#and bulma for that matter...

[dailycupofcreativitea]

how in the world do u get hair so good in the dbz style ,, hair in general is so hard ToT

I put together a little "tutorial", but I just break it down into segments as close to the reference as possible, then as long as the generic "segments" are visible, you can mess them up with bending/swishing/swooshing/drooping/etc. as much as you want!

That's pretty much it (and practice, and fearlessness). Let me know if you need me to elaborate on anything!

[diabla91]

Bulma: Vegeta! Quit the fight!

Vegeta: No way! I'd rather die!

Bulma: Fine! No more bath time fun time!

Vegeta:

[funktobacillus]

i've never seen dragon ball z.

[shannonsketches]

lays on the floor do y’all ever think about how hardcore Goku’s transformation into ssj was from a grief born of love and how intense Gohan’s into ssj2 was from a grief born of love and how at the sight of his wife being hit but still knowing she was alive Vegeta in ssj1 was able to do what Goku couldn’t achieve in ssj3 and we have no idea what intense grief born of love would do to him but we do know that him letting himself feel unbridled joy made him absolutely terrifying

I think about that a lot

[bumblingbriars]

Quick sister shenanigans on Namek before I attempt to sleep lol. Max eventually learns how to fly and sense ki 💙💛

[tenshindon]

To be fair we don’t know if Bulma saying Yamcha cheated on her was in a malicious way it could of just been a fact she told Trunks remember we only here this from Trunks not her… I think do we? If she said “the bastard cheated on me fuck him.” Then she’s still a bitch, but if Trunks asked about them and she said “yeah we dated but he cheated on me so we cut it.” Than that’s a difference story.

its still making yamcha out to be a cheater though when we've seen bulma's track record of being unfaithful to yamcha (or at the very least having a very active eye on other men while she was dating him)

even if she didnt say anything derogatory and just tried to pass it off as a fact, shes still depicting yamcha as a disloyal man when- if anything- his loyalty to her was to a fault, and its awful she seldom acknowledges his efforts to be a good boyfriend

[treepan0]

added a new chapter, my thing is just being dumb

decided I might as well, I’ve been making sure various fandom thinking juices don’t deplete from exhaustion

[gallusrostromegalus]

I thought it would amuse you to know that ky current combo hyperfocus on your zaraki in aeiwam and dragon ball has birthed the mental image of zaraki having monthly Saiyan Punchups (it'd be more often but the saiyans wives said no. Well. Bulma amd chichi said no. Videl joins in)

Unohana would be setting up a table with umbrella and viewing opera-glasses-style binoculars and a pitcher of VERY strong mimosas and selling Bulma and Chichi on the mental and physical health benefits of letting their respective man-things regularly beat the crap out of each other. Sure, that'd be terrible for you- but for them it enrichment, like that zoo that does tug-of-war with the lions. It's fine! You can trust her, she's a doctor!

It's only sort of working until Fellow Member of the Zaraki Management Team Yumichika shows up, and he speaks fluent Bitch (affectionate), and instead points out that this is good, actually. Their various men-things could have WAY WORSE ways of cutting loose than martial arts- drinking, gambling, adultery, miniatures building, or God forbid, GOLF! I'm sure you've all heard the horror stories from the less-fortunate wives at the PTA. You're quite lucky really - you get to see them being shirtless and athletic and it's very, very pretty and this hobby doesn't even cost money, just beans! Speaking of cute round things, where is his husband-?

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Krillin and Ikkaku are having "Bald Men Who Are Possibly The Strongest Humans Alive But Look Like Wimps Because Their Besties Are Literal Gods And Are Married to Extremely Hot And Violently Insane Bitches With Bob Cuts" bonding time. Yachiru and Marron are having "Weird Little Girl" bonding time.

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Once the concerns are assuaged ("brief periods of intestinal ventilation really do improve their internal biome!", it's mixed drinks and complaining about things as a group bonding experience time, and this further cements the monthly punch-up in a positive light. Unohana herself does not participate because Despite his best efforts, Yumichika has only barely sold Bulma on the idea that her little wolverine of a man will be alright and decapitating him in front of her will not help, no matter HOW FAST she puts his head back on.

...Maybe next month.

[xcherricutie]

⟡ 𓆩 angelic toxins 𓆪 ⟡

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

[Yandere!Son Goku × F!Reader]

[word count - 2k]

[synopsis - Love is a foreign concept to Goku. So he doesn't understand why you make him so sick, why he can't stand to be around you and not have you in his arms. His love twists into something out of his control when he loses you]

[tags - yandere, possessive behavior, obsession, blood, death, toxic love, angst]

[notes - I wrote the first 800 words of this at 1 in the morning, and the second half I kind of forced myself to write. I've had a lack of creativity, inspiration, and been in a writing rut for a few months now, so it may not be the best. I tried lol]

[Semi-proofread]

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Something about you pulled Goku in like a reel. Like you knew exactly what you were doing, slowly and carefully pulling Goku into a deep trap from which he could never escape. The deeper he fell, the more he wondered what sort of toxin, what sort of poison you must've slipped him that made him so dizzy for you. Just your mere presence sent his heart and mind into a spiral that went deeper and deeper, digging a hole in his heart. 

You invaded his mind at every waking moment. There was no peace from the insanity that you wreaked within him. No matter how much he ran, it felt like you were at every corner, waiting for him to fall back into your arms. The kicker? You didn't even know you did this to him. It was obvious in the way you acted; only getting as close as a friend comfortably could. You never initiated physical contact, never said anything remotely flirtatious. You were a best friend for all intents and purposes. 

Goku was not an emotional person. It wasn't something he quite understood. He didn't know how to react when overwhelmed with intense emotion. It festered deep inside him, worsening with every dream you appeared to him in, like an angel descending from the heavens just for him. Goku couldn't place what it was that had him following you like a sick puppy. He equally loved everything about you, from your bubbly, kind but shy personality, to the way your hair framed your face, shielding your sweet, soft skin from the setting sun. You truly were an angel in his world. 

After his emotions had overwhelmed him to the point of melting an irreparable hole in his heart, he had finally asked for help from his closest friend and confidante, Bulma. And that was when the final piece that he had been unable to see this whole time finally revealed itself, like a blindfold had been lifted from his eyes. He was madly in love with you, and had been for nearly two years. Two years of suffering in silence, watching you from the corner of his eyes at their gathering of friends. Two years of his chest aching with a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced watching you give everyone attention but him. Two years of his love festering and spiraling almost out of his control. Emotions weren't Goku's strong point. In fact, they were known to be explosive before. 

It all had happened so fast. Goku's life was always a blur, but it was too much, too fast. A fight had broken out, and Goku had to get involved. It unraveled faster than he could control. 

People die. It's a natural cycle of life. You live, you experience life, and you die. Goku had seen his fair share of death before, and often had to go out of his way to reverse it via the Dragon Balls. But this was different. Because this time, it wasn't just anyone, it was you. 

The very second Goku realized what had happened, he was at your side in an instant. You were just a small, frail human. Humans were fragile. You weren't supposed to be there, you weren't supposed to follow Goku, you should've stayed put where he had told you to. You never listened to Goku, and now it would cost you gravely. 

Blood trickled out of places you didn't know possible, namely your ears. They rang louder than the explosions going off in the distance. You couldn't hear Goku's voice as he lifted you by your shoulders, pain streaking through your body, burning you alive. You couldn't move your fingers; you couldn't beg your arm to lift itself and wipe the tears that streamed down his bloodied cheeks. 

People die, it's natural. You live and experience life. But you felt as though you had squandered your chance to truly live. You had been a coward, and never spoke of the feelings that had lingered within your heart, lest they be unrequited. 

Your lips, cracked and sticky with blood, parted as a whisper of your broken voice slipped out. You could only hope your words reached him, and your voice hadn't already failed you like your hearing had. 

“I love you, I'm sorry.” 

You felt Goku's fingers digging into your skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, lashes wet with tears, teardrops dripping down from his cheeks. A single thought crossed your mind as you realized you had never seen Goku cry. After all, he wasn't an emotional person. 

He pulled you close, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. Heat brushed against you, clashing with the freezing cold sensation that had begun to settle within you, like you were slowly sinking into a frozen pond. Spots blurred your vision, melting away into a darkness unlike anything you had ever experienced, like you were falling into a sleep from which you would never wake, your permanent slumber. Goku's jaw moved, like he was speaking, but no words reached you. Only pure silence, and the fading feeling of his warmth. It was cold, but you couldn't remember why anymore, and you couldn't remember why you missed the warmth. 

A moment of silence passed, and it was just the two of you in the entire world. If only it were other circumstances that caused this feeling, of being alone with you. And now you were slipping away, leaving him all alone. 

Then that moment passed, taking it with you. Your body grew cold and stiff, your last breath the scent of Goku as he held you. Laying you down to rest, his eyes lingered on the dull color of your own. It was the first time Goku had seen the life fade from someone's eyes, the vibrant color that had once made him smile now a far cry from the lifeless eyes that gazed up at him. 

Within the festering of his own emotions, a coil pulled tight, his fingers digging into your cold arms. If only he had paid more attention, noticed the danger you were in. If only he were stronger. You had depended on him, and he failed you. It was all his fault. 

And suddenly, that coil snapped, like he had blacked out. He didn't remember what happened, and only came to the day after. He thought it was a dream, until it was broken to him that you were still gone. Everything hit him all at once just like before, his chest burning, like his heart was simply going to pop. 

Against Bulma's recommendations, telling him he needed rest, Goku had left with the Dragon Ball radar. It was just like all the other times. He had seen people die before, and many times he had brought them back with the Dragon Balls. 

The minute your eyes peeked open once again, the vibrant color that Goku had come to know returning, you were suddenly smothered in a searing, suffocating kiss. Fingers dug into your soft flesh, holding you down against himself as Goku burned a kiss into your lips. You were all his now, and he swore to himself you would never leave his sight again. 

Your life never returned to normal. Goku was your best friend, you knew him as well as you knew yourself, but something wasn't right anymore. He didn't feel like the same person. Something about him had changed after your death. 

You first noticed a difference when he never left your side, and you swore his eyes never left you. The first few days after your resurrection, Bulma had requested you to stay at her place just to make sure you were all good. Goku never left your room, not even when you were sleeping. One night, you stirred awake, an unsettling feeling sinking into your stomach. Alarms blared in the back of your mind, the very base of your instincts telling you that there was a predator nearby, about to pounce. You could feel it, his eyes on you. Burning holes through your back. Never leaving you alone. 

You forced your panic deep down and closed your eyes, telling yourself to sleep. It was just Goku. He was your best friend. You knew him like you knew yourself. You thought you did. But this was new. 

Now every night, you were waking up around the same time, feeling his stare on you. Until the third night, when you awoke, something felt different. You no longer felt his eyes on you. 

Instead, you felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you against his chest. Your blood ran cold, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You tried to calm your heart, reminding yourself that you were a couple now, but the way he had been acting every night made you wary. Was he awake? Did he know you were awake? 

Slowly, hesitantly, you turned your body over, turning to face Goku. You let out a nearly audible sigh of relief to see his eyes shut, mouth wide open as he snored softly. Perhaps you had been wrong about everything, and was simply paranoid thanks to your death. There was also the chance that Goku was paranoid as well, and hadn't been able to sleep the last few days. 

The thought helped to calm you, allowing yourself to relax against his chest. For a moment, it felt as though your life was finally falling back into normalcy. You failed to notice his grip on you tightening, his eye peeking open to look down at you. 

It felt like an eternity before Bulma finally dismissed you, saying you were in good health. You were excited to finally get to return to your home and get some proper rest. 

Then Goku followed you home. He was immediately following after you as you left for your home, whining about you leaving him. He gave you that goofy grin you always knew, but something about it felt off, disingenuous. You pushed it down, chalking it up to paranoia again. 

You let Goku into your home. It wasn't his first time being there, but this time, it felt like you had unleashed something into your house, like you were the prey that had its territory invaded by a predator. The grin that he gave you as he closed the door behind him, not bothering to hide as he locked it making your heart sink. 

He promised that it was just to keep you safe. You were fragile, as he had put it. It suddenly felt like you were trapped in your own home, the walls closing in on you as he stepped forward. He promised you he would never let anything happen to you again. You were all his now. He promised it. 

His fingers gripped your arms tightly, nausea swirling within you as love festered within him. Love turned into possessiveness, and possessiveness turned into obsession. He was hooked on the poison that was you, his delicate angel that he had to protect. 

His lips were against your own, teeth digging into your bottom lip, your eyes watering. Where had your love gone? This wasn't the same man you had fallen in love with before your death. You thought you knew him as well as yourself. You truly thought you did, but this wasn't what you knew. 

“I love you, I'm sorry.” 

Goku apologized. He knew his love had spiraled out of control. After all, it was a well-known fact that, despite not being an emotional person, his emotions could become explosive. He would never be able to let you go again. You were his, and he was yours. 

Something about you drove him to madness. Like you knew exactly what you were doing, faking your innocence, but he knew it was real. You were his innocent angel, who had no idea what sort of effect you had on him. But you loved him, and now you had fallen into a trap of his own setting. 

You were an angel, and he wasn't afraid to taint you with his love.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ -cherricutie

[yeowangies]

Unexpected yet sweet

PAIRING: Goku/Broly/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, First time, Voyeurism, First time blowjobs, Threesome (F/M/M), Cunnilingus, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Spit as Lube, Unprotected Sex, Implied Cheating. WORDCOUNT: 8813.

Summary:

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable.

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Notes:

I spent sooo long writing this fic, it's insane. I love threesomes but at the same time they are so difficult to write. I'm still taking one for the team!

There's a lot warnings and heads up: Broly/Goku and Goku/Reader are minor relationships but it's there anyway, the focus is Broly/Reader; the implied cheating is there, but i clarified a lot of things at the end, i just don't wanna spoil the story; this fic has a plot, but imo it's a small plot in comparison, most of it is just porn lmao

Also the reader is a selfish person, I enjoyed writing her lmaooo

Enjoy! Thank you reading this monstruosity lmao

divider by @/adornedwithlight

When Goku brought Broly to stay on Earth for some time, you were curious about what another Saiyan would be like. You had Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa’s images in your head, so you were expecting another callous, ruthless warrior who only wanted to fight no matter what. But instead, Broly was just a sweet man, clueless about the universe and even more so about how relationships worked. He reminded you a bit of Goku when he was a kid, with no idea about social norms. 

Bulma had told you about his fight against Goku and Vegeta, and Goku had mentioned some things about the training they sometimes went through on Beerus’ planet. You can only imagine what Broly’s life would have been like before all that, but he seemed unaffected, always calm and easy going. 

So you were happy to help, and you let Broly stay in your house when he wasn’t training with Goku and Vegeta. He was gone for the most part, but when he was home, he was curious about everything. It was cute, you could tell he was shy about asking you about things he didn’t understand, but you had no problem in explaining things to him. Like how the stove worked, or why it rained sometimes, or how the plumbing system operated. Explaining that last one to him was a headache because you weren’t even sure about it yourself. 

The more time you spent with him, you started wondering about how much he knew about other things. Broly was a grown man who had lived on an isolated planet with his father until very recently, and the only woman he had been around for some time was Cheelai. He couldn’t possibly be a virgin, right? Especially not with those looks. You’re not sure about how attractiveness is perceived in other planets, but he sure was handsome on Earth. Gorgeous, tall and mysterious, that would make any woman and even men go after him. You didn’t ask him about it, but you let the thought dwell on you more than it should. 

Goku took him away to train for a few months, and that’s all it took for the desire you had to consume you. Maybe it was wrong to think so much about it, but you couldn’t help it. You had been with Broly for a while now, and you had seen him shirtless a handful of times too, your eyes not too shy to trail over his torso, well defined and covered in scars, until he would put on a shirt or walk away. And his shyness and apparent inexperience made him so much more attractive. 

And he must be big too, if his overall appearance was any indication. 

After some months away training God knew where, Goku and Broly popped up in your living room, startling you while you were eating. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you showing up like that, Goku.” You told him, clutching your chest tightly. 

“Sorry!” Goku apologized with a chortle, eying the snacks in front of you. “Can I have some?”

“Sure…”

You looked over at Broly while Goku basically stuffed his mouth with what used to be your food. He was smiling softly at you, and you returned it, not exactly as soft. 

“How was training?”

“Good! Broly keeps getting better at controlling his power.” Goku answered with his mouth full. 

“That’s great!”

You kept glancing not so discreetly at Broly as he approached the table, grabbing some of the snacks before Goku could eat them all. At least he was a little more delicate about his eating manners. 

“Maybe I should start dinner.” You locked eyes with Goku, and he smiled widely. “Do you want to stay too?”

“Yeah!”

“Won’t Chichi be mad if you’re late?”

“Uh, she kinda got mad when I left some months ago…” Goku scratched the back of his head nervously. “So I don’t wanna go back just yet…”

You smiled, amused. Chichi sure had a handful with Goku as a husband.

You were used to making food for a banquet then, especially with how Broly ate, so you simply doubled up the amount of food this time (leaving your fridge almost empty). 

“It’s always nice when I stay to eat at your place, your food is really good!” Goku commented with a grin, rubbing his stomach through his clothes after he had cleaned his plate. 

“Thanks. Broly, did you enjoy the food?”

“I did.” He smiled gently. Broly had always been a man of few words, but his smiles worked as a reward.

“Your food is just as good as Chichi’s!” Goku added, eating the few crumbs left on his plate, making you snort.

“Careful, if she knows you said that she’s going to kick your ass.”

“Nah, she won’t care. She’s not that jealous.”

“In what universe is Chichi not jealous?” You stared at him like he was crazy but he ignored you as he walked over to the couch and lied down. 

“She’s not! At least she hasn’t said anything to me.”

“Maybe the fact that she doesn’t want you to leave for months should give you a clue?”

“Oh.” Goku looked at you curiously before shrugging. “Well… Chichi understands me.”

“Who’s Chichi?” Broly asked, bringing your attention to him.

“Goku’s wife, she’s a fiery woman.”

“Like you?” He added innocently, and you laughed quietly.

“Me? You think I’m fiery?” 

Broly nodded and Goku chortled. 

“You sure are!” Goku said, getting even more comfortable on your couch and putting his arms behind his head. “You don’t get mad as often as Chichi, but you have your temper.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I mean, when you do get mad, it is scary. You say a lot of mean words too, way too often sometimes.”

“I-I do not!”

“Yeah, you do.”

You got up from your seat, glaring at Goku, but he wasn’t even looking at you until you went over to his side and poked his chest hard, making him yelp.

“You know, maybe you Saiyans just have a natural talent to piss women off!” You poked Goku’s chest several times, making him groan every time. As if you were actually hurting him. “Even Bulma has to go through this with Vegeta!”

“Ow, stop doing that!” Goku complained, swatting your hand away.

“Do I make you angry, too?” Broly asked in a very quiet voice, standing right behind you. You turned to him, feeling a little guilty.

“No, you don’t make me angry, Broly. What I said just applies to Goku and Vegeta.” You glared playfully at Goku, who just pouted in return. 

“But I am gone for a long time too…”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t bother me.”

“Because you’re not married.” Goku added, still pouting. “If you were married to her, it would bother her.”

“Well, obviously. I think I would want my husband to spend time with me.” You glanced at Broly with a smile to let him know that you had never been mad at him; he was still looking confused about the conversation. “Not that you have to worry about that! We aren’t even dating, so…”

“What’s ‘dating’?”

“Um…” This conversation was taking a turn you weren’t expecting, so you tried to find the right words to explain that to an alien who probably had no idea about intimacy. “It’s when two people do things together exclusively, like kissing and… other kinds of stuff…”

“Other kinds of stuff?”

You were starting to feel a little awkward. Even Goku was looking at you like he was expecting you to explain further, as if he didn’t know. Well maybe he didn’t, he went straight to the marriage part of a relationship without actually dating. 

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. It wouldn’t be taking advantage of him or anything if you were just showing him what kissing is, right? But Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable. 

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Turning to look at Goku briefly, you smiled mischievously. He looked confused, but it made things interesting to have an audience. You only had to think about it for a second before you decided that you didn’t mind at all. 

“Broly, do you know what kissing is?” You asked him, taking a step closer. You had to practically strain your neck to look at him. 

“Pressing lips together?” He replied, looking at you with curiosity.

“Yeah, have you ever done it?” Broly shook his head in response, and you grinned wickedly. “I’ll show you then.”

You coaxed him to lower his head down a little with your index finger, and he did as you indicated. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you got on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his softly. You wanted to keep this first kiss as chaste as possible, so that was all it was, lips pressed together, keeping it like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. 

Broly looked taken aback, blinking repeatedly, and it made you smile, your chest full with fondness. You wish you could see Goku’s face to check his reaction, but you didn’t dare break the moment you were sharing with Broly. It’s not like he was saying anything anyway.

“How was that?”

“…Soft.” Broly replied, staring directly at your lips. 

“Do you want me to show you what other kinds of kisses there are?” Your smile grew even wider. 

“There are more?”

You nodded in response, leaning up again and pressing your lips to his once more. You darted out your tongue this time, pressing it softly across his lips to coax him to open them up. When he did, you slid your tongue inside, gently roaming his mouth. Broly was obviously clueless about what to do, but he started mimicking the moves of your tongue, and surprising you when he put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you close.

You broke off the kiss first, happy to realize that he was a quick learner. 

“Did you like that?”

“Yes…”

You trailed your hands from his shoulders down his chest slowly, feeling his muscles underneath his tight battle suit. His eyes were on you, your face, then your hands, sliding down to his abdomen. 

“When I said ‘other kinds of stuff’,” You explained, keeping your hands still when you reached the pelt around his waist. “I meant kisses in other parts of the body.”

“Other parts…?”

“Yes. Do you want me to show you?” You leaned in a little to whisper your next words. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can tell me to stop and I will.”

Broly was at a loss of words, fleeting his eyes between you, and the spectator behind you, who surprisingly hasn’t said a word yet. 

“Goku is fine with this,” You reassured him, turning your head to look at the man, still lying on your couch. Goku looked confused, alarmed and intrigued all at once, and it only entertained you more. “Aren’t you, Goku?”

To your amusement, his brows furrowed deep, and his mouth hung open as he struggled to find the right words to say. 

“I dunno what you mean…” He finally said, sitting up. 

“Well, maybe this would be a good lesson for you too.” You replied wickedly. 

You saw Goku swallow, but he remained quiet. When you turned to Broly, he looked even more confused after witnessing your small interaction. Keeping your hands on his abdomen, you got on your tiptoes to whisper your next words, reassuring him once again about your intentions (which aren’t pure at all, but you don’t want to push him into doing this if he wasn’t comfortable).

“I want to show you how good this can be, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Broly only thinks about it for a few seconds, until he finally nods. 

“I want to know what you mean.”

Smiling widely, you plant a quick kiss on his lips, before focusing your attention on his lower body. The pelt around his waist is a sensitive topic, so you won’t try to remove it. His pants can go, however. 

Going immediately for a blowjob might be overwhelming, so you carefully skim one hand over his clothed crotch. Even through the fabric, you could tell how well endowed he was, which wasn’t a surprise at all; of course someone who had such a body would have a dick commensurable to its owner. Broly kept his eyes on you, still confused, until you watched him close his eyes, reacting to your touch as a small sigh left his lips. 

Completely pleased with yourself, you grinned. Sneaking your hand inside his pants was a challenge, but you managed to pull them down enough to free his already hard cock. You couldn’t help but stare; you knew he was big, but this seems like a challenge in itself for you. When you wrapped your hand around it, your fingers didn’t even touch. It was going to be an incredibly tight fit if he was ever going to slide his length inside your body. You weren’t even sure that was going to happen yet; Broly was completely charming and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings and your relationship by pushing him into this so soon. 

But then again, most people did not have their first sexual contact with a spectator.

Moving your hand over his dick slowly and gently as Broly let out small noises that gave away his enjoyment, you took a peek at Goku, who was still sitting by the couch, awfully quiet. You tried to keep in your chuckle when you saw he was staring at you with wide eyes, obviously perplexed at your actions. His eyes locked with yours and you winked, making him flush instantly. 

You had never felt so powerful, it was weirdly arousing. 

Sliding your free hand up Broly’s neck and over his cheek, he opened his eyes slightly to watch you with hazy eyes. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, keeping up your ministrations on his length. You reassured him wordlessly with your smile before sinking to your knees in front of him. 

He only looked a little surprised about what you were doing, but he was unable to focus due to your hand still stroking him. You kept your eyes on his face, gauging his reaction as a musky scent filled your senses; he just came back from training, but you didn’t mind it. In any case, it just egged you on. When you pressed the first kiss on the tip, his cheeks glowed red at the sight. You smiled cheekily, kissing up and down his dick, never breaking eye contact. 

You knew Broly must have been obviously confused by the new sensation, so you tried to maintain eye contact as much as possible as you dragged your lips over the warm skin. Once you wrapped your lips around the head, a sharp gasp escaped his lips. He hunched down when you swirled your tongue around, grunting low when you slid your lips down his cock. Your hand worked what you couldn’t fit as you sucked softly on the head, and his hips soon started jerking against your hand and mouth. 

For a second you hoped that he wouldn’t just start thrusting, you weren’t sure you would survive that, with his impressive size and the fact that he’s a Saiyan. A Saiyan whose first time is with you, nonetheless. At least Goku sitting behind you was reassuring. You wished you could see what he was doing, hopefully he was enjoying the little show.

Your gaze never left his as you moved your head back and forth, meeting your hand in the middle. Broly could not keep quiet, the groans and grunts he was letting out turned you on just as much as having his cock in your mouth. You just never heard him make noises like those. Your name was also slipping from his lips, and you looked up at him with adoration just as his dick started twitching. 

His hips bucked involuntarily into your mouth, his cock sliding deeper, and you couldn’t help but gag a little, not expecting it at all. You did not expect the hand on your head either, fingers tangling in your hair as he came abruptly with a loud growl. The tip was grazing your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow, your hands holding tightly onto his hips until the last drop of cum left his dick. 

His orgasm had taken you off guard, and when he slowly pulled out, you couldn’t help but cough. You should advise him to warn you next time. 

“I-I’m sorry…” Broly’s hoarse voice caught your attention.

He was looking at you with regret in his eyes, and you softened your gaze on him.

“It’s okay…” You smiled at him, running a hand up and down his thigh. 

You sat back on the floor as you both tried to catch your breath; Broly seemed like the one who was the most out of it, eyes closed and chest heaving, which you found endearing. 

But you hadn’t forgotten about the voyeur in the room. 

Turning around with lust clouding your gaze, you were thrilled when you found the same look in Goku’s eyes, albeit with more confusion and surprise in them. But your eyes immediately settled on the hand he had over his crotch. Your actions had affected him as well, just like you hoped. 

With a mischievous smile, you crawled all the way to the couch, locking eyes with Goku as you settled in between his legs. You were glad he wasn’t rejecting you so far; even through the perplexed look on his face, he stared at you with wide eyes and a vibrant blush on his cheeks. 

When you put your hands on his knees, he flinched. You didn’t want to push him into anything, so you tested the waters, slowly dragging your hands up his thighs, feeling the fabric of his pants. The hand on his crotch didn’t move until you reached for it, gently putting it away, immediately noticing the bulge through his clothes. You really tried not to break eye contact, but you were more than just curious then. You wordlessly asked for permission to open his sash, and when Goku only gaped at you, you went for it.

“You want some too, Goku?” You purred with a dark smile, hooking your fingers on his pants to tug them down, anxious to see him in all his glory. 

Goku’s flustered face did not put you off, quite the contrary; it only served to egg you on even more, excited to see what kind of other expressions you could make him do. 

It was surprising he hadn’t done anything to stop you at all, and while he was obviously embarrassed, his eyes had a curious glint, eager to see what you were about to do. You didn’t expect Goku to be like this, his easy going and sometimes even clueless demeanor made him seem like a child even though he was already a grandfather. He couldn’t be ignorant about intimacy. He was a good actor, that’s the conclusion you came up with. 

Not wanting to delay things any further, you tug down his pants along with his underwear. His erection bounced free, and you eyed it hungrily. Goku may not have been as big as Broly, but his size was still impressive, thick and long enough to make your mouth water. You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking up and down, and Goku let out a soft grunt, eyes falling shut as you kept moving your hand. 

You quickly guided his length towards your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking softly. Swirling your tongue around, and moving your hand over the rest of his cock, Goku kept making noises with each of your moves, not as ashamed anymore. So much better like that, because you hadn’t forgotten about the shy Saiyan whom you’d pleasured just minutes ago. 

Popping off Goku’s dick, you locked eyes with him, reassuring him with a hand on his cheek, before turning towards the other man. 

Broly was still flushed on his cheeks, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed in curiosity. He had already tucked himself back in his pants, to your disappointment, but no matter, you could still take them off later on. With a smize, you beckoned him with a finger to make him kneel down in front of you, which he did eagerly, with hands resting on his knees. He reminded you then of an obedient but very enthusiastic dog. It was an inevitable comparison; he was even looking at you with a wide-eyed gaze. 

“You’re okay with this, Broly?” You asked him with a hand on top of his to comfort him, just in case. 

“Yes…” He still seemed confused, but his eyes gave away his intrigue, as he eyed you up and down, before averting them towards Goku. 

You didn’t catch any kind of hesitance in him, so you moved along with what you had in mind. Pulling down your pants, you kicked them off somewhere on the floor. Your eyes were on Broly, watching his every reaction as you proceeded to slowly take off your panties. Your attention was on him, cautious since he’s never done anything sexual before; but you could feel Goku’s eyes on you as you got undressed. 

The cool air hit your pussy, and you realized you were wetter than you expected. Sitting on the floor and spreading your legs, you ran your fingers over your entrance, showing Broly how to touch you as you presented yourself to him. 

“This is something that people do intimately too.” You explained in a breathy voice. You were idly stroking your folds, but it was exciting to have such a cute audience. When you pressed your fingers to your clit, your breath hitched. “Do you wanna try?”

Broly was frowning in deep concentration, and he couldn’t have been cuter if he tried. He nodded eagerly, with still a tint of pink on his cheeks as he got closer. You turned around, getting on all fours, letting him still have access to you while you gave Goku some attention as well. 

Looking at Broly over your shoulder, you saw him stare at your entrance with intensity as he ran his hand over it, making you flinch. He was treating you with tenderness, aware of how fragile you were in comparison to him. He mimicked your previous actions, stroking you with his fingers, making you moan as he pressed them against your clit. 

Humming contently, knowing Broly was a fast learner, you turned to Goku fully. He leered at you, confusion no longer in his gaze as you inched a little closer. The grin he showed you made your insides stir with desire. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Where were we?” You asked him with a playful smile. 

“Sucking my cock?”

You couldn’t help your eyes opening wide at such words leaving his lips. You didn’t expect that kind of talk from Goku of all people. 

“I knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretended to be.” You grinned.

Goku chortled, his usual laughter sounding darker than normal, given the current situation. 

Wrapping your hand around his length, you dragged your tongue all the way up the underside before lapping at his head. Goku groanedgazing at you with dark eyes as you flattened your tongue on the slit. 

Taking him fully inside your mouth, you moaned as you felt Broly rub your clit insistently, making your legs twitch. It was a difficult task, pleasuring Goku while you were being touched, Broly’s callous fingers making you feel really good, despite their inexperience. But if anything, he was eager to please you, and curious about your body, his other hand fondling your behind, squeezing your ass as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. 

You weren’t ready for the sensation of something wet and warm against your clit, and you jumped, eyes wide open as you popped off Goku’s cock to gasp. Broly had licked you, without any incentive, and you were embarrassed by the sudden touch, but thrilled that he had done that all by himself. Well, you did say people kissed each other in intimacy.

You didn’t have a chance to compliment him for that action before Goku pushed your head down onto his dick again, making you swallow him whole. 

That was unexpected too. 

Your toes curled, fire rapidly growing in your belly, so turned on by the boldness in both of your partners. You moaned gladly around Goku’s cock, focusing on pressing your tongue on the underside as you slowly bobbed your head up and down. He’d began to carefully thrust into your mouth, ever so slightly hitting the back of your throat as he groaned low and deep.

Was this something he did with Chichi? You couldn’t believe how abrasive Goku was; he wasn’t fucking your mouth, but he wasn’t really letting you pull your head back either, his hips jerking up to seek more of you as he threaded his fingers in your hair. This was a side of him you never thought about, but you weren’t complaining at all, feeling so wet, your slick dripped down your legs. 

Broly was taking care of that, and he was anything if not earnest, running his tongue over your folds and collecting your wetness in his tongue, tasting you. You regret not being in a position to see his face, but you hope this was something he’d want to try again once you’re alone. He was obviously guiding his moves by your reactions; every time his tongue grazed your clit, your legs quivered, and you moaned around Goku’s dick. But he didn’t solely focus his attention there, and he wasn’t shy about licking you all over.

The heat in your abdomen grew tighter as Broly keenly ate you out, and the sounds coming from Goku’s lips spurred you on and made you want to suck him off more. You moved your head up and down faster, gliding your lips over the hot skin of his cock, the tip stroking your throat over and over. He grunted, tugging at your hair, thrusting up into your mouth with urgency. 

Goku came with a growl, spilling cum down your throat as he kept your head pressed down, forcing you to swallow. You inevitably choked as he rode out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting into you a few times before letting go of you. 

You slid his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, gasping for air and resting your head on his thigh. It was so hard to focus on anything because Broly still had his mouth on you, and your throat ached from the strain of two consecutive blowjobs, but fuck if you weren’t so excited to be with both of them. You hadn’t even come yet. 

Your gasps and mewls made Broly pull back, and you groaned, exhausted but frustrated that he stopped. 

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, obviously concerned. Bless his heart. 

You turned your head to offer him a tired smile, comforted by Goku’s hand on your head as he petted you. 

“She likes what we’re doing, don’t ya?” Goku asked, teasingly pinching your ear, and you shivered in response. 

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, embarrassed to notice how weak you sounded. “I’m ok, more than ok…”

Admittedly, you were a bit exhausted, your legs trembling from kneeling down so much, but at least you had a carpet that soothed the burn on your knees. 

You yelped in surprise as Goku effortlessly picked you up, settling you on his lap with your back pressed to his chest. You flushed, a little shy, when he opened up your legs with his hands on your thighs, showing off your wet entrance to Broly, who was looking at the both of you with amazement in his eyes. 

You dragged out a loud moan when Goku’s fingers found your clit, rubbing it harshly. 

“She likes it when you touch her here.” Goku explained, keeping up with his moves, and making the fire in your abdomen grow swiftly once again. 

You couldn’t believe Goku was even doing these things, but you liked it. A lot. 

When his fingers left you, you sighed, annoyed that he toyed with you like that just because. You glared at him from the side, but he only snickered, squeezing your thigh. Biting your lip, you met Broly’s eyes, urging him to keep doing what he was doing before. 

“Broly, please…”

He nodded at once, inching closer until he was face to face with your pussy. His ignorance made him less shy about the whole situation, and you wondered momentarily if you were pushing him too far. After all, this is a threesome, and you’re not sure if most people would prefer the first time to be with two people at once. But you were the focus, and that just made you more greedy for their attention.

Broly’s lips found your clit once more, suckling softly on your skin. You moaned, legs twitching in response as you propped your feet on his shoulders to steady yourself. He kept his eyes on you, and you noticed that dark gleam in them. Pure unfiltered lust, even when he probably didn’t know what that was. This was a side that only you were witnessing. You and Goku alone. 

Goku sneaked his hands underneath your shirt, pushing it up along with your bra to massage your breasts. You whimpered when he pinched your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He kissed and bit your neck, adding fuel to the flames inside you. 

Your moans got louder as you got closer to the edge, hips moving on their own accord against Broly’s face, seeking more of him, as Goku kept roughly fondling your breasts. You were so close, you’ve been so aroused for what seemed like hours, and you wanted to come, with both of them pressed close to you. 

Your body trembled in delight when you came, whimpering and gasping as your hips stuttered and your vision turned white. Broly didn’t let up, his tongue moving along your folds and your clit, helping you ride out your peak. Goku peppered kisses on your shoulder, hands soothing your sides as you slowly came down from your high. 

“Wa-Wait, Broly…” You mumbled, as he kept his mouth on you, despite the fact that you came. Your body shivered, overstimulated, and you softly tugged at his hair. “It’s too much…”

Looking up at you with curiosity, he pulled back. Half his face was covered with your slick, and his cheeks were flushed. How can he look so adorable yet insanely hot?

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just… I need a little break…”

He nodded, running his tongue over his lips with a smile. 

“You taste good.”

“Thanks…” You blushed, averting your eyes to the side. 

Goku’s playful eyes caught yours, and he chortled at your reaction. You slapped his arm, not nearly strong enough to hurt him (not that you even could), but he whined anyway. 

You were caught off guard when Goku’s hand found the skin in between your legs again, making you jolt. And you yelped, even more perplexed, when his fingers slid further down and pressed against your rear entrance. 

“Broly, you have to get her ready here too.” Goku said, voice low. 

“Get her ready?” He frowned, puzzled. 

Goku toyed with the skin, pressing the tip of his finger until it slid inside you. You gasped, startled that it had glided in so easily, even when his fingers were wet with your release. He moved it tenderly in and out, and you felt embarrassed beyond repair with how intensely Broly was staring. 

You didn’t have this in mind before, but you weren’t opposed to the idea, so you remained quiet. Or as quiet as you could, given that you had a finger up your ass. 

Once you were loose enough, Goku eased another finger in. The first one wasn’t uncomfortable, but having two digits inside made you feel the stretch, so you whined, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You’re hurting her.” Broly said, putting a firm hand over Goku’s. 

You looked at him, heart fluttering in your chest when you saw concern written all over his face. 

Before Goku could speak, you reached for both of their hands. 

“It’s ok, it feels weird at first, but it gets better.” You reassured him, as Goku slid his hand out. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and you smiled, happy with the small display of affection, before locking eyes with Broly. “Do you wanna get me ready? You just have to do what Goku was doing.”

Broly nodded, hands reaching for you, as you instructed him softly. 

“You have to wet your fingers, or it’ll hurt for real. And do it one at a time, until you have four fingers inside.”

Four fingers would be necessary for either of them anyway. 

Glancing at your face before focusing on the private parts of your body, Broly wetted his finger with the slickness of your folds before gliding one finger easily inside. It was only seconds later until he added a second, and you felt the stretch again. His fingers were surely thicker.

As you got used to the sensation, Goku wiped his fingers on your shirt before settling on your entrance again. He tenderly stroked your clit, making you gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm. 

It was difficult to stay still with both of their hands on you, your hips bucking into the sensation ever so slightly. Goku’s renewed hard-on poking your lower back was incredibly distracting, too. You never imagined you’d ever be in this position, you wondered if you should even be ashamed you swayed someone as innocent as Broly like this. You were already a bit embarrassed of your current position, whimpering quietly as Broly slid in another finger, and Goku rubbed your clit steadily before gliding in two fingers inside you. 

It didn’t take long until Broly had four fingers in, and while it was still really awkward, you couldn’t wait anymore. 

“That’s enough, Broly.” You whispered sweetly, patting his head. 

He looked at you with hazy eyes, leaning into your touch as he slid out his fingers. Goku withdrew his hand at the same time, planting a kiss on your neck as you felt him shift behind you. 

You gasped in surprise when Goku stood up, holding you in his arms.

“Come on, Broly, let’s move over to the carpet.” Goku instructed him cheerily as if it was his own house. 

He laid you down on the carpet, kneeling beside you and tugging at your shirt to take it off. He threw it over his shoulder as you got rid of your bra, finally being completely bare in front of them. You blushed then, inhibited that you were naked while both Broly and Goku still had their clothes on. 

Broly sat down next to you, looking at you softly and curiously, roaming your naked body with his eyes. You noticed immediately his erection straining his pants; it was hard not to when his suit was so tight, and he had probably been like this for a while. Through all the lust and the haze you were currently in, you wanted to still be considerate of him, to reassure him.

“There’s some other things left for us to do.” Taking his hand into yours, you stared into his eyes. “If you’re not comfortable, let us know.”

“This is gonna be fun, Broly.” Goku added with a grin. “You’re gonna like it!”

You rolled your eyes at Goku’s tone but couldn’t contain your own grin when Broly smiled in return. Before you could even reach for the pelt around his waist, Broly got rid of it himself, untying it and adjusting it on the floor for you, pulling gently at your hand to help you lie down. 

Your heart skipped several beats as you watched him treat you so delicately, sharing something so important to him like his pelt with you. You wanted to keep him forever. 

“You should be the one lying down, Broly.” Goku interrupted your thoughts, before you could get too comfortable. 

With an eyebrow raised, you let Goku take the lead, moving to the side as Broly did as he was told, still confused. Goku removed his clothes in record time, making you giggle with his eagerness as he guided you to straddle Broly’s hips. His erection graced your inner thigh, and the twitch in his eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed; Broly kept his gaze fixated on you, eyes clouded with affection and something you recognized as lust. You soothed him with a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly, letting him know you cared. 

When Goku leaned over and captured Broly’s lips with his own, you couldn’t contain your gasp. Unexpected yet sweet and brief, Goku turned to you with a smile once he pulled away, kissing you swiftly as well. Surprise stayed on your features even as he positioned himself behind you, with hands on your waist, rubbing your skin. 

Prompting your hands on Broly’s chest, you rocked your hips over his erection, his cock sliding between your folds, getting coated in your slick. You hummed softly, thrilled when you saw the vein in Broly’s neck pop up. Goku’s hands halted your moves, guiding your hips until Broly’s cock was grazing your pussy, and then helping you sink into him. 

You shakily moaned, delighted and in pain due to his size. He wasn’t even fully inside you yet, but the stretch was already making you tremble; no matter how many kisses and caresses Goku was giving you to comfort you, you were concerned he wasn’t actually going to fit. Broly groaned underneath you, head thrown back as his hands on your thighs gripped you firmly. 

“Doing okay?” Goku asked with a kiss to your jaw.

“Yeah…” 

He hummed in response, wasting no time to press three fingers to your rear entrance. It wasn’t uncomfortable since you had been prepped, but you were a little nervous with having both of them at the same time. 

Broly’s hands sliding up and down your thighs made you focus your gaze on him, his eyes still held so much affection for you that it made your heart skip several beats.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered with flushed cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Your trust in these two men was stronger than your own nerves. You knew well that they wouldn’t hurt you under any circumstances, and would always listen to your pleas.

When Goku pressed the head of his cock to your ass, you closed your eyes, breathing in deeply once he started pushing in. He wasn’t as large as Broly, but his dick was not small by any means. Inhaling and exhaling steadily, you tried to focus on anything else except the strain; intimidated you might be torn in half by both of these men, yet at the same time, it was exhilarating to have them both inside you. 

Once Goku’s cock was fully sheathed inside your ass, you couldn’t stop trembling. Your muscles called for a little break, but there was no way you were going to tell either of your lovers to stop. 

“Are you okay?” Broly’s deep yet quiet voice asked. 

“I just need a minute…” You muttered. 

When you opened your eyes, you noticed the strain on Broly’s face and it nearly made you panic; you didn’t want him to lose control then. His face was red, muscles in his jaw and neck popping. As if he was doing everything in his power to stay calm. 

“She feels amazing, right?” Goku’s calm voice came out near your ear, making you shiver. “You don’t wanna hurt her, Broly. She’s doing this for us and she trusts us.”

Goku’s hands held you firmly by the waist, and affection bloomed inside you. 

Broly face relaxed soon enough as he steadied his breathing, his digits rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner. You let out a loud sigh, relieved that Goku seemed to know Broly just as much as you did. You caressed Broly’s cheek, humming when he leaned into your touch. 

“You can move now.” 

With a firm grip on your waist, Goku pressed another kiss to your cheek as he started moving, gently sliding his cock in and out of your asshole. You whimpered quietly, barely moving your hips but enough to feel Broly’s cock throbbing against your walls. 

Broly probably didn’t know exactly what to do, but his eyes were hooded, gazing at you with stars in them the more you moved over his length. His body reacted naturally after a few moments, hips jerking up into you, his dick pushing inside you just at the same time Goku’s cock did. The sensation of having both of them rubbing against you, pressing into every sensitive spot made you see sparkles dance behind your lids, and you let out a long loud moan. 

“You like that?” Broly asked, with a hint of insecurity in his voice. 

“Yes.” You replied immediately, nodding your head to reassure him he wasn’t hurting you. “Keep going.”

Broly hummed in response, holding your hips firmly as he started to move his hips. His thrusts were gentle, and so were Goku’s, but your previous orgasm had left you sensitive, and the size of their members was enhancing every sensation. Their moves took a minute to match, Goku sliding in when Broly glided out. Heat bloomed quickly in your abdomen, making you moan louder each time. 

Goku’s hands slid up towards your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them rather roughly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, snapping his hips against your ass. You were glad both of them were firmly holding you, Broly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips and making it hurt a bit, but you didn’t mind; you were afraid you might slip away from their touch if they didn’t hold onto you tight enough. 

“You feel so good…” Goku panted against your ear, tweaking your nipples, earning a sharp mewl from you.

You were so full; no matter that you had gotten used to them, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled made the skin between your legs throb and the heat in your abdomen expand. Pleasure traveled through your veins, getting you closer and closer to the edge of what you knew was going to be a powerful orgasm. 

Broly was the one who picked up the pace first, and you could tell by the look in his eyes, soft yet drunk with lust, that he had never felt anything similar. Your warm walls contracted around him in response, and the guttural sound that rumbled from his chest turned you on even more, arousal dripping from your hole down his cock and thighs. 

Goku grunted lowly, nibbling at your neck, as he matched Broly’s rhythm. As he gripped your waist, you briefly pondered on the thought of how unbelievably hot Goku was; he was your friend and you couldn’t believe the sounds that left his lips, and that his hard cock was eagerly slamming into your ass. 

You couldn’t focus on much more once both Broly and Goku’s thrusts turned uneven. You were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, mewls and breathy gasps spilling out as their hips snapped against you. Broly’s fingers were digging sharply into the skin of your thighs to the point of being painful, but it only added to your pleasure. As your mind slipped into a haze, you couldn’t decipher where any of them ended and you began. 

Goku’s callous fingers stroking your clit was the final straw you needed to be pushed over the edge. You shuddered uncontrollably as your orgasm, stronger than any other you had before, washed over you. Stars danced behind your lids as any thought you might have had left your mind, a stuttered moan spilling from your lips. 

Their unrelenting thrusts prolonged your state, and your body couldn’t stop shaking. The strain of every single muscle of your body proved to be too much; if they weren’t holding you so steadily, you would have collapsed already. 

Your brain was blank, only registering the pleasure in your body, but tiredness was soon overtaking every sensation. You were afraid you might faint. 

Broly’s sharp growl made you tremble before he spilled his load inside your warm pussy. Your mouth hung open, feeling completely filled to the brim as he kept sliding his cock in and out, as if making sure not one drop went to waste. 

Triggered by Broly’s orgasm, Goku groaned in your ear, ramming into your ass before he bit down hard on your neck. A gasp left your lips when you felt his cum spilling inside you. 

It was a strange, completely new yet not unpleasant sensation to have two Saiyans come inside you. As Goku kept pumping his cock inside you, riding out his orgasm, you were already considering doing this again.

The soreness on your muscles after they have both pulled out was also new. Nothing similar to it, not even working out could prepare you for how immediately exhausted you felt afterwards. Collapsing on Broly’s chest, you panted, trying to catch your breath and stay awake to enjoy a little of the afterglow. 

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, surprisingly soothing hands patting your back. 

Oh, he was so adorable.

“I’m alright.” Your voice was squeaky, which wasn’t helping your attempt at trying to reassure Broly that you were in fact alright. 

Goku’s hands rubbed your thighs before you felt him move behind you. A cold, damp cloth smoothed over your skin moments later when you realized it was Goku who was cleaning you. 

“You’re not hurt?” He asked as his hands lightly pressed on your thighs and butt. Goku had always been a sweetheart, and it pleased you to no end to know he was still like that after sex. 

“I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

You knew your pussy and ass were going to be incredibly sore in the next few hours, but you could handle it; there was no need to make them worry. 

Rolling over onto the carpet on the floor, you watched Goku clean Broly with a towel as well, a sight that softened your heart. Broly seemed confused as to what was going on, but he didn’t question it, only keeping his gaze on Goku as he diligently cleansed his body.

“I didn’t think you were this considerate, Goku.” You mentioned when he brought water for the three of you. 

“Chichi taught me to do this because she’s always exhausted after we have sex.” He replied merrily.

You looked at him cautiously at the mention of his wife’s name. 

You weren’t going to delude yourself into thinking you had forgotten that he was married since the beginning (this whole affair came to be partly because Goku talked about his wife and their love life), but now that he had brought her up, you weren’t sure how to react. 

Chichi was an amazing wife, and as weariness began to settle, so did guilt. It was going to be awkward for you to even look her in the eye after this encounter. 

“She sometimes asks for massages too,” Goku said, looking at you carefully. “Do you want them?”

“No, it’s okay…”

“Then why do you look uncomfortable? Are you okay?”

Both Broly’s and Goku’s eyes focused on you, and heat raised to your face. 

“Just… Chichi is a great woman.” You said as you brought water to your lips. 

“Yeah!” Goku replied right away with a smile. “Can’t wait to see what she says when I tell her about this.”

You splurted on the glass that was touching your lips, drenching your face. 

“Why on earth would you ever tell her about this?!” You yelled, startling both men. “Are you insane?!”

“Why-Why wouldn’t I?” Goku asked, raising his hands up as if he was trying to protect himself from your words. A valid reaction considering all the thoughts that were racing through your head. 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘why would I’?! Do you wanna be killed?! Do you want her to kill me?!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“What am I-” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the question, trying to even your breath instead. 

Broly was looking at the both of you as if he was witnessing a tennis match, confused but completely entertained by the exchange. 

“Why shouldn’t I tell her?” Goku asked, bemused. 

“Because you did something that is not cool, Goku! We did something that is not cool!”

“What?”

“You cheated on her!” You screamed again, embarrassed. “You slept with another woman!”

“Oh!” Goku seemed to finally understand your point, and he pondered on your words before speaking again, in a surprisingly cheerful tone: “That’s no big deal.”

“What?” You asked through gritted teeth, exasperated. 

“It’s no big deal.”

“What in the-”

“We do it all the time!”

You gaped at Goku as if he had suddenly grown two heads, taking a moment to process the words he was actually saying. In the end you could only mutter one word, in the most confused tone:

“What?”

“We do it all the time.” He repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“We sleep with other people all the time.”

“What? I mean… What are you talking about?”

Goku looked at you, as if it was you who was spewing nonsense instead of the other way around. 

“What I just said! It’s no big deal, we do it every once in a while and we tell each other about it.” When he noticed your expression, he went on. “We don’t do it with just anyone either! A few times, we slept with Vegeta and Bulma, I think those are-”

“You did what?!”

“What?” Goku asked, startled.

“You slept with Vegeta? And Bulma?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh my God…” 

You held your head in your hands, in shock at the revelation Goku had just thrown at you. 

You were definitely not going to be looking anyone in the eye after this, not with this information you had on you. 

There were so many questions invading your mind, but in favor of letting your brain rest, you decided to push him for answers no further. 

“I should take a shower and get going.” Goku said, once he noticed you had settled down. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” You sighed, offering him a small smile.

“Good, I had fun!”

He kneeled down in front of you, planting a sweet peck on your lips before pulling away and briefly pressing his lips to Broly’s as well. 

You watched Goku merrily walking to the bathroom before turning to Broly. You were hoping he had fun, but after that last conversation with Goku, you knew he must have been confused as hell. 

“What was that?” Broly asked before you could open your mouth. 

“Um… I don’t know how to explain.” He only blinked as he stared at you, probably waiting for anything you might say, but you weren’t so sure where to start. “Goku and Chichi just… understand each other.”

Broly seemed to only dwell on your words for a few seconds before nodding. 

“I’ll explain everything better to you some other time.” You smiled, tugging at his arm to make him lie down next you on the carpet, which he easily complied. “Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Yes…” Broly smiled widely at you, making your heart swell in your chest. “Does this mean we are ‘dating’?”

“Do you want us to be?” You asked cautiously. You should explain what dating meant as well, since the vague definition you gave earlier was not enough. 

But you weren’t going to say no if Broly wanted to date you. 

“If we can keep doing what we did earlier, then yes.”

“So you only want sex?” You asked, a little amused. 

“No, I like the kisses too.”

Oh, you were melting for this gigantic man who spoke so softly.

“Okay, babe, we are dating then.” You grinned, your heart beating happily inside your ribcage.

“What about Goku? Is he dating us too?”

You were going to kill Goku for confusing Broly more than necessary after all that confession he made earlier. 

“No, he isn’t. He has his own wife.”

[blossombriefs]

Chateau | NSFW Vegeta OneShot [18+]

AN: I honestly couldn’t help myself. I had to write about my favourite DB boi. I’ve been planning one for a little while so I hope you all enjoy it! Summary: The gang all go on vacation together after the events of the Buu saga, however, there is more on Vegeta's mind than meets the eye. Title namesake: 'Chateau' by Blackbear Content: Sexual and mature content. Vegeta and Bulma are not together and Trunks doesn’t exist. The reader is related to Chi-Chi. Praise kink. Oral sex. Teasing. Mentions of a breeding kink. Vegeta is a cocky mf, I kinda made him a lil down bad during the confession. Word count: 2.7K

After taking on Majin Buu, the gang all decided it was time to take a huge vacation together before trying to find some normality. Mr Satan had booked and paid for everyone to go to a beachfront villa. Your sister Chi-Chi had invited you along with her family; her husband Goku and their two kids. You packed your suitcase with everything you'd need; bikinis, sunscreen, water bottles, towels. You were ready to spend time with your friends and loved ones.

On arrival, everyone seemed over the moon to be there, all apart from one. Sulking behind the group carrying his bags was Vegeta. You couldn’t help but notice the tension that was radiating from the proud prince. Determined to lift his spirits, you hung behind the group and approached him with a warm smile.

“Hey Vegeta,” you greeted him. Out of genuine concern and with a tilt of your head, you continued “What’s the matter?”

“Oh great, Kakarot’s insufferable bride’s equally as insufferable sister.” He said with an eye roll. When he glanced at you, you clocked his expression softening slightly. He grumbled, “It’s nothing that concerns you, woman,”

Refusing to be thrown off by his brash tone, you persisted. “Come on, Vegeta, we’re all here to relax and have fun.”

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your display of persistence. After a heavy sigh, he muttered, “Fine. I suppose you’re right. But I don’t see the point in all this frivolity.”

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles ease ever so slightly at the touch. “Sometimes we all just need a break from the chaos, the training, the battles. Let’s just make the most of this time together.”

Vegeta glanced down at your hand on his arm, accidentally letting his expression softed further. He didn't pull away, instead, he found himself oddly comforted by your touch.

"Fine," he muttered, this time with a little less hostility. "But don't expect me to participate in any ridiculous beach games or play happy families with Kakarot's kids."

You chuckled, a sound that caught Vegeta and even yourself a little off guard. "Fair enough. Just promise me you'll try to enjoy yourself, even if it's just a little bit."

Vegeta's response was a grunt, but there was a flicker of acceptance in his eye. With that, you two joined up with everyone in the villa. It was a gorgeous place to call home for a few weeks. The wooden walls and wall-height glass windows overlooked the sea and the beach. Chi-Chi ran through the room plans. Goku and her, of course, took the biggest bedroom in the villa. Gohan and Videl were downstairs in another large bedroom. Goten had his own room near his parents which was the smallest. You were in your own room in the back corner of the uppermost floor next door to Vegeta's room. You leaned down to pick up your bags to start heading upstairs however were met with a shoulder nudging you out of the way. You looked over to see Vegeta leading the way. "Let me get these."

Days passed by in a blur of sunshine, laughter and relaxation. You spent time relaxing with your sister and niece-in-law on the beach while Goku, Gohan and Goten played in the roaring, crisp waves. Gradually, you even saw Vegeta come around to the idea of a vacation. He maintained his aloof demeanour, often preferring solitary walks on the beach or continuing to train behind everyone's backs in the villa's gym. However, there were a few moments when you caught him watching everyone with a hint of longing in his eyes. On this particular occasion, you heard the sliding door click open from the villa. You turned around to see him sporting just a dark blue pair of swimming shorts and a pair of black flip-flops. You hoped your sunglasses hid your eyes as you found yourself drawn to his perfectly chiselled body, toned legs and muscular arms. Sweat dripped down him in the blistering sun as it was clear he had finished another gym session. You let out a flustered sigh as he stretched, looking out in Goku's direction as he made his way down the beach.

"Y/N!" you heard a screech from beside you. You turned your head as your eyes met Chi-Chi's. She held a glare but quickly started to laugh hysterically.

"W-what!?" you responded, shuffling back awkwardly on your towel.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" she answered, "Older sister's intuition tells me that you're eyeing up Vegeta!"

"I am not!" you argued back. Chi-Chi only persisted in making a mockery of you. You rolled your eyes as you tried to play off your sister's teasing, but deep down, you couldn't deny the truth behind her words. There was something about Vegeta that drew you in, something beyond his tough exterior and gruff demeanour. You wanted to break that hard exterior.

As the days passed you found yourself spending more and more time with Vegeta. You started accompanying him to the gym or on his beachside walks. You both were simply enjoying each other's company in the villa. Despite his initial reluctance, he seemed to appreciate having someone to confide in, someone he could talk to about the heavy weight of his past and the struggles that he had faced.

On the sixth night of the vacation, the two of you found yourselves sitting side by side on the beach once again, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of fiery tones that reflected off the clear waters below. The gentle sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the tension that crackled between you.

You sat flushed to one another, you accepted in your head that you didn't think Vegeta would want to be any closer. His eyes fixated forward as you broke the silence, "It's beautiful isn't it."

Vegeta tore his gaze away from the horizon, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes, you could say that... but I don't think it's the most beautiful thing on this beach."

You tilted your head, blinking a little in surprise. You felt your heart skip a beat, "Vegeta..."

He reached out his hand to brush against yours in a tentative gesture. "You know I'm not good with emotions, woman. I've been trying to deny it, push anything I feel aside," he confessed, his voice rough with emotions. "But I feel like I have to be honest with you. I don't find you annoying. I-"

Your breath caught in the back of your throat at his confession, your mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. You hadn't dared entertain the idea that Vegeta could ever feel the same way that you did. His vulnerability lit a fire in your chest, he lay his heart bare before you. Without hesitation, you leaned in closer as your lips met his. A spark ignited between the pair of you. He didn't deny your kiss, gripping your wrist as his lips matched yours. When you eventually pulled back, you were breathless and craved more. In the moment all you could see was Vegeta and all Vegeta could see was you. Nothing else mattered except the two of you embracing under the starlit sky. The world was slowly drawn into focus, and the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore filled the air. You gazed deeply into Vegeta's eyes, seeing his vulnerability there took your breath away.

"I didn't expect this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," you confessed as a smile tugged the corners of your lips. You let your fingers trace his knuckles as you looked up and into his dark eyes, "I want you Vegeta."

He nodded as he leaned in, again claiming your lips as his. His hand sat comfortably on the side of your neck, his fingers tracing your jaw as he slipped his tongue gently into your mouth. You moaned softly, again matching his movements as your tongue swirled against his. Your hands raced through his dark hair, tugging it with your fingers as his moans matched yours. As he pulled away again, you fluttered your lashes with an innocent smile, "My room or yours?"

Without hesitation, Vegeta gripped your hand tightly as he marched back into the villa past everyone in the living room who were gathered to watch TV over dinner. Chi-Chi shot you a glance with a wink accompanying it and you could hear Goku question it as you reached the top of the stairs. "What was that about Chi-Chi?"

Vegeta shoved the door to his room open with his free hand, instantly closing it over once you were inside as he forced you against it. His warm breath greets your neck followed by his lips. Your moans were gentle, your hands gripped to his shoulders. He tugged gently at your skin with his fangs, revelling in the sounds coming from your lips. He grunted, "You do things to me, woman."

"Not as much as you do to me..." you whisper, pressing a playful kiss against his cheek. "My prince..."

Hearing that only got him more riled up. You could feel his hard cock push against your thigh through his shorts. He needed you now. Jumping up in his arms, he kept you held up by your thighs as you both continued making out. Vegeta directed you to the bed, throwing you down harshly as he pulled his tank top over his wide shoulders, dropping it on the floor. "Maybe if you're a good girl, your prince will reward you."

"Don't play coy. I've seen you eyeing me like a piece of meat this entire vacation. You've been begging for me to fuck you." You shook your head with a gentle bite of your lip, drawing a chuckle from the Saiyan's lips. You could only look up hungrily at his body, a smirk plastering his face as he undid the string of his shorts, "I'd be lying if I wasn't doing the same. Why do you think I was hiding out in that gym? Seeing you in that swimwear set me off more than I'm willing to admit."

As his shorts fell, you caught a glimpse of his massive cock as it sprung against his stomach. It was long, girthy and solid hard, craving your touch. He outstretched his finger and beckoned you towards him, "I want you to take me in your mouth."

You were quick to oblige, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed as you gripped his hard length in your hand. Your fingers could barely make it around his shaft. You looked up at him, your touch clearly making him fold as you gently began to suck on his tip. His moan was loud this time, his hand gripping your hair tightly as you stroked him at the same time. His eyes immediately shut, his mouth hanging open as he let more moans escape his lips, "Fuck, ah! Good girl. Such a good girl!"

You allowed your mouth to travel further down his shaft, your wrist twisting as you kept your grip on him. He couldn’t help but mumble and moan as he was like putty in your hands. You slipped off the bed and onto your knees, continuing to look on as you pleasured Vegeta. Your tongue pressured on the base of his cock, and your little kitten licks around his tip making him louder, you did everything right for him. You could feel his dick twitch, he was ready to cum in your mouth, but with one swift motion, he pulled you back to your feet. “Fuck… your turn.”

You were caught by surprise as Vegeta lowered you back down onto the bed on your back, gripping your tiny shorts as he slid them down your thighs. His eyes focused on what was waiting for him. “You’re soaking… I’ve barely even touched you, woman.”

He grasped your shoulders, turning you with your back to his chest as his hand slid down your torso, tugging at your panties hard to drive a moan out of your lips as the fabric rubbed off everything sensitive. He smiled, clearly loving to toy with you. Eventually, your panties were off and on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. He couldn’t help but let his fingers explore further down towards your heat. He circled your clit with his thumb, purring at the sound of your moans escaping your mouth. The louder you were, the harder he’d go, he knew he was pleasing you and he loved every second of it. You stuttered, your brain turning to mush, “V-Vegeta… fuck… so good…”

“I love how loud you are, Y/N, fuck!”

“K-keep going!”

He allowed his fingers to drift down more, keeping his thumb on your clit as he slid two of his fingers inside you. Keeping himself at a steady rhythm, he penetrated you deeper and deeper as he had one set goal in his mind. He wanted you to cum.

It wouldn't take him long to achieve it. You let out a high moan as you found yourself releasing onto Vegeta’s hand. He smirked in a cocky manner as he ground himself to a halt. You looked at him, your eyes watering as you panted heavily. “Fuck… I've never…”

“Shh…” he hushed you, sliding his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise as you gently suckled on them. “Taste how good you are, c'mon. That's a good girl…”

The back and forth was hot, intense, and absolutely nothing short of mind-blowing. You both clearly had one goal in mind now. Vegeta pinned you to the mattress, removing your shirt before positioning himself with your ankles on his shoulders. Slowly but surely he slid inside you, the size of his huge, hard cock stretching against you as he slowly thrust in. You gazed up at him, his eyes drifting back into yours as he grunted loudly in pure bliss. You whimpered with each thrust, Vegeta refusing to hold back as he picked up the pace, each movement pushing him deeper inside you.

“You want me to cum inside you? Is that what you want?” his voice was higher, it was clear he was close. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as he moved in closer. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and basked in his loud callouts. Suddenly, he grabbed your face, his mouth just mere centimetres from yours as he repeated himself. “C’mon, tell me you want me to cum inside you.”

“Please Vegeta,” you begged, the roughness of his movements introducing you to a high you’d never felt before. “Please cum inside me.”

He smirked, letting a gasped laugh out as he buried his head into your chest. He was so close but so were you. You directed your nails to his shoulder blades, clawing in desperation as Vegeta left marks along your collarbone. The prince was whiny, you couldn’t help but love listening to him.

“I-I’m” you called out, his head snapped up as he gazed into your eyes. His hips snapped into you as fast as his body would allow him. You screamed out in pure pleasure, feeling a pure rush of adrenaline run through your body as Vegeta wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He yelled, pushing himself in as deep as he possibly could, letting himself go inside you as he slowly ground to a halt. He collapsed beside you, breathing heavily with his arms folded over his chest. You snuggled your head into his shoulder, looking up as you couldn’t help but grin.

“We can’t let this be once only…” you whispered.

Vegeta nodded in agreement, his head sinking back into the pillow as he slid his arm around your warm, sweaty body.

“I’d take you as my mate… if you’d let me have you… I mean, I can’t see you saying no…”

[morchilluv]

With Nothing but My love - Goku

Warnings: None really. Just a slow burn, and fluff!

Synopsis: Goku and you had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. From childhood adventures to shared secrets, you had a bond that felt unbreakable. Just when your feelings for him started to grow beyond friendship, your parents sent you away, leaving you with no choice but to part ways. So when the day finally came that you reunited, you were completely caught off guard—not by the friendship that picked up where it left off, but by the handsome man Goku had become.

A/N: My Goku fixation is coming back. This fic is inspired by Manolo and Maria because they're just so endgame. It doesn't contain a love triangle, it honestly just skips time over and over again until they confess. I also added 2 alternative ways on how you guys finally confessed!

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Goku and you had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. From childhood adventures to shared secrets, you had a bond that felt unbreakable. But, as life often does, things changed. Just when your feelings for him started to grow beyond friendship, your parents sent you away, leaving you with no choice but to part ways. So when the day finally came that you reunited, you were completely caught off guard—not by the friendship that picked up where it left off, but by the handsome man Goku had become. He was taller, more muscular—no longer the goofy kid you remembered, but a force of nature. And, despite your own growth, you couldn’t deny how impossible it was to ignore the way he made your heart race now.

You stood at the entrance of the town, the familiar sights feeling strange after all these years. Your heart beat a little faster with each step, knowing Goku was back in your life. You’d heard rumors he was around, but seeing him again? That was something else.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice call your name.

You turned, and there he was—Goku. Taller, broader, his once-boyish grin now a confident, easy smile. He was different. A powerful presence radiated from him now, and it made your breath catch.

He jogged up to you, his smile softening. “You’ve changed,” he said, his voice gentle. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

You blinked, still trying to process the sight of him. “I could say the same about you,” you said, your voice softer than you intended.

Goku laughed, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Guess we both grew up, huh?”

The years melted away in that moment, and before you could stop yourself, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. It felt so right, so natural—like no time had passed at all.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “I’ve missed you,” he said quietly.

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered, realizing just how true that was.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

During another training session, Goku and you were sparring. As usual, there was a playful back-and-forth, with Goku dodging your attacks and you trying (and failing) to land a blow.

Meanwhile, your guys' friends were sitting on the sidelines, watching in amusement.

"I think they're both too stubborn to admit it," Krillin said with a knowing grin. "I've been watching this for weeks, and it's obvious. Goku's just waiting for her to say something."

"Yeah, and she's doing everything she can to ignore it," Bulma added, leaning back against a rock. "I swear, if they don't get their act together soon, I'm gonna start charging them for relationship advice."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the scene. "Why would they not admit it? It's obvious. She loves him. And he's completely in love with her. They're both idiots."

Piccolo nodded, though his expression was unreadable. "They're not the most observant when it comes to this stuff."

Suddenly, a punch landed squarely on Goku's chest, knocking him backward a bit. He looked up at you, laughing it off, clearly not noticing the tension.

"I think she likes me," Goku said loudly, still grinning. "But, uh... she won't admit it."

Your face turned a deep shade of red as you yelled across the field, "Goku! What the heck are you talking about?!"

Bulma and Krillin exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. "See? Even he knows it," Krillin said, pointing at the two of you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

It was late one night, and the group had just finished another intense training session. Everyone was winding down, but you and Goku found yourselves alone, sitting outside under the stars.

The cool night air wrapped around you as you sat in comfortable silence, side by side. You weren’t sure what it was, but something felt different tonight. Maybe it was the way the moonlight hit Goku’s face or the fact that you guys had spent so much time together lately. Either way, it was hard to ignore the growing tension.

“So,” Goku began, shifting his weight and leaning closer to you. “You think you could beat me if we went full out? I mean, you’re getting stronger, I’ll give you that.”

You smirked, a little playful and a little daring. “Are you really asking me if I can beat you? You’re supposed to be the strongest fighter. I just don’t want to embarrass you.”

Goku laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter. But as he turned to face you, he misjudged the space between you guys and accidentally brushed his hand along your thigh. His eyes widened as he realized what happened, but he didn’t pull back. He simply looked at you, his gaze intense.

You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. The way Goku looked at you—it wasn’t playful anymore. It was as if he was silently daring you to do something about it.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain control of the situation, but all you could do was respond by leaning in, pressing your body just a little closer to his.

“You’re getting awfully comfortable, Goku,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Goku didn’t answer immediately, his fingers lingering just above your skin. He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your cheek in the most teasingly slow way possible.

Before you could pull away, Goku whispered, “You know I can’t stop myself when I’m this close to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “You think I’m that easy, huh?”

Goku smirked. “You’re anything but easy.” Then, his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. “But I’m gonna make you admit it sooner or later.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

One evening, the group decided to play a friendly game of dodgeball. You and Goku ended up on opposite teams, and things quickly turned competitive. Every time you faced off, sparks flew, not just from your rivalry, but from the undeniable chemistry between you.

After one particularly heated exchange, where Goku intentionally threw the ball just a little too hard at you, you wiped your face, eyes glinting dangerously. “You really want to play dirty, huh?”

“I’m just getting started,” Goku said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He grinned and pulled his shirt off over his head, giving you a teasing wink. “You ready to lose, then?”

Your jaw dropped, your eyes scanning his sculpted chest, but you quickly regained your composure. “You think you can throw me off with your muscles? You’ve got another thing coming, Goku.”

Goku’s smirk deepened. “You sure about that?” He tossed the ball to you, and the game grew more intense, both of you using every opportunity to make the other blush. Every throw felt like a challenge, every dodge like a dance. You guys were getting dangerously close to crossing a line, your bodies brushing against each other as you tried to outplay each other.

Finally, in one moment of utter chaos, Goku reached out to catch the ball you threw. His hand brushed against your waist as he pulled you closer, locking eyes with you for a brief second, the tension palpable.

“Alright, alright, Goku,” you said in a low voice, too close to his ear. “You win... but you owe me. Big time.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

Goku’s laughter echoed in the training field as he dodged a punch from you. The two of you had been sparring for hours, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the way he kept getting just a little too close and his hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder when he showed you a new move. Or maybe it was just that every time you guys locked eyes, it felt like the world slowed down for a second.

“Hey, don’t go easy on me!” you grinned, but Goku’s gaze was soft as he watched you.

“I’m not. I��m just... happy you’re here.” He scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, his voice unusually quiet.

You blinked, a little caught off guard by his tone. “What?”

Goku’s cheeks flushed red, and he waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing, nothing! Just... you’re a really good fighter. And, you know, I’ve missed spending time with you.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering. “I’ve missed it too, Goku.”

For a moment, the tension in the air shifted, and the distance between you felt like it had shrunk. Goku looked away quickly, his nervous energy returning, but that moment lingered between you guys like an unspoken promise.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

A few days later, Goku and you found yourselves alone in the training room, sparring—once again, it felt a little different. You guys were closer than usual, and the air between you was electric. Every time Goku dodged an attack, he was a little too close. When you blocked his punch, your hands brushed in a way that sent a jolt through your body.

You stepped back, your heart racing. “You’re getting way too close,” you teased, trying to hide the heat in your face.

“Am I?” Goku’s grin was dangerously charming. “I didn’t notice.”

Your breath caught as he stepped closer again, his muscles flexing as he effortlessly dodged your strikes. This time, he wasn’t just dodging—he was leaning in, trapping you against the wall. “What if I told you I’m not just trying to dodge?” Goku whispered, his lips hovering near your ear.

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to show it. “Then... I’d tell you to step back.”

Goku didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in just a little more, his breath warm on your neck. “You know I’m not going to let this go, right?”

You swallowed, a twinge of heat spreading down your neck. You could feel the tension rising, and it was getting harder to ignore the electricity crackling in the air. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice was shaky.

Goku kissed your cheek, his lips lingering for just a second. “I think you like it,” he said softly, a playful smirk on his face.

Your heart raced. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, trying to push him away, but your hands shook, betraying you.

Krillin and Bulma, who had been watching from a distance, exchanged knowing glances. “They’re totally going to end up together,” Bulma said, rolling her eyes.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

Later that day, the group was having a quiet dinner, and the atmosphere was relaxed—until Goku and you got into a little playful argument. It started with something trivial, as it often did, but soon, it escalated into something more personal.

“Come on, I know I’m right!” Goku insisted, nudging your shoulder with his elbow.

You smirked. “Oh, you think you’re right, huh?”

Before Goku could respond, you leaned forward, your face dangerously close to his. “I think you’re wrong. I’ve always been right.”

Goku’s eyes widened for a moment as he stared at your lips, the space between them shrinking with every heartbeat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to argue or kiss you. The tension between you was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Then, with the entire group watching in silence, you slowly leaned back and chuckled. “I’m always right, Goku. And you know it.”

You stood up to leave, but Goku followed you, standing just a little too close as he whispered, “You know I’m gonna win, right?”

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with him. “You’ve already lost, Goku.”

Before you could leave, Goku grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you back toward him. The others watched in stunned silence as he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a swift, fiery kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was passionate, all-consuming. And when you guys pulled away, both of you were breathless, both of your hearts pounding.

“Alright,” Bulma said from the other side of the table, clearly not surprised. “I think we can all agree on one thing: Finally.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alternative Confession ੈ✩‧₊˚

The next day, the group went out for a quick mission—nothing too serious, just a small task that required a little teamwork. Of course, Goku and you ended up being paired together.

As the two of you worked together, dodging enemies and supporting each other, it was impossible to ignore the growing tension. Every time you exchanged a look, every time Goku’s hand brushed against your back as you worked in sync, the connection between you guys grew stronger.

Finally, during a quiet moment when both of you were taking a break, you turned to face Goku. “So, are you ever going to stop teasing me?” you asked, crossing your arms, trying to keep your cool.

Goku, still sweaty from the fight, wiped his forehead and gave you a cocky smile. “What, are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad,” you said, but your voice was a little softer than usual. “I’m just tired of waiting for you to do something about all this.”

Goku blinked, a bit confused. “Do something about what?”

“About us, Goku,” you muttered, feeling the heat creep into your cheeks. “This—whatever this is between us—can’t keep going on like this.”

Goku stepped closer, his smile fading into something more serious. “And what do you want me to do about it?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t feel the same way,” you said softly. “I’m done pretending.”

Goku reached out, his fingers brushing your jawline as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re right,” he murmured, before closing the distance and pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that was no longer tentative or playful. It was deep, full of desire, and full of everything you had been holding back for so long.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Time Skip ੈ✩‧₊˚

The stars twinkled above the two of you, your gentle glow the only light in the quiet night. Goku had a way of making everything feel so... simple. And in this moment, with the weight of everything you'd been through, it almost felt like it was just you guys, no world-ending threats, no training, no distractions—just this moment.

Goku shifted uncomfortably, his usual carefree grin a little absent as he fidgeted with his hands. He wasn’t used to this kind of thing, but he knew it was right. He’d faced powerful foes, travelled across galaxies, but there he was, battling something far scarier—his own heart.

“I don’t have anything special to give you...” Goku began, his voice quieter than usual. He gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t have a ring or anything like that. But what I can give you...” He stepped forward, eyes locked on you, his expression serious. “...is all of me. My heart. My strength. Everything I have. Because you’ve always been there for me, and I want to be there for you, always.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. Goku, the warrior who never backed down from a fight, now standing before you, vulnerable, his heart laid bare.

Goku shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a little unsure, but the love in his eyes was undeniable. "I don’t need a ring to show you how much I care," he added with a soft smile. “No matter where you are, I’ll be there. No matter where life takes us, even if I have nothing else, I will come to you with nothing but my love. Will you marry me?”

[vanderdyks]

I literally dont know how to continue explaining to people that part of the reason Goku decided to stay dead was because Gohan hated fighting.

He didnt know this until cell. He literally had no idea. Gohan NEVER gave any indication whatsoever. Couple that with the fact Bulma pointed out most of people threatening the Earth during that point in time were all people wanting Goku. The saiyans. Frieza. The androids. Doctor Gero. Cell.

All because of Goku. Its not his fault but his very existence consistently put the Earth in danger. He truly believed Earth would be safer without him and therefore, gohan wouldnt be consistently placed into battle.

Because Goku didnt know gohan hated fighting. But once he knew came the very interwoven nature of these threats he brought making his own son fight because gohan felt he HAD to. Not because he wanted to. For goku, protecting the earth always aligned with his own love for fighting. But gohan fought out of necessity, out of the very idea that they couldnt afford to do it without him. He has this power he didnt ask for so he must use it right? Because it would be selfish if he didnt.

But goku... goku thought gohan was like him. Gohan WANTED to return to help fight vegeta. He WANTED to go to namek. He WANTED to stay and fight after piccolo almost died to frieza. Goku didnt see gohan train that first year. Didnt witness what it took to make gohan a fighter. All he saw was his son who now was strong and wanted to join the fight like his dad. And he knows gohan is more powerful than them, knows he can stop cell, FELT IT. Gohan has to defeat cell because no one else can. So he thinks if gohan gets angry enough fighting cell, itll be the answer. Because thats how its always been for goku. And in thirty seconds piccolo makes him realize he's wrong. He doesnt argue back, he listens and concedes and realizes that piccolo is right. And suddenly goku wants to abandon his plan and stop the fight. He made a mistake. He intends to get gohan out. And in the end, he still ended up being right, but it doesnt change what goku now knows. Gohan isnt like him and he doesnt enjoy fighting.

Goku would have NEVER made gohan fight if he thought he didnt want to. You know this whenever adult gohan gets involved in a fight and goku apologizes that he had to. Or when someone suggests gohan for a battle and goku is like nah he's "out of practice," even when they have time FOR PRACTICE. He never wants to force gohan into a situation like cell again. Because cell was a mistake and goku has learned from it. So he never asks Gohan to fight anymore. If Gohan wants in then of course he's in. But he wants his son to be able to choose that. He wants gohan to be HAPPY and if thats not fighting then thats perfectly alright with goku.

So it wasnt just about keeping the earth safe. Or his friends. It was knowing that in the safety of gokus absence, gohan wouldnt have to fight either. There would be less threats, less chances of his son being forced into battle. And sure he also trusted that gohan and the others could keep the earth safe if they had to, but he was banking on the threat level significantly decreasing instead.

And decrease it did. They had seven whole years of peace. Not a single threat. Meanwhile from the moment Raditz shows up to gokus death to cell, it all takes place within the span of FIVE YEARS. The longest they went without a threat was the three year gap spent training for the androids. And they spent every waking moment knowing they were coming.

And then if you look at trunks future... majority of the human population being wiped out by the androids. Majority of gokus friends. His son. All dead. Because of him. Because he defeated the red ribbon army when he was a child. And that very easily could have been their future as well. So Goku does his job in preventing that. He saves all of them. And if hes the only one who ends up dead, well... it doesnt matter. Because they aren't. And he intends to keep it that way. So he stays in otherworld, to keep them safe and to give his son a future that he can choose. If Gohan has to fight, then he can. But at least his father wouldnt be the one bringing the threats to his door.

[chosaraki]

Infinite is how much I can stand you…

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Goo kim x R.femele. ( cosplay )

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Goo Kim living with a girlfriend obsessed with cosplay, who appears every night with a new look - and today she chose the female (and absurdly sensual) version of Gojo Satoru. Between provocative lines, humor and desire, Goo can barely decide if he is being seduced... or defeated.

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It was almost midnight.

Goo Kim was in the room, thrown in the armchair, glasses fallen on his face, shirt open to the middle of his chest, a bottle of soju in his hand and a slight sigh of tiredness escaping from his lips.

- "I had five fights today... four death threats... and a guy asked me for an autograph."

But all this disappeared from his head when the bedroom door opened slowly, with the light of the corridor creating a silhouette that already made his blood heat up.

- "Good evening, Mr. Kim..." - she said, with a low voice, dragged and dangerously familiar.

He looked up.

And saw her.

Dressed as Gojo Satoru, female version, in a way that would never exist in the anime - a black glued body, open on the side, leaving a slit that revealed too much skin. The blindfold was made of satin, with a tie that gave an extra charm. The white hair was loose in waves. Heeled boots and a smile that was pure provocation.

- "You... are you in this again?" - he asked, his voice already deeper.

She walked slowly to him, her hips rolling on purpose.

- "I protect the world from spirits... but who protects you from me, Goo?"

He put the bottle aside and snapped his neck.

- "I don't have a shield against sexy women with anime references."

She stopped in front of him, bending over to be very close to his face.

- "Limitless, Goo... do you know what it means?"

- "That you're going to end me?"

She smiled, climbing on his lap without asking permission.

- "It means that... there is no distance between my skin and yours. Nothing can separate us. Not even your shame. Not even your resistance."

Goo took a deep breath. His hand was already firm on her waist, but he pretended to be in control. I tried, at least.

- "You live to torture me, right?"

She put her lips on his ear and whispered:

- "You call me Gojo again and maybe I'll let you cross my infinite domain... with your tongue."

Goo let out a hoarse laugh, turning his face to look at her.

- "You should be arrested."

- "And you should be handcuffing me now."

He couldn't resist anymore. The hands rose, firm, warm, exploring every inch of the provocative fantasy.

- "Last question..." - he murmured, with his lips brushing her neck. - "Tomorrow will be what character?"

She smiled, already with the zipper of the body between her fingers.

- "Maybe Yor Forger. Maybe Makima. Maybe I don't even see anything."

Goo laid her down slowly, the glasses falling to the floor.

- "So I'll need supernatural strength to survive this week."

And that night, the world could explode outside - but, between sheets and whispers, their universe was the only one that mattered.

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If you want, I can write more nights with her dressed as other characters (Makima, Nobara, Bulma, etc.), each with a different sensual and fun approach. Do you want me to continue with this as a series of "cosplay nights"?

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[callistodisco]

Hi there! May I please request a Yamcha x reader on their period if you write for him? If not, I'll happily take Raditz instead. (Both of them deserve more love tbh) Thanks if you consider and have a nice day/night! 💕

ur name is SO REAL

yes i'll do Yamcha

i like Raditz so i included him🤭

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Yamcha x f!reader, Raditz x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

On Your Period

Yamcha

you aren't his first period experience, that would be Bulma, and to be honest, i don't think you can be as bad as her

has committed your box to memory in case you run out, he's just considerate like that🤭

ok technically it was kinda on accident, Bulma and one of his past side chicks had the same kind

bro lowkey doesn't know what to do about cramps, you got 3 different types of pain meds, a heating pad AND heated plush, bro even bought you snacks

either way he doesn't bother you when he can tell they're being painful, he does NOT wanna get on your bad side

you went back to normal after a day or two, sure, but he still insists you keep the meds on the bedside table or in a bag when you go out

he learned VERY quickly from Bulma that cramps might just hurt worse than dying frfr

we don't speak of the incident between those two, that his hidden lore never to be dug up

Raditz

so i have no idea if saiyan women have periods, maybe, maybe not

but lets say THEORETICALLY that they did, Raditz would still have no idea what to do with you

bro is a GUY, he has been surrounded by men since he was like 5, HE ISN'T EDUCATED LIKE THAT, and no, he doesn't bother doing research on earthling women, because why should he?

so you better hope you explained menstruation to this man, or else this week just got a whole lot longer

now lets say you did tell him, because our boy has gotta be prepared for these things‼️

he will try to argue with you less, key word: try, any sass you throw as him, he WILL throw back, it don't matter how much you're bleeding

regarding pads/tampons, he finds them confusing and kinda disgusting lol

"you bleed on multiple of those for a week and just...throw them out?" "yeah??"

"why the hell are you putting it in there-" "because of the BLOOD??"

you told him about the cramps but he didn't think it'd be this bad, so now he's just confused on how tf a heating pad and some pain meds are calming you down

after the first day or two you got back into your routine and he thought you were crazy, wasn't it supposed to last a week, why are you normal after a day???

now if you DIDN'T tell him, oh boy...are you in for it

AS PER THIS POST, he finds it hot🫦when you're sassy, as such when you start to get irritated more often he thinks you're coming onto him

it took several declines of his advances before he thought "maybe there's ACTUALLY a problem"

was utterly CONFUSED by your pads/tampons, you need these once month for a week? how useless. and yeah, still disgusted

don't even run out, that will be the most humiliating phone call, even if you can look back and laugh on it later

"girl, what pussy size you wear?" "...the purple ones in isle 9...with the flowers..."

now cramps? absolutely thought you were over exaggerating, no way a non existent wound hurts this much

anyways, after your two day recovery, he 100% thought you were cappin about this whole period thing, you said a week, not two days, get real

you were over it at this point and ended up getting a period simulator...yeahhh, maybe he'll shut his mouth next time🤭

so tragic Raditz's is longer, but he's my silly scrimblo i couldnt help it

[vee-vee-writes]

Haunted Memories and Broken Dreams (slight Vegeta x Saiyan!reader)

Slight AU where Bulma never went to Namek with Krillin and Gohan. Gender Neutral piece so imagine yourself as you please :)

Notes: I wrote this in an hour, it’s late at night so please excuse any grammar or other issues. I just wanted to get it out of my system. It’s what I think someone like Raditz would have to contend with if he’d lived & watched Vegeta destroy Nappa.

It had been a little over a year since the battle against Kakarot. Following Prince Vegeta, you had travelled with him and Nappa to find the Dragon Balls Raditz’s killer had unwittingly informed you of. You’d met the Namekian, Piccolo, who had killed your comrade when a team of Earth fighters had appeared to try and stop you. The Saibamen had made quick work out of one of them and two more had fallen to Nappa. Well the small one Chiaotzu had blown himself up trying to take out Nappa but considering he’d survived the attack it counted as a point to Nappa in your book.

Despite being the weakest of Frieza’s Saiyans now that Raditz was dead, Vegeta had decided it was best to let Nappa blow off some steam. Sidelining you with him had been a mistake and once Kakarot had appeared he’d made short work of Nappa. You’d watched in horror as Nappa, the man who had faithfully served his prince since before Planet Vegeta’s destruction, was destroyed by Vegeta’s dirty fireworks attack. Yet you knew even if you sided with Kakarot now and somehow did defeat Vegeta it was no good. Death was inevitable where Frieza was concerned.

So like always you’d fought alongside Vegeta, barely making out alive in the end. For all your loyalty, the scumbag prince had crawled into his pod and abandoned you to die on this mudball planet. The only reason you weren’t dead was thanks to Kakarot who saw a worthy sparring partner in you. It had taken a month in that godforsaken human hospital before the sensu beans were ready. While Kakarot had been keen to give you a bean, nobody else was. With most of the Z fighters dead and the rest on their way to Namek there was no one to defeat you if you did decide to wreck havoc on the Earth while Goku was gone.

Instead Bulma had compromised, promising Goku that she would have you taken to Capsule Corp where you’d finish the rest of your treatment up. True to her word, you’d been transferred there a few days later. While you were rather grouchy about the backward underdeveloped nature of the technology on this planet, being doted on at Capsule Corp was rather nice. Bulma had taken a shine to you once she’d realised you were mostly bark in your current state and as far as earthlings went you had to admit she wasn’t so bad. Mrs Brief’s had enjoyed having you stay, constantly bringing you baked sweets and fresh beverages. Mr Brief’s even stopped in time to time to chat with you and inquire about Saiyan/Frieza tech. For a low class Saiyan who had spent years under both Frieza and Vegeta’s thumbs it sure was a good life.

But then Vegeta had reappeared, reincarnated and cockier than ever. Walking in with a smug indifference over your survival, he’d relayed to you the situation on Namek and the likelihood that you were the last two (full blooded) Saiyans left. His demeanour screamed that he expected you to once again fall in line behind him and without Kakarot there didn’t seem to be any likelihood of disobeying Vegeta and surviving. With a heavy heart you accepted that no matter what you seemed destined for a life of servitude.

Seeing how Vegeta’s visit had shaken her injured Saiyan guest Bulma had done everything in her power the two of you seperate. The creation of the gravity spaceship(s) for Vegeta and his sudden departure into space had at least kept him off your back. While you were glad to be rid of his mockery and constant demands, a deep bitterness began to fester in his absence.

Vegeta and Nappa had always looked down upon you and Raditz but you had bitten your tongue and followed orders. Even as elite Saiyans, the two of you had not been granted the privilege of being born into high class families. Instead, you and Raditz were lowborn’s who’d gotten lucky. Enslavement under Frieza had heightened these divides and in moments of frustration and anger you both became verbal, and sometimes physical punching bags, for Vegeta. Nappa followed Vegeta’s lead for the most part, though occasionally cut the two of you some slack.

But now all of that suffering felt like it had been for nothing. Frieza was dead, killed by Kakarot or with him in Namek’s explosion and you had not even been present to bear witness. An unfamiliar feeling gnawed at you over Kakarot’s demise. Guilt. The younger Saiyan was the reason you were even alive and yet it seemed your debt would go eternally unpaid. Vegeta had abandoned you to die in an act of self preservation. If you’d even thought of doing the same, running back to Frieza with your tail tucked you would have been killed. But Vegeta was the Prince of all (five) Saiyans, he had lived a life of special privileges that no other Frieza force member was granted.

Raditz, the only other true ally you’d ever had was gone, executed the year prior. All Vegeta had done was mock his death, not a single remorseful word shed over a lifelong ally’s death. Even Nappa was gone, betrayed and destroyed by the very boy he had all but raised after your planets destruction. It all left a bitter taste in your mouth. Behind it all a single being featured.

Resentment and anger bubbled, boiling over to your dreams. Even when Vegeta was absent you were never truly free of him. His acts of vicious contempt raged, pointing out every weakness and flaw. Beaten bloody and on the edge of death you’d awake in a cold sweat, desperately clutching at the sheets as you tried to get your bearings. Earth was full of new experiences and crying was no different. On the days you didn’t wake in a violent start you found tears pooled in your eyes and a wetness on your pillow.You would never know what it meant to be whole, unburdened. You would never know what it meant to be loved by your kin. Most of all, you would never get an apology, even if Vegeta did return. No his overinflated ego was much to big for that and you doubted he’d ever felt anything other than hatred and amusement at others suffering. It seemed you were doomed to a life of haunted memories and broken dreams, Vegeta’s cruelty had tainted your very being.