked into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps echoing slightly around the room. “I smelled something cooking and assumed someone broke in. When do you ever cook anything?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, “I’m surprised you haven’t burned the whole place down yet.”

“Interesting words coming from a man who couldn’t figure out the microwave,” you laughed, standing again and turning to face him.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” He snapped, turning away and pouting.

You giggled a bit and slid on some oven mitts before pulling the pan the steaks and potatoes were on out, shutting the oven off after and placing them on the stovetop carefully. “My point still stands, my prince.”

He blushed at that and took a moment to pause before speaking again. “Did you invite Kakarot as well? Broly?”

You placed your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow. “I said we’re celebrating you, dummy. I know you don’t like large groups, and I can’t imagine you sharing a day with Goku of all people.”

He simply nodded.

You could feel the smile creep up onto your face as you poured the mushrooms and onions into a bowl. “I meannnn if you want them here I guesssss I could-“

“No,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “No, this is good. You were right the first time.”

“Perfect!” You grinned, beginning to make him a plate. “I made you four steaks, but I have more in the fridge if you want me to heat them up; it’ll only take a minute.”

“Four is fine,” he said, coming up behind you and kissing your shoulder. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he pressed his forehead to the back of your neck and ran his hands over your hips. “I still don’t understand why you felt the need to do this.”

“Well, you do a lot for me; hell you do a lot for the whole planet,” you laughed softly. “You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, you help out around the house, keep our friends safe… I wanted to try to return the favor, just a little bit.”

“Thank you.” He went quiet after that, the both of you standing in silence for a few minutes. When he spoke again it was barely a whisper, the deepness of his hushed tone sending a shiver down your spine. “I… love you.”

You could feel the warmth spread across your face as you turned to face him. “I love you too, Vegeta.” You kissed him quickly, causing him to freeze up once more as he was left in shock. “Now go change!” You grinned, turning him around and pushing him out of the kitchen. “I polished your chestplate and boots and everything for this! Enjoy it!”

“Y-you and your damned sneak attacks!” He stuttered, flustered to all hell. He sounded annoyed, but you knew otherwise. He loved you more than he’d ever be able to put into words, and you knew and understood that. You loved him and he loved you, and that’s all you needed to feel at peace. Random day of the year or not, he deserved to feel as special as he made you feel everyday simply by being with him.

[mystery-occasion]

I’ve never posted on here and I don’t know how to go about this but at this point I’m BEGGING. Does anyone have access to the Broly x Reader fic “Run Wild” by alien-boyhasneeds(?). It was on ao3 and I think it’s been deleted but it was my all time favorite Broly fic and I’m so desperate at this point I want it back so bad

(also taking recs I’ve read almost everything on ao3 and here)

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

I’m Glad There Is You (Broly x fem! Reader)

(Tw for traumatic memories; angst, fluff, comfort fic for our bbygirl. I definitely went in with the fluff hope you’re well fed 😩)

The buzzing filled his ears, and his muscles tensed up before the flashes of light filled his eyes and everything went dark. The pain swooped in vengefully, and his throat went raw with screams that didn’t reach his ears. For a moment, everything floated and fell still. Then, light returned, and so did the impact of his tiny body against the harsh rock, and the callous stare of his father as he removed his thumb from the red button on the remote. Broly’s mind wavered between emptiness and overwhelming terror as the roof of their cave swayed above him. As he got his bearings, the boy let some relief pass through; the flash was gone. But the footsteps approached, and tension involuntarily gripped his body.

Tears filled the boy’s eyes—he couldn’t speak, and even if he could, he couldn’t remember. His father was going to press it again, he knew it, he couldn’t answer, and he would anger his father and the flash would come back. He stared up at the rock with terror, unable to breathe in anticipation of the punishment to come. His body was so numb—so numb—he was afraid to try to move and feel nothing; it would scare him more. So he stayed still, and he stayed quiet, hoping his father’s anger would pass and they could go back to dinner before.

Tears filled the boy’s eyes—he couldn’t speak, and even if he could, he couldn’t remember. His father was going to press it again, he knew it, he couldn’t answer, and he would anger his father and the flash would come back. He stared up at the rock with terror, unable to breathe in anticipation of the punishment to come. His body was so numb—so numb—he was afraid to try to move and feel nothing; it would scare him more. So he stayed still, and he stayed quiet, hoping his father’s anger would pass and they could go back to dinner before.

Tears filled the boy’s eyes—he couldn’t speak, and even if he could, he couldn’t remember. His father was going to press it again, he knew it, he couldn’t answer, and he would anger his father and the flash would come back. He stared up at the rock with terror, unable to breathe in anticipation of the punishment to come. His body was so numb—so numb—he was afraid to try to move and feel nothing; it would scare him more. So he stayed still, and he stayed quiet, hoping his father’s anger would pass and they could go back to dinner before.

But it didn’t.

“Broly.”

He winced internally.

“I asked you a question, boy.”

Whimpering, he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself. He kept calling his name.

“Broly!”

At a certain point, the voice started to fade away, growing thin and gray in his ears.

“Broly!”

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder made his eyes fly open. Everything was dark. Everything was soft.

“Broly,” she whispered again, “Broly, wake up.”

His head was spinning as her gentle touch caressed his arm and massaged his knitted brow. The scent of artificial freshener in her sheets reminded him—Y/N. He wasn’t on Vampa, he wasn’t with his father, he was with her. He released the grip he’d had on the mattress, and the numbness of his body subsided.

“Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Hey,” she greeted, kissing his cheek, “Hey, you’re here with me.”

Her voice eased his heart, and the gentle drizzling outside returned to his ears. With a small smile, he turned over to face her, reached out for her face and cupped her chin in his hand, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yes, I am.”

Y/N smiled as he pulled her against his chest, cradling her against him, taking a deep breath. She listened to his slowing heartbeat, closing her eyes. The drizzle suddenly grew into a downpour.

“It’s raining again,” Broly remarked quietly, stroking her hair.

She chuckled. “Do you wanna go see?”

“Can we?”

She laughed, easing out of his arms and sitting up on her knees.

“Okay. Let’s go. We’ll have some hot chocolate.”

The feeling of her body disappearing against his made him frown. On second thought, he didn’t feel too fond of leaving the bed. She climbed over him and grabbed his hand to get him to sit up, and laughed when he resisted.

“C’mon, big guy,” she said, “I’m not gettin’ back in…”

Broly still didn’t give, taking in her touch; taking in what he could make out of her figure in the dark. She tugged on his hand gently.

“C’mon. Let’s put on some music and enjoy the rain. We can still cuddle.”

“Hmm.”

With a light sigh, he got up, the bed creaking under his shifting weight. Y/N hit the light switch and turned on the lamp that sat on nightstand. Broly squinted as he stood up. He watched as she put on a pair of pajama pants over her bare lower body, thinking of how her sighs of pleasure sounded before they’d gone to bed earlier, how as they fell asleep she’d said, as she always did, ‘I love you’. She passed him a pair of sweatpants that he put on, and he quickly took her into his arms. She laughed as they went to the kitchen.

“Broly, put me down, I can’t reach anything,” she insisted gently between her laughter.

He was placing little kisses on her neck and shoulder and cheek, inhaling her skin, feeling her joy vibrating against him.

“I’ll get it for you,” he muttered.

“Once I’m done we’re gonna have plenty of time to fuse on the couch, m’kay? It’ll take like…ten minutes.”

He let out a displeased grumble, which made her giggle.

“Just ten.”

He set her down on her feet, and hovered behind her as she prepared the hot chocolate.

To be fair, he did enjoy the hot chocolate. It was just one of many things that he could’ve never imagined existing growing up on Vampa—he’d been glad to discover many more pleasures to enjoy beyond water and biscuits. The greatest, though, stood before him, adding spices to her delicious elixir, always giving him a smile and a tender touch, humming her little songs as they folded laundry and tended to the garden in the backyard. She was more than a pleasure, though.

She was everything—she had been the paradise he always dreamed of, the one that dulled his thirst, eased the ache in his muscles, made the flashes pass easier. He touched his neck at the memory with a quiet sigh.

Yes, he became more sure each passing day. He’d been searching for her his entire life.

“Wow, it’s really not letting up, huh?”

Y/N stared at the rain beating down against the window, her eyes growing heavy.

The record played softly behind the sound of the pouring outside. Broly held her tighter, nuzzling the crook of her neck, gently massaging anything he could get his hands on—her hips, her waist. She had grown quiet, relaxed under his touch.

She hummed along quietly with the lyrics.

In this world of ordinary people

Extraordinary people

I'm glad there is you

She let out a soft sigh, taking his hands and wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning back against him.

“I love this song.”

In this world of overrated pleasures

And underrated treasures

I'm glad there is you

Broly loved this song, too.

[dalissy]

Despite being the main character of their respective piece of media, Clark and Broly are actually the Kens of my most cherished Barbies (Lois and Cheelai)

[thepariahcontinuum]

So, I'm writing a 'Season finale' Chapter of my current fic and when I say that it's getting seriously Sci-Fi Horror vibes, I'm taking inspiration from

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Reader gets some lovin'

Soooo...How about a harem AU for Valentine's day, where the reader gets into a poly relationship with Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and Future Trunks? Might add some Broly too ;) Edit: For peeps liking this post now: here is the actual fic!

[karume-everything-else]

Day 15 "You can't be here"

Reader x Broly [DBZ]

The sudden shaking from outside woke you from a deep slumber. This alien planet you found yourself on was somehow starting to collapse. How you managed to sleep through whatever caused this is beyond you. Even trying to step outside was proving difficult as you were leaping over large rocks as the ground beneath you shifted.

You held onto a pillar and saw a hulk of a man flying around, toying with everyone you'd traveled here with. It confused you to no end, especially since you couldn't see Broly anywhere.

But that was because you were looking for a skinny, purple-haired man.

The giant hulk had stopped suddenly, the two of you locking eyes, "[Name]?"

You stepped back a tiny bit, "What? Who are you?"

"It... You can't be here!" None of the attacks landing on him were doing anything, "I thought you'd escaped!"

"How do you know me?"

You kept backing away from this figure of muscles. Yet you didn't feel very threatened... while you were confused, you didn't feel like this person was going to hurt you. While you attempted to get information, it felt more like a constant loop.

Though the rest of the people you'd come to this planet with were starting to take advantage of the time you were creating by talking to the new figure.

And somehow when you started smacking Broly's chest hurt him despite you having to hold onto your own hands between slaps. You were too busy ranting at Broly for destroying the planet while he attempted to stop you as gently as possible.

[rumblebat]

hello, my dearest reader! 🩶

I am back with another poll. As similar to the last one: the one that has the most votes will get their story first, then so on and so forth.

I’m wanting to do a few special Halloween stories for you all! 🎃 Buuuuut, I want your input. It will be in an older fashion, remember 7 minutes in Heaven? Oh yes, the memories!!

[blossombriefs]

Legendary [A Broly FanFiction]

As part of the Frieza Force, your assigned role was to track down the legendary Super Saiyan. Travelling through the galaxy is almost second nature to you. The only problem is... you don't even remember where you came from... or who you are...

Wattpad Story Link (if you'd prefer to read it there, I'll be uploading on both Tumblr and Wattpad)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

[geekedoutbunny]

Love the DBZ stories!!! Can I request one? Can I have a one-shot with Broly, where he protects the reader from bullies, & then one time skip later, they comfort him from a nightmare?

Broly x Reader Oneshot - Protective Love

OH YAY!!! ANOTHER DBZ ASK!!!! THANK YOU!!!! For the request, I'll be sure to try and bring it justice!!

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

Being a crew member on Frieza's ship was rough at times, you were the runt of the group, one of the smaller members, you weren't very strong and you always tried to stay hidden from the stronger warrior types of the ship.

You were usually bullied by the ones who were just a little stronger than you, sometimes Cheelei and Lemon would come to your rescue, but they were only able to help so much before they were off on their next mission to get money. But this time around they came back with a new friend, named Broly.

Broly was kind, he was sweet and gentle. He was giant in size and powerful in strength, yet he always showed you a kind smile. You both became close friends rather quickly. And you were both always seen with one another, but today was like any other day, and Broly was in a meeting with his father Paragus, they were summoned by Lord Frieza himself.

You were slammed into the wall, your back bouncing off of it slightly and you whined from the harshness of it, a gloved hand slammed on the wall next to your head and you jumped. You looked up at your tormentors, they weren't much taller than you but they were stronger and they used that to their advantage.

"Alright starlight so bright, hand over the cash." He said with a cocky smirk as he held out his other hand, you scowled and fired back. "NO!! I shouldn't have to give you my money!! If you weren't so lazy, then you'd probably make a few bucks yourself!!" You defended, you were scared, but you'd go down fighting.

He frowned at you, before he punched you, making you lose your air and your grip on your money bag, it slipped out of your hand and it hit the floor, his partner in crime picked it up and waved it at you teasingly. "Hehehe, that's starlight!!" He said with a cheeky smile. The leader of the two roughly pushed you back against the wall before he stepped back. "Nice doing business as usual with ya." He said in a cruel tone before he and his friend turned to leave.

But they were stopped when they ran into something warm and solid. They both staggered back and growled up at the thing they ran into. "HEY!! WATCH IT, PAL!!" The lackie growled out, his 'boss' chimed up next. "YEA, WATCH OUT, YOU OVERGROWN BUFFOON!!" He said. You looked on in happiness and gratitude as you saw your good friend Broly. "BROLY!!" You happily called out. They all ignored you, in favor of glaring at one another.

Broly spoke up. "Give it back." He demanded. They both glared at him a little longer before they laughed. "Oh, I get it, you're friends with that little shit?" the leader said in a cruel tone. Broly glared at him. "Yes, now give it back, now." He demanded once more. They two looked at one another before they took fighting positions. "Why don't you make us?" The lackie said, a cocky smirk on his face.

You watched as they charged at Broly and your heart went up your throat, but Broly took all of their hits with little to no care, they continued their assault, before they backed up, out of breath and slightly frightened. "What the hell are you?" The lacky called out in confusion and anger. The 'boss' growled out. "A DEAD MAN, THAT'S WHAT!!" He shouted as he raised his hand up and charged a powerful attack.

His friend backed up in fear as he stared at his friend like he was crazy. "ARE YOU INSANE!? YOU'LL BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIP UP!!" He shouted in fear, and his 'boss' shouted back. "I DON'T CARE, NOBODY MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME!!!" He shouted, blinded by his rage and he shot his attack. "RED CRUTON!!!" He shouted, as the blast shot out and towards the Broly. Your eyes widen from the sheer power and your clothes blew back from the wind of it.

"BROLY MOVE!!!" You shouted out in desperation, but Broly stood there, letting the blast engulf him, it blew up on contact and the whole ship shook. You braced yourself against the wall, enduring the shake until it stopped, you then opened your eyes and you saw that it was black smoke fogging up the hall, all you could see was the one who shot the blast. He was out of breath and he gave a cocky smirk. "Heh, taught him." He said, but his eyes widen and he dropped his hand shakily as Broly's form could be seen through the smoke.

"This... can't be!" He said in shock as he took a step back. His friend shouted out. "HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE!?" He said in shock, you stared on amazed, but you all jumped back when a large hand shot through the smoke, grabbing the 'boss's' head in a crushing grip. He screamed and kicked as he tried to pry his hand off of his head. Broly grunted before he shouted in fury his hand closing its grip tighter. His friend looked on in horror before he got up and took off, leaving his friend behind, while dropping your bag of coins in the process.

But you didn't look at them, your eyes focused on Broly. "Broly... stop it." You said in a small voice, fearful of the beast that he's become. He didn't pay you any mind, his hand constantly getting tighter, blood coming out of his ears and nose as his head was being crushed, and his painful screams made you stand up. "Broly, I said stop!!" You said in a louder voice, but you went unheard again, and the sound of a bone breaking made you yell out. "STOP IIIT!!!!"

Broly snapped out of his rage and he looked over at you, hot tears filled your eyes as you stared up at him. "Put him down Broly, I don't want you staining your hands with blood." You softly said, at your words, he seemed to register that he was holding him, and he quickly dropped him, his breathing got faster as he looked around frantically, but the soft touch of your hand on his arm made him shift his frantic gaze down at you, and you smiled up at him.

"It's okay, Broly. I promise." You said, at that, he slowly began calming down, and relaxed. You smiled, happy to see that you got him to relax. You then walked back over to where your money bag was and you picked it up. "Come on, let's go get your hands clean, and then afterward, we can buy some lunch!!" You happily said. He smiled at your words and he agreed.

A few years later, you and Broly were living on earth, after having escaped Friza's Ship, you both made a life for yourselves on Earth, the only planet that Frieza stays away from, you both eventually got married and settled down on Earth. Life was peaceful and all was calm. You were both having a famous 'Broly Nap', you were both in your bed, cuddled up and out like a light.

You were sound asleep when you felt Broly moving, you thought no more of it, simply as him shifting or getting up to use the bathroom, but he kept on shifting and then he began to grunt and whine. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, rubbing the sleep away, before you looked over at him. "Broly?" You sleepily called his name. He was asleep, but he looked troubled.

You looked at him with concern and then reached over to gently shake him awake. "Broly, get up. It's okay it's just a dream. Wake u-AAAH!!" You screamed as he suddenly opened his eyes and he flipped over you, his fist balled up and ready to punch you into the mattress, but his fist stopped a few inches from your face. You held your breath, eyes closed. But you slowly opened them when you felt him shift.

He pulled his fist back and stared at you for a second before his brain registered who you were, and he relaxed. "Sorry." He said before he sat back on his side. You laid there a little longer before you sat up too and you turned towards him. "It's okay Broly." You said in a soft voice, the guilty look on his face made you feel sorry for him. You both sat there in silence a little longer, before you spoke up. "Wanna talk about it?" You asked him.

He shook his head, no, and then he simply laid down on his side facing you. You stared at him a little longer, before you propped your pillow up against the backboard and you scooted back against it. You then patted your lap, and he quickly placed his head on your lap and hugged your waist. His face buried into your stomach. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and hummed a little tune, while your other hand rubbed his back.

You were used to him having nightmares, they weren't common, but they did happen. But you were there for him, just like he was there for you all those years ago, your love was protective, and it kept you both strong.

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

[yeowangies]

Offering

PAIRING: Broly/F!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: AU, Explicit Sexual Content. WARNINGS: Monsterfucking, Size Difference, Some Spooky Themes WORDCOUNT: 1802

Summary:

Every year, some poor soul got selected as an offering to the beast that inhabited the labyrinth surrounding the city.

And that year, that poor soul was you. 

Notes:

For kinktober! This might be a bit ooc, but it's an AU so I'm allowed I guess? I wanted to write one of my Saiyan boys in their ssj4 form, and I guess Broly was the one for it.

This is one of the submissions that have a spooky theme to it, but it's only a little. There's no blood or gore or horror, but just a heads up!

I'm tagging @carnal-lnstinct cause I know you'll enjoy this 😈

Day 13: Size Difference

You hadn’t been expecting this at all. After all, how unlucky could you be, to be selected as a sacrifice, when your city was so big?

Every year, some poor soul got selected as an offering to the beast that inhabited the labyrinth surrounding the city. Every single person was automatically considered for it, and the offering was drawn by lots. 

And that year, that poor soul was you. 

There you were, dressed in your best clothes, after a whole day of banquets and being given the best treatment, because of course, you wouldn’t be coming back alive. Your mind was still frozen, even when you were standing at the entrance of the labyrinth with nowhere else to go but forward. You must have stood completely still for what felt like an eternity before you decided to move, venturing in whatever was waiting for you in that maze. 

Uncertainty and anxiety flooded your mind the more you wandered, and while you knew there was a way out, you pondered on the possibility of actually finding the exit. Has anyone actually gotten out of there alive? If they did, they obviously didn’t return to the city. Why would they? The people there made human offerings a tradition. 

The sun was still out when you arrived, but it was getting darker, and all you had with you were matches to help you. You had to use them once the night fell, but by then you were already tired and pissed off. Maybe being thrown into a volcano would have been less anxiety inducing. 

Your feet were hurting after a few hours but you didn’t want to stop walking; it made you feel less vulnerable even if it was all just in your head. You still crouched down to rest for a minute, and then you felt it. 

A chill up your spine first. Hair standing on your arms and the back of your neck. Gravity seemingly increasing. 

When you turned, there was something or someone towering above you. 

You gasped, falling back on your butt and backing away desperately, keeping your eyes on whatever was in front of you. It was dark enough to make it hard for your eyes to focus but you didn’t even dare to avert your gaze, in case it decided to attack you. 

But what did it matter if you stopped looking? It might attack you either way. 

When your back hit the wall behind you, you froze. Knowing your feet would fail you if you got up, you stood still, swallowing loudly. The figure in front of you didn’t faze, and the more you stared, the less defined were its traits. Maybe you’d die from a fight if you could really see it. 

You flinched when it took a few steps towards you, and the closer it got, the clearer you saw; he was some kind of man with long dark hair, reddish fur covering his arms and parts of his torso, and a green pelt wrapped around his waist. You didn’t even notice you were trembling until he kneeled down in front of you and reached for you with his hand. 

Closing your eyes, waiting for some kind of pain to hit you, it took ages until you felt his fingers touch your face. Gently. 

“A woman.” A deep and low voice. It took you by surprise that he even spoke, so you looked at him in shock. “It’s been a while since they sent a woman.”

“Yo-You can talk?” You asked quietly. He looked at you, confused, as he pulled his hand away. Seeing his face with clarity, you noticed that he was actually handsome, to your own surprise, with tanned skin, and a scar on his left cheek. “Are you… You are the monster guarding this maze, aren’t you?”

His brow furrowed deeply, and you gulped. 

“Yes, I’m guarding this labyrinth.”

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“Why do your people always think I’m going to do something?”

“Gee, I don’t know, because no one ever comes back?” You rolled your eyes. 

His chuckle caught you off guard, and you looked at him with eyes wide open. 

“Most of them didn’t want to go back.”

“What?”

“I just showed them the way out.”

No way. 

So this creature wasn’t going to eat you, or disembowel you, or whatever? 

“Are you for real?”

“Yes.” He looked perplexed once more, frowning slightly. 

“So you’d… let me go?”

“Yes?”

You let out a long sigh, but the tension in your body didn’t leave you just yet. 

Keeping your eyes on him, you scanned him slowly. Despite his appearance, his expression was soft, and his gaze was gentle. The scar on his chest caught your attention; maybe he wasn’t a monster like you assumed, especially if everything he said was true. 

“How did you get those scars?” You asked him, looking into his eyes.

He only blinked in response, but by simply noticing the shift in his gaze you knew; most likely the offerings had tried to hurt him. 

Strange. You didn’t feel as afraid anymore, but you were sweaty and still slightly nervous from the tension you felt a minute ago. His gaze fixed on you, roaming your body slowly, making your temperature raise; he was huge and that was intimidating enough, but you couldn’t decipher the gleam in his eyes. 

“Are you still afraid?” He asked after a minute. 

“I’m a little shaky… It’s weird that you don’t seem like the monster everyone thought you were.”

His appearance was definitely not human, but even in his deep voice, he spoke so gently. And when he touched your cheek, even his skin felt soft. 

So far, he seemed more humane than anyone you might have known. 

His hand touched your thigh, and you looked at it curiously. It definitely was enormous, even compared to your leg, and the skin in direct contact with his fingers felt even hotter. 

Strange, strange, strange.

“Maybe you’ll feel better if I help.” His voice got lower and his eyes darker. 

Oh. 

You wondered how much you could trust him, no matter that he told you he wasn’t going to hurt you; being intimate with someone you were terrified of only five minutes after meeting him didn’t sound like a good idea. But maybe you liked the thrill of it. You had nothing to lose either way; you definitely couldn’t get away from him even if you tried. You didn’t really want to. 

When his hand slid higher, you let it. As it sneaked under your shirt, you slowly reached out to touch him, fingers tracing over the rough fur on his arm. The more you touched, the more it seemed like an animal’s until you glided your hand over his chest. His skin was hardened yet still smooth.

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your waist, sliding you down until you were flat on the ground. You yelped as he tugged down your pants, getting rid of them and your shoes in the blink of an eye. 

When he lifted your hips up towards his face, you stared in shock. If it wasn’t for your panties, he would be face to face with your sex. You didn’t have the chance to complain before he pressed his mouth over the fabric, making you flinch. 

Your mind was in shambles; you had been wearing your clothes all day and you were sweaty, what he was doing couldn’t possibly embarrass you more but he didn’t even seem fazed. He looked at you through hooded lids, gauging your reaction as he ate you out through your underwear, and all you could do was whimper, thighs twitching every once in a while when his tongue pressed against your clothed clit. 

Moving your panties to the side to get better access, he licked, kissed and mouthed at your sensitive skin until you turned into jelly. Your orgasm had never felt so strong, and if it wasn’t for his hands holding you up, you would have collapsed onto the floor from the sheer force of it. 

Getting rid of his pelt to slide it underneath you, letting you use it as a makeshift bed, you noticed his tail, swaying excitedly behind him. You were still in a haze, but it didn’t even surprise you that he had one. What caught your attention was his bulge before he pulled down his pants. 

Shit. Would that even fit?

His cock was thick, long and huge, commensurable to the rest of his body. At least he didn’t have any fur on it, or you'd be extra worried, but his size still stunned you. That couldn’t be right; he had prepared you extensively and he had done it so well, but there’s no way you were ready for that. 

“I’ll go slow.” He assured you when he noticed your face. The panic in it must have been obvious. 

When he shifted closer, holding your thighs in his hands, you said your name before asking for his. He seemed taken aback that you even asked. 

“Broly.”

“Pretty name.” You said quietly, smiling when he blushed. 

As Broly slowly pushed in, the initial stretch made you moan sharply. It was never ending, you felt completely full at once, but he seemed to still have a lot more to give you. His grip on your thighs grew tighter, surely leaving bruises, and he panted like a wounded animal when his hips finally met yours. 

Your legs trembled as you got used to his size, and you were both afraid and thrilled that it would hurt. His eyes were focused on your face, brows furrowed as he stood still, waiting for you to relax. Lust flooded his gaze, but there was something akin to affection. 

Weird. He only just met you. 

When you sighed, sliding your hands towards his shoulders to bring him closer, Broly snapped his hips forward. You gasped, throwing your head back; it definitely hurt but jolts of pleasure traveled through your veins, making your entire body tremble when he did it again. His cock obviously reached every sensitive spot inside you without even trying. 

Digging your nails into his pelage, you couldn’t help all the noises spilling from your lips the more he thrusted into you, especially as he picked up his pace. He had pulled up your shirt, massaging your breasts as he deliciously slid his cock in and out of you. 

Completely lost in the sensation, no affair had ever been so delightfully painful, and no one had ever made you feel this full. Threading your fingers into his hair, you urged Broly to lean down for a kiss, and he complied, staring at you with the same lustful and gentle eyes as pressed his lips to yours. 

[kullundee]

just watched hazbin hotel

[a-bad-poem]

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