#and that usually means vegeta wakes up with me

[risingsouls]

" I can fly you fucking morons. Your short, ' he can't reach the cabinets ' jokes do not land when I can fucking fly. "

[dballzposting]

I’ve mentioned this before but it was a while ago so I’m gonna say it again

I think that one time when Trunks was 13 or so, the family friend Yamucha came over to visit & he stayed a few days at Capsule Corp.

And Trunks knows Yamucha as well as one would know an uncle who has no kids: like, “I have no cousins at your house, so I’ve never really been there, but I know you well enough, and you’re pretty cool I guess,” yknow? Yamucha sends Trunks a birthday card in the mail every year so there’s that. 

But he’s never had the privilege of seeing Yamucha in the morning. He’s only seen him well-dressed at a Z Team get-together.

So it’s like, Trunks wakes up and goes to one of the various Capsule Corp domestic kitchens and there he finds Yamucha who has also just gotten out of bed. Standing there in nothing but boxers. Rummaging through the cupboards.

“Hey kiddo. How’d you sleep?” Trunks doesn’t have time to answer before Yamcuha says “Where do you keep the cornflakes?”

Trunks doesn’t know if they have cornflakes. He doesn’t eat cornflakes.

Yamucha finds the cornflakes and pours himself a heaping bowl. He sits down WITH the milk and box handy. 

The thing is .... well it’s like this. Trunks has never seen a middle-aged man before. His father is a Saiyan who does not age in the conventional human way. Vegeta is still taut and virile and shiny like an action figure. And the other predominant man in Trunks’s life, his grandfather, is OLD. He’s a old old old man. Soft and shitty and pale.

He’s never borne witness to a stocky hairy middle-aged man before. Yamucha is still rippling with muscle but overcast his lean is a layer of middle-aged fat and skin, he has a beer gut coming on, his stomach looks like the unkept undergrowth of a forest, hair is starting to sprout softly atop the meat of his shoulders. He’s got this .. MIDDLE-AGED MAN look. I mean he looks GOOD still don’t get me wrong like if you saw him walking down the street you’d be like “Now THAT middle-aged man takes care of himself” like you can still tell that he’s in really good physical shape. But as well as being a martial artist he’s also kind of living the bachelor’s lifestyle, and more pertinently, he’s not the impossibly muscular Saiyan that Trunks is used to looking at.

Trunks has never seen a middle-aged man before.

Trunks sits down to have breakfast with him to be polite, although usually he does wait until the cooks present breakfast to the whole family. But he’ll have a morning snack with Yamucha, okay, sure. 

And they have conversation and Yamucha is very amiable and pleasant. He definitely comes across as very approachable and trustworthy. He’s a nice man. But Trunks really doesn’t know what to do with the unfettered view of Yamucha’s hairy scarred-up man chest. And Trunks suddenly feels so tiny at this table. 

The spoon looks so tiny in Yamucha’s garage of a fist as he puts away 4 bowls of cornflakes in a row, never breaking conversation. Trunks isn’t really saying much but is instead sneaking covert glances at his own hands, flexing them subtly, wondering if they’ll ever be as masculine and monstrous as Yamucha’s.

Trunks knows that he eats much more than any typical human, and one manner of comparison that had struck him and has stuck with him is the detail that apparently, for most humans, one bowl of cereal is enough for breakfast. That just floors him; how can humans eat so little? And so he never forgot that fact. But now he’s watching Yamucha, full-blooded human, put away 4 bowls of cereal in a row like it’s nothing. Is it because he’s a middle-aged man? But isn’t it usually that growing kids eat more? Now Trunks REALLY doesn’t know what to believe in.

Trunks sort of thought that he was growing himself, that he was bigger and smarter than he used to be, but he is rendered so feckless and small next to Yamucha’s towering and hairy form. Yamcuha’s hands are so big and somewhat gnarled with use & age and hairy about the poignant knuckles that it seems like he could scoop Trunks up with one hand and hold him like a kitten. Trunks is pretty sure that if that happened that he wouldn’t do anything about it and would just sit there, passive and dazed, in the cradle of yamucha’s giant man hand. 

Trunks has never seen a middle-aged man before and he doesn’t know what to make of it 

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 072

There’s a lot of bullshit in this episode, but I keep finding myself outraged over Granny’s Secret Sauce.  

Okay, let’s take this one step at a time.  Last episode, Hit killed Goku, but Goku was actually ready for it.  Before he was struck with a fatal blow, Goku fired off a ki blast that was set to boomerang back down on him and restart his vitals.  I guess?  It’s all very goofy, and somehow I feel like a 1,000 year old master assassin would be expecting a trick like that, but whatever.  I think everyone knew going in that they weren’t going to kill Goku a third time. 

This could settle things, as Hit would probably leave the Earth, satisfied that he fulfilled his contract, but Goku wants to track him down and continue the battle.  Gohan, Goten, and Piccolo find this unwise at best, but they agree to support Goku’s decision, on account of all the times he’s saved the Earth in the past. 

Okay, I really hate this scene.  Goten is the most reluctant of the three to go along with this, and it’s not hard to imagine why.  He grew up without a father, and Goku didn’t return to his life until only recently.   And then he seems to get killed all over again, only to wake up again.  And now he wants to jump right back into the danger.  This fucking sucks.  I hate this.  This episode makes me hate Goku and I hate this episode for making me hate Goku. 

I know he wants to fight Hit on Hit’s own terms.  I get that.  This episode demonstrates just how limited Hit’s moveset is when he’s confined to a ring and forbidden from using lethal force.  Goku wanted to have a proper battle with this guy, and that’s nice of him and all, but if he has to put his son through this then it’s not worth it, not even close.

Also, they keep drawing everyone off-model, which really works against this grim atmosphere they keep trying to set up.  This episode feels more like a Batman comic than a Dragon Ball cartoon, but at least they usually draw Batman right in the comics.

I can’t even appreciate the fight because it’s so confusing that it’s impenetrable.  Hit used the Time Skip in their last encounter, but by this point Goku’s got that so well-scouted that it’s useless against him, and Hit knows it.  So Hit uses other techniques, like an energy blast Goku can’t see or sense, and some sort of trick where Goku can see Hit but not touch him.  Much of the fight is spent with Goku just trying to figure out where Hit is, which isn’t very exciting, because even if he finds the guy, he can’t actually do anything to him.

And this could work, if the story was about Goku figuring out Hit’s techniques and devising countermeasures against them.  I mean, I think that’s what happens in this episode, except Hit’s powers are so poorly explained that I have no idea how he’s doing any of this, and so I have no idea how Goku counters any of it.  Vados and Champa watch the fight from a distance, and she tries to explain it to Champa, and he gets frustrated because he doesn’t understand a word of her explanation.   You and me both, dude.

Oh, here’s a shot of Vados talking where they do that bit.  You know, the shortcut where they draw the face in profile, but instead of moving her jaw and mouth, they just draw a mouth on the side of her face and make it move for the lip flaps.  That one.  I hate it.  They could have just done a 3/4 shot of Vados and saved themselves from this crap, but nope. 

Then Beerus, Whis, and Vegeta drop in too, and Goku finally notices all these guys watching their fight, and some stuff happens, and I guess Goku won?  I mean, he’s not dead, so yeah.  Vegeta demands to know what this is all about, and it soon becomes clear that Goku was the one who hired Hit.  He had to use Whis and Vados as intermediaries to do it.  Also, I’m not sure how Goku plans to pay for this, since I’m pretty sure Hit doesn’t take Earth money or radishes as payment. 

Vegeta is legitimately jealous of Goku for enjoying Hit as an opponent more than Vegeta.  Seriously.  This episode inspired a Team Four Star skit where Goku and Vegeta were in couples counseling over Goku paying for a fight instead of being with his rival.  At the time it seemed like a humorous exaggeration, but no, it’s in this episode. 

Then Chi-Chi shows up and she’s so relieved because Piccolo told her about the assassin and she was so worried and look at how cute her face is while she holds her big dumb man.  Fuck you twice, Goku.  Hiring somebody to kill you because you like fighting more than being alive.

I could go on about this ratshit, but I need to talk about Vegeta before I get sidetracked. 

Okay, so while all this was going on, Vegeta was doing sparring drills with Whis.  He had to do 100, and he made it all the way to 97, but then he got tired or something and tried to convince Whis into skipping the last three.  So he offers him a delicious steak dinner in exchange.

Right so that’s asinine in and of itself.  First of all, Vegeta was the one who begged Whis to train him.  He even used this same offer to try to get accepted as his student.  Remember?  He took Whis to a steakhouse only to find that Whis had already eaten there.  And then it soon became clear that Vegeta had no special food he could offer to sway Whis, so he had to resort to instant ramen as a bribe.  So Whis already knows that Vegeta has no cards left to play.  More importantly, why is Vegeta even trying to bribe his way out of this?  He wanted to train with Whis, and now he’s training with Whis, and he wants to cut it short? 

I’m tempted to write an RP about this scene, something sometime my OC despises the Saiyan monarchy something something lazy royalist fraud, something something Where’s your Saiyan pride just do the last three drills you blueberry looking hypocrite. 

So Whis isn’t buying it, and Vegeta ups the ante by promising steak that’s been drizzled with his grandmother’s secret sauce!   “A prime cut that’s been topped with the Vegeta Family Recipe!” 

And I got excited, because the mere mention of Vegeta’s grandmother is like this lore faucet being turned on.   Tell us about your grandmother, the mighty and terrible bride of King Vegeta II.  Speak, O Prince, of her gruesome-yet-savory sauce, made from the blood of her enemies, eleven herbs and spices, and of an ingredient so secret that its name was forbidden among Saiyankind. 

And then I got disappointed, because at the end of the episode they remind him of his promise, and Vegeta panics because there is no secret recipe, and he’s not even sure he has a grandmother.  He made the whole thing up.  Lies make Baby Jesus cry, Vegeta. 

The least they could have done would be to use a picture of an actual Saiyan grandmother, instead of this stock image of an Earthling with two adorable Earthling children.  At least show me an actual Saiyan grandma, Toei!  Let there be an actual Vegeta Family Recipe, dammit! 

But no, this episode won’t let me have anything. 

This is why I make my own stuff.  Because in my own little made-up world, Vegeta has a distant ancestor who did have a recipe for secret sauce, and its zesty flavor wound up getting passed down through the generations until it made its way to the Vegetas.  The secret ingredient is love, Vegeta.  The love that comes from cherishing your family and your passion to the point where you can’t help but do those last three sparring drills, because you know it’ll make you an even better chef, and your drive will push your culinary skills even further than the limits of ordinary Saiyans. 

The secret ingredient is honesty.  The kind of honesty where you would sooner tear off your own arm than lie to your wife about how you paid someone to kill you instead of just doing your damn drills.    It’s the realization that you will never be good enough, but you have to do better, be better, because you’re an example for the future, whether you wanted to be or not. 

“I just think you boys should try harder, that’s all.  As much as it galls me to admit it, you’ve both surpassed me in all sorts of ways.  It’s not just about hitting things.  It’s about honor.  Self-respect.  Not making some back-alley payment so a cut-throat will jump you.  Not looking for shortcuts when you could be pushing yourself.”

“Okay, okay.  You made your point.  We’re sorry.”

“Tch.  I simply buckled under the pressure.   I suppose that’s never happened to you before, huh?”

“I get it, I’ve been there.  You have a moment of weakness, and you make mistakes.  If you two can admit it, then that’s good enough for me.”

“Then you’ll do it?  You’ll make the secret sauce?”

“Hah!  I’ve already got it simmering right now.  I just hope Earth’s livestock are hearty enough to compliment it.  I was always gonna bail you out.   I just wanted you to sweat for a minute.   The secret ingredient is compassion, boys.”

“Also, thousand island dressing.”

[yeowangies]

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Mature CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Romance, Mention of Pregnancy, Some fluff. WORDCOUNT: 4459

Summary:

Raditz would have never thought he would be sleeping next to a woman, the same woman, for years. 

Notes:

I've been too lazy to upload this, I'm sorry. All chapters are on AO3 already!

Daylight was filtering through the window, and birds were singing right outside. It was peaceful, and while Raditz usually didn’t like peaceful, that early morning was certainly nice. 

It was barely 7am, but he was awake, God knows why. You were sleeping right beside him, snoring faintly with your head resting on his arm. He snorted, it was a funny sight. He would have never thought he would be sleeping next to a woman, the same woman, for years. When he told you you were his mate a long time ago, you told him that wasn’t what they called it on Earth. ‘Girlfriend’ was the word you offered, with another alternative like ‘partner’ if he didn’t like that word, and even ‘lover’ if he was feeling romantic. He rarely used those, though.

Everything had been quiet and strangely calm the last year since Kakarot died. Raditz wasn’t used to it, he didn’t exactly know what to do with his free time, especially after Vegeta had sworn to never fight again. That had been bizarre, but he supposed he understood his reasons. He grew to like his brother, and his family, after all they have been through. Gohan was a nice kid, he was even kind to him, his kidnapper almost 7 years ago. And Goten was cute, he couldn’t deny it; he was the split image of his brother and his father. 

Raditz turned to look at you. He really couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he would settle down on Earth. Sneaking his arm from underneath you, he removed the sheets, throwing them at the edge of the bed. Careful not to wake you, he sat up and leaned over your belly.

“Hello there, little guy. Or girl. Whatever you are.” He paused, looking at you to check if you were still sleeping. “Your mother told me I had to speak to you, even though you are probably tiny and I doubt you can even hear me or understand what I’m saying. I don’t know if I’m good at this, either.”

He looked at you again. Still sleeping. He supposed he could take the opportunity to say anything. 

“It’s a shame you won’t get to meet your uncle. But your cousins are nice. Your aunt is nice too I guess, though she yells a lot. And your mother… She's right about a lot of things, but don’t tell her I said that… You’re gonna have a nice life here, and I will train you when you grow up a bit… I can’t wait to meet you, actually.”

He stopped when he noticed you shifting, and when he looked up at you, you were awake, knowingly grinning down at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Raditz grunted, slumping back right beside you.

“You were talking to the baby.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” You snickered quietly, scooting closer to him. “I encouraged you to do it. Supposedly it’s the size of a tangerine now, so I don’t think it understands you, though.”

He ran a hand down his face, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt. You hummed, amused, wrapping an arm around his waist, remaining silent for a few moments before speaking again.

“I hope it’s a girl. We will find out the next time we go to the doctor.” He grunted in acknowledgement. “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care, but… a girl would be nice.”

“Imagine if she has your wild hair.”

He snorted.

“I hope she looks like you if it’s a girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re beautiful.”

You smiled, nuzzling his neck. 

“Paternity is really hitting you hard, huh?”

“I had always told you I found you attractive.”

“Yeah, you call me hot, sexy, and I think you even used the word alluring a few times. But rarely ‘beautiful’.”

“Don’t all those words mean that?”

“Not exactly. I like your compliments either way.”

“They’re true. I enjoy being with you.” He slid his hand down your back, tightening his grip on your waist. 

When you looked up to smile at him, he kissed you, slow and sweet. 

“We really should make the most of this time before the baby is born.” You sighed when Raditz trailed his lips down your jaw. “We won’t have much time afterwards.”

He pulled away to look at you, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that the baby will take up a lot of our time.”

“Why? It’s a baby.”

“Yeah, and babies cry, eat, poop and sleep. And we gotta do all those things with it, and when the baby sleeps, I’m supposed to be asleep too. That’s the first lesson.”

“Why just you?” He asked, confused.

“Well you too I guess. But a baby is hard work, we’re gonna be tired the first few months, we probably won’t have time to have sex.”

“Hold up.” He stopped you, suddenly alarmed. “How many days are we talking about?”

“Days?” You snorted. “After I give birth, it’s gonna take a month or two for my body to heal.”

“What?”

“And after that… I don’t know, maybe one or two months more until we get used to the baby’s schedule.”

Raditz looked at you, flabbergasted. 

“We won’t have sex for four months?!”

For some ridiculous reason, you didn’t seem nearly as upset about that as he was. You even looked calm, so he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No. I just knew this before we even got pregnant.”

“And you still wanted to go through with this?!”

“Yes.” You snickered. 

“Damn it. This baby better be the most powerful being in the entire universe.”

You kept giggling as Raditz resumed trailing kisses down your neck, slowly sliding a hand underneath your shirt.

“You know, my mom is kinda mad that I’m pregnant and single.” You commented casually, humming when he nibbled the skin under your ear. 

“You’re not single, though.”

“I mean, technically no. But I’m not married.”

Somehow, this conversation seemed like a trap. He hadn’t been in any relationship before, but he interacted enough with Chichi and Bulma, and even you, to know that the direction where this was heading was tricky.

“You told me you didn’t care about that.” Raditz said after a while, pulling away a little to look at your face.

“I don’t.” You smiled sweetly. “After everything we went through, I don’t care about whether or not we are married. Goku was married to Chichi for like ten years, and yet he spent over a year apart from her and Gohan after the battle in Namek, with no explanation, and even now he chose to stay dead. Vegeta was not married to Bulma when she was pregnant, and he left her alone anyway during that time.”

He waited for you to go on, trying to grasp what you were trying to say.

“What I mean is, I don’t care if we’re married, it doesn’t mean anything. I just want you to stay here with me now.”

Raditz considered your words carefully. He remembered vividly that his father always left to go on missions, leaving his mother alone with him, even when she was pregnant with Kakarot, it wasn’t a big deal for him and he left anyway. His mother was pissed that last time because he was gone for months, and he missed his brother’s birth. He supposed that was the nature of the Saiyans, especially with how Kakarot and Vegeta had acted, but apparently that wasn’t good parenting for humans. 

Looking into your eyes, he replied after a moment.

“I’ll stay.”

“You better.” You smiled widely.

He kissed you again, pulling you flush against him. 

You made out slowly and sensually, Raditz running his hands up and down your sides, until you finally pulled away to take off your shirt, leaving you in just your panties. He moved to lie on top of you, but with a hand on his chest, you pushed him back against the mattress. He quirked an eyebrow at you as you sat up, and he smirked when you grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

From where you were sitting, you got on your knees and leaned over towards his lap, sliding your hands towards his underwear. It was probably an awkward position for you, but Raditz had a privileged view of your behind at the same time he could also watch you blow him, so he wasn’t going to complain. He sighed when you planted small kisses on the skin of his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Hooking your fingers underneath the fabric, you pulled his underwear down his thighs and his erection bounced free. 

Raditz could see your face only partially from the side, that was the disadvantage of that position. You pulled your hair back as best as you could before wrapping your hand around his dick, taking your time stroking him, eliciting a quiet groan from his lips. When you darted your tongue and licked slowly at the head, he groaned again, louder this time.

“Fuck…” He cursed just as you took the head in your mouth. “You were always good at that…”

You hummed in approval, and Raditz ran a hand over your hair, removing the strands falling on your face. He kept his eyes on you as you licked on the side, from the base all the way up before wrapping your lips around the head again. 

No matter how many times you had done that, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you every time. You were so good, you made sucking him off look effortlessly sexy, and your warm mouth felt like heaven each time you took him in. 

He wished he could see your face, but he knew he was being greedy, it’s not like he hadn’t seen you looking right into his eyes as you blew him on other occasions. And looking at your ass from the side, this wasn’t so bad either. 

Reaching out, Raditz pulled down your panties right below your butt before running his hand over your hips and down your cheeks. You moaned around him and jumped slightly when he slid his fingers right in between, softly touching your rear entrance and trailing lower over your folds all the way down to your clit. You didn’t pull away from him, still moving your head back and forth on his cock, and he kneaded your ass in appreciation.

His touch was light when Raditz ran his fingers over your entrance again, but when you took him deeper into your mouth, the tip of his dick stroking the back of your throat, he let out a guttural growl, and decided to stop teasing you. Licking his index and middle finger, he ran them over your folds before gently sliding them inside you. 

He didn’t even know why he had licked his fingers.

“You are so wet already.” He panted heavily. “Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?”

You moaned around him in response, sliding his dick all the way in until he hit the back of your throat again, and holding it in place for a few seconds. Raditz let out a low groan, his hips jerking upwards just as you pulled back. He pumped his fingers inside you before pulling them out and rubbing your clit, paying you back for your skills. Your toes curled and your body shivered at that, and you drew back for a moment to moan loudly, your hand stroking his cock instead. 

Raditz was mentally debating whether or not to come in your mouth, and when you went back to wrapping your lips around his dick and bobbing your head up and down, he was so close to simply letting you do as you pleased. But his fingers were inside you again, plunging in and out, and he just knew he had to have you, he had to bury his cock in your tight warmth. 

He pulled out his fingers, caressing your clit softly for good measure, before he grabbed a handful of your ass to squeeze it. You hummed contently around him, and pulled away with a loud pop when he suddenly tugged at your arm.

“Come here, babe.” Raditz said with a smize, knowing well what it did to you when he called you that. 

As you took off your underwear completely, he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, tasting you. You watched him intensely while he did it, and he was proud to see a faint blush on your cheeks.

“You always taste good.” He commented as you straddled him. 

“I want to say you’re a pervert,” You tossed your panties at his face playfully, but he caught them just before they hit him. “But I kinda like that about you.”

He smelled your panties before tossing them aside, and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I guess we are both perverts.” 

Raditz pulled you down on top of him and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back fervently. He ran his hands all over your skin, from your back and all the way down to your hips and butt, stroking your flesh, wrapping his tail around your waist tightly. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” He murmurred against your lips, wrapping his arms around you again to keep you close. “I want you so bad.”

You smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

“You have me.” 

He smirked as you sat up a bit, running your hands from his shoulders and down his chest, feeling his hardened skin. There was a faint scar from when he fought against Goku and Piccolo on his torso, and you traced a finger over it before sliding your hands lower. Raditz glanced at you carefully and grasped his cock before you did, pumping it in his hand just as you positioned yourself above it.

When you slowly sank into him, you both moaned in unison. You leaned down to kiss him, and he kissed you back softly, humming when you started rolling your hips. Raditz let you set the rhythm however you wanted, resting his hands on your hips and keeping his tail around your waist. 

His breath hitched when you shifted slightly and lifted your hips before slowly sinking back down. You moaned against his lips as you set the pace, steady and unhurried. Raditz ran his hands everywhere he could reach, from your chest, over your back and down your hips, squeezing your butt when he settled his hands there. You kept making small noises, and he swallowed every one of them, kissing you urgently.

“Talk to me.” You whispered, looking at him in the eye. “I love it when you talk to me…”

“I know.” He replied with a smug smile, and you chuckled quietly. “All I can think about is that you are going to kill me if you don’t speed up.”

You laughed breathily and kissed him gently, still keeping the same slow rhythm you had set. 

“You are torturing me on purpose.” He gripped your hips tightly for a minute as his hips jerked upwards, making you moan loudly. “You always do that.”

Raditz started meeting your hips halfway, thrusting up just as you ground down, but he tried to keep up with the pace you had set, as torturous as it was for him. 

“I enjoy you more this way.” You said in between moans and kisses.

“You’re evil.” With a smirk on his lips, he gripped your ass a little more roughly than usual, digging his fingers into your flesh and making you cry out, before letting you go. “You’re so wet and tight, and you do this to me…”

You took mercy on him at last and you pulled away, bracing your hands on the mattress, and lifted your hips before pushing down on him rapidly. Raditz groaned, squeezing your hips as you finally started riding him more eagerly. 

“Fuck yes, baby, keep doing that…” He grunted, fixing his eyes on his cock disappearing in between your thighs, getting lost in the sensation of being wrapped inside your warmth. He slid his hands upwards towards your bouncing breasts, massaging them as his gaze moved towards your face. “You’re fucking amazing…”

You bit your lip, staring down at him before leaning in to kiss him. You kept that speed, dropping your hips swiftly onto his cock. Raditz thrust upwards every time, his hands once again settling on your ass and squeezing it more gently then. He kissed you back hungrily, running his tongue over your lips as you moaned into his mouth. 

It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, and while mostly he would let you do as you pleased (he liked whatever you did to him, that was basically what got him under your spell), he was dying to take control. 

Holding you close to him, Raditz sat up without breaking away from your lips. You made a little surprised noise and wrapped your arms around his shoulders when he got on his knees to turn around. He placed you carefully on your back on the bed, nibbling your lips before pulling away and sitting in between your thighs.

He would have to be more mindful than before now that you were carrying his child. 

“Don’t worry,” You said, almost as if reading his mind. It shouldn’t even be a surprise that you would guess what he was thinking about, and he smiled down at you. “The baby will be fine. As long as you don’t punch me in the stomach or something.”

“When have I ever done something like that?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to hold back.”

That look in your eyes, they were implicitly begging Raditz to be rough. He knew you well enough. 

Hooking your legs over his elbows just as his tail wrapped around your thigh, he didn’t waste time and thrust into you with deliberate force, making you scream. He started pounding into you ruthlessly, leaning down to mouth at your neck, nibbling and sucking the skin there. 

“You take me so fucking well,” Raditz groaned against your ear, reveling in the moans coming from your lips. “Fuck, I would do anything for you…”

You whimpered loudly, sneaking your hands into his hair and tugging lightly at the roots. His hips bucked into you harshly, and a purr slipped from the back of his throat. 

“My pussy was made for you.” You breathed into his ear, once again pulling at his hair, a little harder this time.

His hips faltered again, and a guttural growl slipped from his lips.

It had been a long time since Raditz realized you knew too much about his weaknesses, and back when you were just starting to have sex regularly, he would knowingly let you touch him however you wanted; at some point he was even testing himself. And he hadn’t regretted anything ever since, your touch only bringing him pleasure every single time. Not to mention that you had started talking dirty back to him, and that simply set his body on fire. 

As a reward, he slammed into you almost violently, and your body shivered underneath him.

“Everything about you is made for me.” He grunted, licking your neck before pulling away to kiss your lips. 

You let go of his hair then, sliding your hands down to cup his face briefly before running them down his body and settling in his hips. 

Once again, Raditz wasn’t expecting you to graze your fingers over his tail, just where it met his lower back. And he certainly wasn’t expecting you to tug on it. He should have, you didn’t do it as often, but only when you wanted to spur him on. 

“Fuck,” He groaned against you lips, his hips jerking forward roughly. “Are you trying to make me come?”

“I’m gonna come soon,” You panted, once again pressing your fingers over that same spot, his rhythm turning uneven. “Keep fucking me…”

Raditz grunted when you softened your touch on his tail, relieved that he could make this last at least a little longer. But only for so long, both of you were on the verge of your climax, and he knew your body as if it was his own. 

Focusing on you and the sensation you were giving him, he started ramming into you without mercy, his cock sliding in and out at a deliciously brutal pace. His nerves were ablaze, and he groaned into your neck, marveling in the cries coming from your lips. His tail tightened its grip on your thigh, almost as if scared you were going to slip away.

The headboard was rattling wildly against the wall and the bed was creaking loudly; the room was filled with the obvious sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed in with your moans and his groans. Your pleasant smell was invading his nostrils, and Raditz inhaled deeply, getting lost in all his senses and the feeling of having your body pressed against his and his cock pumping in and out of your wet warmth.

He was going to come, and he intended for you to come with him. Letting go of one of your legs, he slipped his hand in between your bodies and stroked your clit intensely. You stammered a cry, digging your fingers into his skin.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re mine,” He whispered hoarsely against your ear, licking the skin of your jaw. “Only mine.”

When Raditz felt you clenched around him as you reached your climax, he bit your neck. The moan that left your lips was music to his ears, and when you pulled at his tail once again, he knew he was about to stumble over the edge.

With a growl, he came inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load. His body shuddered as his hips jerked a couple of times, riding his orgasm. He came so much, with such intensity, that cum spilled from inside you, dripping onto the sheets. 

You let go of his tail then just as Raditz let go of your leg, and he pressed his lips against yours. It was just that, lips pressing against lips, pulling away to gasp for air before kissing again.

“I’ve been yours since the very first time…” You whispered very quietly, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. 

Raditz smiled into the kiss, squeezing you in his arms before pulling out, groaning at the sudden lack of warmth, and moving to lay beside you. He pulled you closer and kissed you again, and you hummed contently against his lips. You made out lazily, basking in the afterglow, and you ran your hands through his hair, eliciting a faint purr from him. 

“You haven’t been this romantic since that time you got really drunk…” You commented after a while, nuzzling his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, feigning ignorance. 

Of course he knew what you were talking about, he remembered it vividly, even if it was almost four years ago. 

“Your mouth is like heaven and I do not deserve it, I see the universe when I come inside you-”

“I don’t remember-”

“I worship your body with my lips like you are God-”

“Enough!” He practically yelled, blushing deeply, making you giggle. In his drunken state, Raditz couldn’t control the words coming from his mouth then, and surviving Namek had him feeling incredibly grateful to be alive and to have been able to return to you, and the words simply slipped out from his lips that night as soon as he started undressing you. Why you remembered his exact words were beyond him. “You were drunk too, how do you even remember…”

“I wasn’t as drunk as you were. And that was the most romantic thing someone ever said to me.” You planted a kiss on his neck, and he groaned, embarrassed. “And today is a close second, even if it wasn’t nearly as cheesy as that time.”

His fingers pinched your waist in an attempt to stop the direction of the conversation, and it worked when you squeaked, slapping his chest playfully. 

That day was also the day Vegeta decided to stay on Earth, and he also remembered his reaction when he met you that same day…

“What?” You asked when Raditz started chuckling.

“That was the time you and Vegeta met for the first time.”

“Oh…” You remembered that moment as well, and couldn’t help but snicker.

“He sure was surprised when he first heard your voice.”

“His entire face looked like a tomato.” 

You both laughed at the memory. He really should have made you take a photo.

“Does Bulma know why he reacted like that?”

“Of course, I told her before she even got involved with him.”

Raditz hummed in acknowledgment, still chuckling.

Nuzzling in closer, you stayed quiet for a while, and he figured you probably fell asleep. Just when he was starting to doze off, you spoke again.

“How do you feel about going for a pizza?”

He opened his eyes, confused, and checked the clock by the nightstand. 

“It’s 8 in the morning…”

“You can fly somewhere where it’s not 8 in the morning.”

“Is this how it’s gonna be from now on?” He asked, looking at you like you were crazy.

“I mean, the baby is hungry, and I sure as fuck am hungry. Pregnant women already have cravings, but I bet the Saiyan baby in me is probably making me more hungry than I would normally be.”

“Fuck…” Sighing loudly, Raditz mentally prepared himself to get up.

“Buy five pizzas.” 

“Five pizzas?!”

“Yeah, I assume you want to eat too.”

He grumbled, begrudgingly sitting up and running his fingers through his hair as he looked around the room for his boxers. 

“Thank you, I love you.” You cooed.

His heart fluttered at your words, and he was glad he wasn’t facing you at the moment, or you would have seen the blush on his face. 

Raditz had already told you he loved you a couple of times in the past, and while at times he was dying to tell you over and over again (like that day he was drunk), he still had an image to maintain. As stupid as he felt about it at times. Like right then, when he was going to look for food at 8 in the morning just because you asked. The love he felt for you was explicit.

“Whatever.” He replied, running a hand down his face to hide his smile.

[gokubrain]

Img gmoing insane I need KakaVege or else I'll dehyrdate pls give me ur headcanons or fav things about their relationship pls anything

okay so i've posed my headcanons thousands of times here BUT i will do it again so here is my kakavege masterpost (feel free to add):

for starters here's my ultimate kkvg playlist i would go in depth about why every song is kakavege coded but i dont think anyone cares that much LOL :

okay now here r some of my fave kakavege pics:

okay and now finally...

HEADCANONS:

vegeta is still really sentimental about saiyan culture and tries to implement it into their relationship when possible--the most prominent of which being the earring. when saiyans get married, they get the cartilage of their ear pierced. at first, i think vegeta gets this piercing without really informing goku of its significance and kind of just hopes goku won't notice because he's a bit embarrassed about it, but of Course goku notices immediately and upon further coaxing gets vegeta to spill. after knowing what it means, naturally goku wants to get one too, but here's where my headcanon splits into two separate ones: either goku braves his fear of needles and gets it pierced to match vegeta, or he wears his somewhere else, like on a chain around his neck. its up to you to decide which you like better lol

vegeta doesn't sleep well at night, i feel like his time spent in the freeza force conditioned him to wake up at the slightest noise in case he needed to defend himself or something--between that and the nightmares i'm sure being a freeza force soldier would give him, he wakes up a lot in the night and thus tends to sleep in late. this is the opposite for goku, who needs to rise early to tend to the farm, and tends to go to bed far earlier that vegeta does.

as aforementioned, vegeta has a lot of nightmares, especially before dating goku. but i feel like the more vegeta and goku sleep together, the safer vegeta starts to feel at night in goku's arms and thus has less and less nightmares. still, even when he does wake up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream, goku is always right there to pull him close and tell him it's okay. likewise with goku--though not as frequently, i'm sure goku has occasional nightmares too from all the shit he's been through, and while vegeta is not the best at comforting i still feel like his presence and understanding is enough to make goku feel better. <3

while we're on the subject of sleeping i'd just like to say that vegeta definitely wears goku's clothes to bed it's just a fact ALSO vegeta and goku always sleep facing each other and holding each other hhngnghghg

vegeta is a terrible cook. i think between being a royal child, spending his formative years eating random aliens over an open fire, and living with bulma, he's never had to cook a day in his life. luckily, goku is a great cook, so vegeta is once again well-fed by someone more capable lol

sometimes goku will go on long camping trips that last days at a time, i think goku is just like this in which he has this ingrained saiyan urge to go exist with nature and explore the unexplored and discover new things,, vegeta hates this though lol he hates being apart from goku for so long even if he doesn't want to admit it. goku will wake up earlier than usual one day and kiss a half-asleep vegeta goodbye and then just be gone for a weekend or so. vegeta spends a lot of time sitting by the windows watching the treelines.

goku makes enough money to survive from his crops and stuff and also i believe he trades things with other farmers for all the things they need but vegeta has NO concept of money,, this is just true

speaking of no concept of money i know everyone thinks im crazy for this but to me vegeta is a gamer and likes spending lots of money on video games like webkinz and DS games like nintendogs and stuff LOL OKAY i know everyone probably things im just insane for this but its TRUE i promise vegeta is a gamer its how he and trunks bond b ut anyway goku doesn't get it and is always just like. where did all my money go and vegeta's like yeah i spent $400 on this rare webkinz strawberry cow plush just trust me okay i'm right

getting into shrumo territory now i hope thats okay but whenever shrumo is born vegeta is the one who spends the most time with her at night given as how he doesn't sleep well anyway and any time she makes any sound he's just. awake lol,, meanwhile goku takes care of her mostly during the day they kind of cycle every 12 hours to take care of her

this is the last shrumo one i'll do (lmk if u want a separate post) but i think goku and vegeta actually get into a lot of arguments about how to raise shrumo even tho they both do a fine job and they agree on a lot of things,, vegeta is just a bit harsh bc he wants her to be the best she can while goku is a lot more lenient and wants to be easier on her given the guilt he feels towards gohan (cell games era) but specifically they like to argue about who gets to train her every day and they just wake up earlier and earlier and earlier to get to her first because they both want to train her LOL but they agreed early on to train her separately bc ,, they have very different training styles and different approaches to training their children specifically so

okay i already typed wayy too much i hope that's all legible and understandable but i hope this post quenches ur kakavege needs anon mwah

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 76

Chapter 76: Back to school

Today we go back to school, and I asked dad to take me. I was so happy that he agreed. As I got ready the night before, I was getting more and more excited. Not only was dad going to take me, we were taking the same route as Gohan. I always from it funny how we went to school in the same city, but didn’t cross paths. Gohan school was deeper in, compared to mines. And it was always mom who took me on nimbus, since Gohan started being a superhero. I wonder what will happen now that dad’s back. Would that mean mom is going to be home by herself?

As we sat for dinner, I couldn’t help think about how I get to tell my friends my dad came back. It’ll be so awesome. Then Gohan had to open his big mouth. “How in the world we’re going to avoid the media, and being question? Since, you know, the events at the tournament.” Great. Be the downer to my happy mood.

“Is big brother camera shy?” He gave me a mean look, and I went back to eating my food. “Why do you ask Videl how she handles being around cameras.”

“That’s it!” I was just about to make a break for it, when mom spoke up.

“Boys! No super sayian at the table! Now apologize!” Sure, when pigs fly.

“You can fly, and you’re a pig.” That’s it! I’m drawing in your in your textbooks. I was just about to leave the table, till I was pulled back by Gohan. I have half a mind to blast you. “Same squirt.”

“Boys!” That stopped us in our tracks. When mom says it, we know she means business. Yet sometimes we still continue arguing. But ever since dad came back, stuff been slightly different. For example, right now. The way he says it was very intimating, that it could even rival uncle Vegeta. And uncle Vegeta is always intimating. We ended up giving each other angry looks as we finished dinner. Tonight, was dad’s turn to tuck me in. “What was that about? You were in such a happy mood.”

“Gohan ruined it. He just had to open his big mouth.” I crossed my arms and pouted.

“Don’t let that get to you. He’s just worried is all. Besides, you still looking forward for when I take you to school?”

“Yeah! And maybe you could pick me up too!” That idea got me really excited again. Plus, dad agreed, and so, I went to sleep with a big smile.

…

After I tucked Goten to bed, and made sure Gohan was ok, did I finally go to our room. “Does the boys always make a big fuss like that?”

“Sometimes. You should see them when they’re really angry at each other.”

“Oh joy.” She giggled. “What?”

“Oh nothing. Just remembering a few times, I had to punish the boys for throwing ki blast at each other.”

“They did what?”

“Nothing too big. Usually it’s Gohan, when Goten tries to wake him up. It was very hard to clean up after that.” She was giving me an angry look, as if she was blaming me. What did I do? “You’re the reason they can do that easily. Because the last I check, I sure couldn’t do that.”

“Now that’s a lie.” I walked over to her, and placed my hands on her hips. “Last I check, a certain someone is able to use ki. But she doesn’t use it the way we do, at times. Because if I recall.” Pointing to myself for dramatic emphasis. “She not only kick me out of our room, the first night she had her period. But also, she threw a ki blast at me, for trying to get back in.” She was blushing at that. “So, don’t blame me for the boys throwing ki blast at each other. I will let you blame me for how strong the ki blast are.” She hits my chest, and turns to start heading to bed. Then an idea popped up. “Would you like me to teach you any of my special moves? You know, for fun, and maybe use it against me.”

“I’m your wife, I don’t need special moves to take you down.” Aw, that actually made me sad. “But. It would be a nice excuse to spend time with you.” Even though that made me a bit happier. I still wish she did it because she wanted to beat me. “Don’t give me that face. You just want me to beat you up, don’t you?” I nod my head. “You’re so silly, but fine. You can start tomorrow, once you drop off Goten.” I gave her a big kiss, and with that we went to sleep.

…

As we flew to Satan City, I changed into my custom. “But what’s the point if they already know?”

“I guess force of habit, little bro.” As we reached the halfway point, dad warned me to be prepared. When I asked why, he wouldn’t say. It was when we started seeing the edge of the city, did I come to realized why dad warned me. “How long you knew?” He didn’t answer, but just smiled. We stopped midflight, at the edge of the city. “Good morning Videl.” She just huff at me, and we continued flying. Dad and Goten parted, and left us alone. I tried saying good morning again, and this time I got an answer.

“Didn’t you say you’ll meet me at 7? What took so long? Making me wait 30 extra minutes!”

“Sorry, I over slept. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Besides, don’t you have a cell phone, so I could reach you?” I told her I didn’t and she was surprised. “Some teenager you are.” She started laughing.

“Hey. Not my fault.”

“How about after school, I’ll get you one.”

“No, it’s ok.”

“Too bad. I’m still going to do it.” Why when I could do this? “Hey! No fair!” You could do it to, if you tried. “But what if I don’t want to. And besides, it’s more fun to use a phone.” If you insist. “Nerd boy.” HEY! She started laughing, and tried to out speed me. I caught up to her, and flew backwards, so she can see me.

“You forget. I’m way faster.” I couldn’t help smirk at that. And she gave me an angry glare. “What you going to do? Hit me? As if you could, and you won’t be able to catch me either.” I flew at top speed to the school’s roof. Once there, I put my custom away, and just waited. When she landed, she walked right passed me. I couldn’t help smile at that. But the moment we open the door to the roof, we came face to face with our friends.

The rest of the morning was Sharpner, Mark, and Erasa asking me questions on what I could actually do. They just wouldn’t stop. It got to the point I wanted to scream. I even had to sit out P.E, since I would be a advantage to whatever team I was on. The only good thing about today, so far. I was even able to catch up on assignments that I missed. During lunch things finally got quiet. Quiet enough that I finish eating quickly, so I could continue working on assignments. Sharpner was trying to ask why do I even bother, since I can do so much more. Videl on the other hand was asking for my help with her assignments. “When did this happened? And why didn’t you tell me, Videl? I thought we were like sisters.” Erasa just had to ask that, now even Sharpner was asking. But we got saved by the bell.

After class we all to the nearby mall. There Videl how is it possible to be Bulma’s nephew, and not have all the coolest stuff. I tried explaining to her how I just didn’t feel I needed it. She ended up not only buying me a phone, but a laptop too. I really don’t know how to repay you. “You don’t have to. Now come on, let’s go to my place and set you up.” That’s when I started feeling nervous. This would be the first time I go to her house.

Her room smelled really nice. It actually made it hard to focus. Not only did she help me setup, we also did a few assignments. Once done, I had to rush home. We agreed that I be on time tomorrow, and that we should study together more often. On the way home I couldn’t stop smiling. I really couldn’t believe it. I was in Videl’s room! And she even asked to study together! I was so excited, that I couldn’t stop smiling. The moment I entered the house, dad just had to say something. It didn’t kill my mood, but it sure made me feel like I was on fire. “So, how was your little race?”

…

I can’t believe this! Not only is the class bully afraid of me, but so are my classmates. The only ones who talked to me were the ones I considered my friends. They were also the only ones who played with me during recuses. The teacher even seemed scared of me. And all I asked was for some more crayons. I now see why big brother was so worried. I won’t make fun of him ever again about this. Then when dad came to pick me up, he almost gave my class a heart attack. “Dad! You can’t do that.” He kept saying sorry, all the way till we got home.

Mom was acting funny when we came home. When I looked at dad, even he looked scared. As I told mom and dad about my day, we noticed Gohan wasn’t home yet. Looks like I get dibs on tv after dinner. When he did get home, he had the biggest smile ever. It probably had something to do with Videl. After dinner Gohan didn’t want to watch tv with us. Saying he had assignments to catch up. Well looks like cartoons till bedtime it is.

…

After I dropped off Goten, I instant transmission to Chichi. She was in the middle of putting the dishes away, when I popped behind her. Thank goodness I grabbed the dishes in time. Don’t want her yelling at me for that. She did yell at me for popping out of nowhere. Once she calm down, and finished cleaning the kitchen, did we talked about what she wanted me to teach her. I was excited by her choices.

The rest of the day went by well. Ok. Maybe I got a little handy with my teaching, but my wife is too irresistible. It took some explaining, and showing for her to see what I meant. When it came to testing it out, I was impressed she was able to do it right away. Than again, this is my wife, she can do anything. And when she tried the techniques on me, I actually felt pain. Yeah, this is definitely my wife. “You sure you’re not just letting me hurt you?”

“Letting you practice, yes. But you actually are hurting me. My strong little wife.” She was now blushing, and I couldn’t help smile even more. “If you keep this up, I might not be able to help myself.” She asked what I meant, and I pointed down. She then picked me up, and threw me. “What was that for?”

“Even being dead for years, you still haven’t learned!” What do you mean? “GOKU! I just love you! It’s almost time to start getting Goten, so put that away!” Why not help me? Cause your screaming is just making it worse. “GOKU!” Mm. Keep it up. She was blushing heavily as she storm inside. I counted to five, before I got up and walk to the house. She’s cooking our lunch. “Did you even learned how to deal with that?”

“It was hard, at first. Maybe took a couple of months. After the whole shock of being dead, and excitement, is when I started having problems. I tried to stay away from everyone. I needed time alone. Also, during that time, I deal with other things.”

“Oh, would you tell me about it?”

“Of course. Where should I begin?”

“Let’s keep that conversation, after the boys goes to bed.” Is there a reason why? “I want to give it my full attention.” OK. Love you. “Love you, too.”

-----

Ch75

[gohan111111]

For @thesaiyanprincess

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

SFW ABC Headcanons

By:neogohann

A=Affection(How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

As you can guess Vegeta isn’t really an affectionate person. 

But there are times where he is willing to put his pride aside and just hold you to tell you how much he appreciates you.

Like when he thinks you’re asleep, or he’s had a bad day, or you come home crying.

He’ll pull you into his chest and just hold you. He won’t say anything, but just that alone shows how much he cares.

B=Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Vegeta loves how you care for Trunks. 

This man will never amidst it but he appreciates you very much.

He loves his strength. 

This man is so prideful of his muscles that if he loses any fight he will train for hours or until he passes out from exhaustion, which at that point you’ll have to find a way to get him inside.

C=Cuddle(Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Vegeta isn’t a cuddly person but there are times when he will.

Like before the Cell games or after the tournament of power. 

All he does is pull you into his chest.

D=Dream(What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

I know this sounds cheesy but just here me out, Vegeta dreams of being King and ruling the Sayians with you by his side, his Queen. 

But he knows that can never happen because almost all of the Sayian race is dead. 

So, he is content with what he has at the moment.

E=Effort(How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

Vegeta doesn’t put much effort in front of others. But he sure does shoe it in the bedroom. Not gonna go into detail cause this is SFW.

But there was one time he came home from training with a bouquet of wildflowers He walked in all sweaty and handed you the flowers, roots still attached, not saying a word. He then walked away. You still have those flowers in a pot of soil and they are thriving, even if you don’t have a green thumb.

F=First kiss(When do you have your first kiss? Where and how does it happen?)

It happened during a fight.

You two were fighting over how he was gone all the time. You didn’t mind that he fought and trained but you wanted to have time with him too.

You went on a rant and he stopped yelling, which you didn’t notice. He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and crashed his lips into yours. You were shocked by kissed back moments later. 

He pulled away, telling you, “Shut up. The only reason I’m not here all the time is because I’m not good enough for you and I’ll never be even close until I’m stronger than that blubbering idiot!”

Let’s just say you spent all night showing him what you really thought about him.

G=Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally Vegeta isn’t gentle but he will compliment you in his own way. He’ll compliment you by saying you’re not annoying or he might say a random woman he sees in public looks like a dead cat.

Physically, he knows he’s stronger than you but he also knows that he could hurt you. So, Vegeta is rough but just enough so he doesn’t hurt you too much.

H=Hugs(Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Vegeta isn’t a huggy person but I will stand by the idea that a sleepy Vegeta is a cuddly Vegeta.

I imagine he would come in the kitchen in the morning while you're making your morning coffee or tea.

Wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face into your neck.

I=Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Vegeta has a problem with human intimacy but he gets the job done.

The most he does though is for you to come home from work and there be a full meal on the table because this man can cook unlike Goku.

J=Jealous(Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Vegeta is a very jealous man. 

He doesn’t want you to look at anyone else.

He once broke a TV because you were drooling over this movie star on TV.

He almost fought a guy in the mall for just glancing in your direction.

K=Kisses(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Vegeta is a good kisser by all means. He’s a rough kisser as well.

He doesn’t kiss you out of nowhere though and he says he hates when you do it to him but he’s a liar. This man loves it. He gets all red when it happens.

Kids(Do they want kids? If so, how many and how?)

Well, Vegeta already has Trunks but he’s open to the idea of more.

Don’t get him wrong he loves Trunks to death. He might not show it but he does. 

Trunks will train with him all the time but he isn’t as invested as Vegeta is. Vegeta wants a kid that loves to fight just as much as he does. 

L=Love you(When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Vegeta only says I love you after something really bad happens and he thought he might’ve lost you and trunks and when he thinks they might now win, which barley ever happens.

M=Mornings(How are mornings spent with them?)

Vegeta normally gets up early in the morning to get up and train.

But there are days, though not many at all, where he’ll sleep in and let you cuddle up to him or he’ll initiate early morning sex. 

N=Nights Out(What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Vegeta doesn’t go on dates. He finds them useless. 

The most he does is make you dinner and then y’all have sex. 

You tried to take him on a date once. He got pissed at the waiter and you two got banned from the restaurant. 

He does like taking you on picnics in the woods for some reason.

O=Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take Vegeta a very long time to open up to you. 

To him being open means being weak and he hates being weak. 

But once he’s comfortable, even though it might take him years, he’ll open up and tell you bits and pieces of his past.

P=PDA(Do they like it? What do they do?)

Vegeta will not do PDA.

The most he does is have an arm around your waist to show that you’re his.

Q=Questions(How often do they ask questions? What questions do they have?)

Vegeta only has two types of questions. 

Mad questions that only happen during arguments, which usually sound like, “Why would you do that?!” or “What do you think I’d do if you would’ve died?!”

He also has confused questions which he asks when he doesn’t understand the point of something that humans do.

R=Respect(Do they respect your boundaries? How respectful are they to your friends, your family, and you?)

When you first got with Vegeta he didn’t understand the concept of boundaries. 

But as time went on he began to understand and respect everyone's boundaries in his own way.

He might go too far every once in a while but he tries.

S=Sleep(How do they sleep with their s/o? Might include a gif.)

At the beginning of the night Vegeta will lay right beside you on the other side of the bed but once he thinks you're asleep he grabs you and holds you until he wakes up in the morning.

But if you wake up before him or in the middle of the night then you better stay there or it won’t happen again that night.

T=Trust(How much do they trust their s/o?

If Vegeta is willing to have an actual relationship with you and it not be just sex, he has to trust you with his life.

Like he knows he is stronger than you but he has to know that you would do anything for him, even if he doesn’t like it.

U=Unique(What makes them unique as an s/o?)

What is most unique about Vegeta is that he might treat you like shit but he loves you and he shows you in his own way. He will protect you and Trunks with his life.

V=Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Vegeta isn’t necessarily concerned with his looks but he does value his strength.

In his eyes if he isn’t strong enough to protect his family he isn’t worth the love he receives from them. He doesn’t deserve to be called the prince of all Sayian.

W=Wedding(When, how, where do they propose?) 

Vegeta didn’t propose. I believe in Sayian culture there isn’t a wedding type thing. They find their mate and they stay with them for life. 

So, you essentially have to bring it up. 

He doesn’t understand why you would want to do that, you’re already his mate, why would a piece of paper matter?

You have to do a lot of begging and bargaining but he eventually agrees.

It isn’t a big flashy wedding like Bulma and Chi-chi wanted to plan. It was small with all your close family and friends. 

Trunks was the ring bearer. Imagine tiny Trunks in little tux, with his hair all done nice.

Vegeta gets really annoyed but he puts aside his pride for you and pushes through the day to make you happy. 

X=Xtra(You get a random, extra headcanon)

This man spends hours on his hair. I know it naturally stands by itself but he has a strict hair routine he follows every single week.

Y=Yawn(What do they do when they're bored?)

This man is never bored. 

If he doesn’t have something to do he’ll train.

Z=Zzz(What is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

This man snores so loud. 

You tried to get him to use those nose strip things that are supposed to help people stop snoring but he is so stubborn and dead set on saying that he doesn’t snore.

[saiyanwhore]

Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Two // Friends and Allies

It was later in the afternoon and Vegeta had not joined you for lunch after his little temper tantrum.

You had made him a plate down in the kitchen before walking through the large halls to his room.

You had knocked three times and entered the room where there was no sign of Vegeta.

Well, until you heard the shower running.

You assumed he had gone into the shower to relax after the emotionally and physically exhausting training session the two of you shared.

You knew Vegeta loved showers very much actually. He liked how they gave him time to think.

You smiled as you walked into the bathroom.

"Vegeta?" You softly hummed his name.

He didn't answer the first time, so you tried again.

"Vegeta?"

Still no answer.

You knew exactly what had happened.

He had fallen asleep in the shower.

Vegeta must have really not been feeling well. He only falls asleep in the shower when he's extremely sad and upset.

You grabbed a towel, nice and fluffy. You gently opened the curtain to see him sitting criss cross on the shower floor, his hair laying over his shut eyes.

You turned the water off and wrapped the towel around him, trying to be mindful of his tail.

You effortlessly picked him up and carried him to his bed, covering him up in the process.

You wouldn't want anyone walking in on a naked Vegeta lying on the bed.

You walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt for later and laid them out on the end of the bed.

You had previously set his plate down on the table next to his bed, and you allowed it to remain there.

He could always eat later and he was overdue for a nice nap.

You left a small kiss on his forehead before smiling to yourself and exiting his room.

*Hours Later*

Vegeta woke up and immediately realized he had fallen asleep in the shower.

Embarrassment fell over his face as he realized it was either you or the maids who carried him out and brought him lunch.

It was revealed to him that it was you when he saw the clothes laying on the end of the bed.

The maids always laid out armor for him.

You, knowing he didn't feel well, gave him comfy clothes.

He would never admit it, but there was something about you that made him giddy.

The thought of you carrying him from the shower to the bed, all by yourself, made his heart feel funny.

Vegeta was scared, but his pride would not allow him to give away his vulnerable position to anyone but you.

He trusted you to keep quiet and not to bug him about things that he didn't want to be bugged about.

Vegeta got up and dressed himself. He sat and ate a cold lunch. His stomach still felt a little unsatisfied after he basically inhaled the plate of food.

Which reminded him to check the time.

8 o'clock at night!

He had missed dinner!

He grumbled loudly as he stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. It would be entirely unacceptable to be seen in his current attire outside the training room and his own room.

He was looking for his usual armor when he realized he forgot about his fitting tomorrow.

"For heaven's sake!" He screamed.

"What's wrong?" You had snuck your way in.

Vegeta's eyes lit up once he saw you had a cart of food in front of you.

"Finally, someone has the decency to find me for dinner." He put up his tough guy act and made a snarky remark as he sat down.

"A thank you would be nice Vegeta!" You flicked his ear. "And your parents were absolutely furious you weren't at dinner! If it weren't for me making excuses for you, you'd be dead meat."

The Prince didn't say anything as he started shoving his face with food. You watched him devour the whole cart in minutes, you doing something similar at dinner an hour ago.

After all, you were a Saiyan just like the Prince. You too had a tail.

Once Vegeta was done, he crossed his arms and looked up at you.

"How ya feeling?" You questioned sitting next to him on the bed, pulling fuzzies off his shirt.

"Would you stop that!?" He yelled. "And I am just fine, woman. I don't know why you insist on checking on me!"

You laughed at him.

"Vegeta. It's me, Y/N. Quit treating me like a stranger. You can cut the bullshit, love."

He became flustered at the sudden nickname. He put a hand to his forehead and cleared his throat.

"I suppose you know that I fell asleep in the shower."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for getting me out. It's always embarrassing when I wake up knowing the maids saw me...well you know..."

"Naked?" You questioned, poking at his chest.

"Shut up!" He crinkled his nose.

You giggled at your best friend's behavior as you plopped back on the bed.

"You're welcome." You softly hummed. Vegeta looked back at you with expressionless eyes before speaking again.

"I apologize for earlier as well." He mumbled, almost inaudible.

You knew it took Vegeta so much guts to apologize. He always was an asshole, and he knew it too. His pride would never allow him to say sorry to anyone really. It was rare that even you received an apology from him.

You gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you Vegeta."

He blushed and looked away, eyes going to the floor as you watched the gears turn in his head.

"Vegeta, I know this is all really scary and stressful for you. It will be alright. Even if you are in an arranged marriage or whatever. You'll still be the strongest warrior I know. I mean come on! You kick everyone's ass all the time while training. Even mine! You know that not even the toughest trainees can beat myself. You'll find your way. I'll be here too. Supporting you and always making sure you're alright and comfortable. Always."

You got done with your little speech and you could tell by the look on his face that it meant a lot. He probably wouldn't admit it though.

You sat up and engulfed him in a huge hug. He just stayed still as you embraced him

"I cannot allow myself to be with a woman who is weak. I am afraid that is what I will receive." He huffed. "My mother is going to be searching for a family woman. Someone who is not a warrior or in any sort of leadership position. Whoever they deem fitting will be entirely family focused which is the last thing I will require."

"I know, Vegeta. Which is why suggested maybe looking around at some of the female warriors. I know there are few, including myself, but it's worth it if you don't want to just settle for some weakling."

"I am acquainted with every female warrior and none of them are of my liking." Vegeta snarled. His eyes closing shut.

"Not even Sarada?" You teased.

Sarada was Vegeta's long time crush. She was 2 years older than the Prince and was a strong female with determination and guts.

She was the best behind you, of course. But her physique was something men drooled over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous.

Sarada refused to settle down with anyone, despite the several attempts from each and every male that passed her way.

You, on the other hand, were never approached by any male.

And it was all because of Vegeta.

No one dare touch the Prince's lady friend. Any guy that ever showed remote interest, Vegeta would immediately annihilate them. He almost acted like a protective big brother.

You, of course, weren't complaining considering the silent crush you had on him.

"I do not even engage with Sarada anymore, Y/N."

Your stomach bubbled at the use of your name. Vegeta only called you by your name every so often, and each and every time it made you heart flutter and your stomach burn.

Your cheeks flushed as you turned away from him, eyes at the ceiling.

You could feel his stare on you. He was watching your every move, not really understanding why you were so flustered.

"Regardless. Maybe you should try to talk to her?" You quietly started the conversation again. His eyes now tearing away from you and focusing on the floor.

He grunted. "I do not want to speak to her."

You sighed and frowned. If he was not willing, you knew he would be stuck.

The whole time, the both of you thought about the idea of being with one another, but you never dared to suggest it.

Vegeta would never flat out say it, even if he wanted to. You were the same.

"Well, I hate to say it..." You sighed softly. "You may have to just settle."

Vegeta winced at the words that flew so carelessly out of your mouth.

"I will not!" He spat, arms crossing in the process.

You stood up and stretched.

"I probably should hit the hay. Tomorrow's group training and you know how that is." You chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

Vegeta stood up with you to walk you to your room. He always did this when you two were spending time with one another at night.

You both headed toward the door and out into the hallway.

Vegeta placed his palm on the small of your back as if to lead you down the halls. His hand touching so gently.

The walk was very silent, but not awkward. It never was. It was actually very nice in a way. To have him be there with you.

When you both reached your room, Vegeta removed his hand and was waiting for you to go in, to which you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you.

You immediately hugged him, tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it down in the back.

He was hesitant, but he hugged you back. You knew he needed this right now, whether he would admit it or not.

"It's going to be alright, Vegeta." You whispered.

His scent made its way to your nose. It was almost comforting and nostalgic for you.

He pulled away from you and softly nodded before getting ready to leave.

You reached up and kissed his cheek as he exited through the door, softly closing it behind him.

"Goodnight!" You called.

Vegeta, once he had made his way down the hall a ways, grabbed at his cheek where you had kissed him.

His heart began to flutter. Something he had always felt around you, but did not want to give into. You made him feel okay. You made him feel like it would all work out. You took care of him, even though you both were warriors.

He thought to himself that he wouldn't mind you as a wife, but quickly suppressed his thoughts.

You were his friend, nothing more. He knew you couldn't like him in any other way.

Vegeta reached his room and immediately laid on his bed.

Images of you danced around his brain as he tried to get some sleep.

As you had said, tomorrow was group training. He couldn't afford to lose any sleep.

[sevenstarsinning]

Invasion Ch. 8

Description:  A planet conquering race of Saiyans invaded Earth and deemed it worthy of habitation. After bringing the humans to their heels, they set up a new society where humans had one role, to serve. You found yourself in the unlucky faction of being bought and sold as a human pet. With absolutely no interest in owning a human but no way out of having one, Kakarot made a bid on you at the urging of his brother. It was only a matter of time before you were either killed or forced into obedience.

Warnings: Smut ahead!! NSFW.

You can find previous chapters in this link: Ch. 7  or you can read it on AO3

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You stirred as the sunlight peered in through the windows, moving slightly but freezing at the realization of being pressed against a firm body. You opened your eyes to see Kakarot nuzzled against your chest, snoring softly and his arm draped over you while his tail wrapped around your waist. You looked down at him and the softness of his features while he appeared to be completely relaxed. Your fingers itched to touch him, having uninterrupted access to him in the moment. A noise from down the hall sent a wave of panic through your chest.

“Kakarot-“ You shook him gently.

“Hm-“ He grunted as he squeezed you closer to him.

You kept your voice low as you heard another sound, “wake up, I think your parents are up.” It felt weird saying that and honestly reminded you of your late teens.

His eyes opened immediately as he sat up, unravelling himself from you. He leaned over and looked down the hallway, seeing Gine shuffling to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

He turned back to you, “start breakfast?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head.

Kakarot climbed off the couch and headed towards his room but stopped and strode back to you. He leaned down and tilted your chin up as he pressed his lips to yours quickly.

“Morning.” He said with a slight smirk.

Before you could respond he took off down the hall swiftly. You couldn’t explain what had changed in him over night, but he seemed to be more relaxed than before. He was different and it was comforting. You climbed off the couch and headed into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for the family of saiyans. You cooked every egg you had in the refrigerator, three types of meat, and cooked more pancakes than you’d ever seen in your life.

“Smells great.” Gine said as she walked into the kitchen.

“Thank you, I’m almost finished.” You glanced back at her.

She walked around to where you were finishing up the pancakes and looked over the other piles of food you had already made, “I can see why Kakarot likes you so much.”

“He um… He just likes to eat.” You stammered, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks while you thought about how your morning started with him wrapped around you.

“It’s more than that.” She offered a small smile before Bardock and Kakarot entered the kitchen.

“She cooked us a buffet, boys.” Gine walked around the table and kissed Bardock on the cheek, to which he grunted but didn’t pull away.

It was odd seeing saiyans this way. Your main interaction with them included anger and roughness, besides the time with Kakarot recently. You wondered if all saiyan families were this way, distant but connected on a deeper level that supersedes regular contact.

“Raditz will be here shortly for training. He’s growing soft, as are you.” Bardock said as he took a seat at the table.

You couldn’t help the slight drop you felt in your chest at the thought of seeing him again. You were honestly hoping that you could avoid any contact with him ever again, but that was nothing more than a hopeful wish.

“I’m an Elite Warrior.” Kakarot defended himself, looking a little annoyed.

“An Elite Warrior who is on trial and may be sentenced to death soon, and who has been in several similar situations recently.”

You fought the urge to speak, knowing Bardock would most likely end your life where you stood at the stove. You focused on finishing up the pancakes and tried to ignore their conversation, but it wasn’t possible.

“Only at the request of the Prince. Maybe you should take it up with him as to why I’m on trial yet again.” He snapped.

“Boys-“ Gine tried to intervene, but it was pointless with the two saiyans.

“The Prince gives you an order of where to be and what to do, if you stray from the mission then that’s on you.”

Kakarot let out an annoyed laugh, “you know nothing of the orders he gives me.”

“Enlighten me then, what exactly is the Prince asking of you? Is he asking you to conquer planets or murder your own kind?!” Bardock all but shouted.

You tensed immediately and wished you were anywhere but there in that moment. You refused to turn around or make any movement at all. The food was done but you weren’t about to interrupt them.

“We both follow the orders we’re given. You know that better than anyone else.”

Bardock lowered his voice, “if the Prince is giving you orders to-“

“What? You’d tell the King? Even if it were true, I’d still be the one held accountable. Is the food done?” Kakarot turned all of the tension at the table into a focus on you.

“Y-Yeah. Just finished.” You grabbed the plates and set them out across the table for them.

You kept your gaze away from any of them as you served them. The tension in the room could be felt as you moved around the table and it made you eager to leave the room completely.

“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” Gine asked as you took a step towards the doorway.

“Gine-“ Bardock said with a warning glance.

“Um, no, I’m not really hungry and I need to start on some other chores.”

“No. You’re going to the palace to ask the Prince to buy you today.” Kakarot said without a hitch as he glanced over at his father.

“I didn’t know if I needed to do that today or wait-”

“What’s there to wait for?”

You felt like you were being put on the spot in front of them, if you were alone you could at least talk to him openly about the sudden change in his dimeanor.

“I thought you still needed me- my services?”

He continued to eat without looking back at you, “you’re no longer needed. Go.”

“Yes, of course.” You felt the lump in your throat rising and a heaviness building in your chest.

“Kakarot-“

You could hear Gine trying to defend you as you made your way down the hall, but he’d made up his mind and Bardock was saying nothing to help. It was stupid, idiotic of you to think he wanted to keep you as long as he could. The conversation with Bardock only served to remind him of his fate and how limited his time was, bringing everything from the last few hours to a halt. Your time together the night before and that morning was nothing more than a bliss filled break from the crushing weight of the fact that he would be dead within a week and you’d be serving your new owner.

“Finish your food and meet me outside to spar before your brother arrives.” Bardock pushed his chair out and headed out the backdoor.

“Why did you send her away?” Gine kept her voice low.

“Because I don’t need her here.”

“But you want her here.”

He sat his fork down and pushed his plate away, “it doesn’t matter what I want. She makes one wrong step or says something he doesn’t like then she’ll cease to exist.”

“Have you chosen her as your mate?” Gine asked bluntly.

“What is it with the two of you asking me that?”

She persisted, “answer the question, Kakarot.”

“No, I haven’t. She’s human, I’m saiyan-”

“Regardless of what he thinks, your father isn’t always right. If you want her here with you during your last few days, then have her. We can stay somewhere else.” Gine began clearing the plates from the table.

Kakarot knew how difficult it had been on his mother to even acknowledge the trial and sentencing before, trying to avoid the subject altogether. She had always tried to be the softer presence in their lives, offering a place of comfort as contrast to Bardock’s harshness.

“I’m not choosing a human over my parents.”

Gine placed the dishes in the sink and walked back over to Kakarot, placing her hand on his shoulder, “no matter what your father or I say, the trial is happening and with us here you’re only reminded of that fact. If she can provide a distraction for even a moment, then take it.”

The walk to the palace seemed shorter than usual, most likely because you were stuck in your head, replaying the events that had just transpired and how you were going to beg the prince to purchase you. He didn’t seem super fond of you and it was nerve wracking to think what might happen if he refused, if you’d go to the arena? Or worse, Raditz? The words ‘I’m here to see the prince’ rolled off your tongue without a hitch as you stood at the palace doors. It didn’t occur to you to talk with Bulma beforehand, but it was too late as you were ushered towards the two massive doors that led directly to the prince.

“I’d say I’m surprised to see you here, but that damned woman won’t shut up about you.” Vegeta said as you timidly approached him.

You fidgeted with your fingers as you stood a few feet away from him, “then you know why I’m here?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m don’t want to hear you say it anyways.” He smirked.

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself, “my current owner has a trial coming up and will have no use for me. I came here today to ask if you would… if you wanted to purchase me from him?”

Vegeta didn’t even try to hide the joy he got from you coming to him, “what can you offer me that I don’t already have?”

“I can cook and clean.”

“I have chefs and maids. Anything else?” He rested his head against his hand, looking completely disinterested.

You didn’t really expect that you’d have to sell yourself all that much, especially with the way Bulma and Kakarot seemed so sure he’d buy you. Vegeta seemed like the type to value not only skill, but the confidence to back it up and you didn’t really have any other options except him.

“I highly doubt your chefs can cook as well as I can.”  

“Arrogant for a human in your position.”

“Add that to my list of skills.” You felt your heart pounding against your chest wildly as you became even more cocky, hoping it wouldn’t backfire on you.

Vegeta stood up from his throne and made his way towards you, regarding you curiously with a slight scowl on his face. You felt even more on edge the closer he got to you, intimidated by him more than you were Bardock. Since the moment you opened your eyes that morning, things were going in a weird direction as the day went on and you weren’t sure you could handle anything else. He strode around you, hands clasped behind his back and the click of his boots on the hard floor fell in sync with the thumping of your heart against your chest. He made his way back around in front of you, grabbing your face and turning your head side to side as if he was inspecting you.

“I’ll consider your request. I’d like to see this cooking skill of yours before I make my decision though.” He released your face.

“The sooner the better, Kakarot no longer needs my services.” You pushed down the sadness that still lingered from the realization that he didn’t want you anymore.

“Noted. You may leave.” He turned away from you and headed back towards his throne.

On the way out of the palace you looked around a little more, paying attention to the vastness of the rooms and the bustling groups of saiyans and humans moving about. There was a possibility that this was going to be your new home and it seemed busier than you’d noticed before. There was a curiosity of what your position would even be with Vegeta, he already had Bulma and they seemed more in love than anyone you’d ever known in your life, though he probably wouldn’t admit it.

“I take it you spoke with Prince Grumpy?” Bulma said, startling you from behind.

“Y-Yeah, he wasn’t nearly as grumpy this time.” You smiled as she pulled you into a quick hug.

“So, did he jump at the chance to buy you?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Not exactly. He said he’d think about it and he wants me to cook for him before he decides.” Which wasn’t an unreasonable request.

Bulma furrowed her brow, “what a dick. He knows the time restraints of your situation. Let me talk to him, I’ll get him to make a move sooner.”

“How do you feel about this whole thing? Like, you’re,” you leaned a little closer and lowered your voice, “his mate, right?”

“I don’t mind it. Plus, it’ll be nice to have someone else take on some of his saiyan stamina.” She smiled.

“Is that- will that be a requirement? Kakarot just has me cook and clean for him.”

Bulma pulled you aside to where you could have a little privacy, “Vegeta wants a saiyan-human hybrid, something about his bloodline and a super saiyan something. He isn’t going to purchase another human just to have them doing housework. He has plenty of chefs and maids for that.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that. So, we both fuck him and hopefully give him an heir? Then what?”

“Then we get to live like queens here in the palace, doing whatever we want. It really isn’t a bad trade off, plus, the sex is ridiculous. So, it’s a win-win.”

Bulma seemed so carefree about the whole situation, even sharing Vegeta with you. It was all so weird to you, but she didn’t seem phased by any of it. You weren’t exactly keen on becoming a breeding sow for an alien, but there weren’t really a plethora of options for you, and Kakarot was doing his best to keep you sexually frustrated. It wasn’t like he really wanted you anymore anyways. Maybe it was best to just lean into the reality of your situation between Vegeta and Bulma and say ‘fuck it’ to everything else. Your realization gave you a momentary reprieve from the anxiety in your stomach as you made your way back to Kakarot’s house, hoping he and the other saiyans were absent so you could start packing your things and have a few hours of peace.

As you approached the door with a newfound sense of purpose, you listened for a moment for any indication of someone inside. There were no signs of loud, bolstering saiyans arguing or bold voices echoing through the walls, so you decided the coast was clear.

“Where have you been?” Kakarot asked the second your foot stepped over the threshold.

“Where do you think?” You shot back, half annoyed and half startled from his sudden presence.

Closing the door behind you, you made a path towards your room and away from him, but he wasn’t one to be ignored. He grabbed your arm and spun you back around to face him.

“Well? Did he agree to buy you?”

“He wants me to cook for him first, but Bulma seems to think it’s a done deal.” You jerked your arm away from him.

He ran his hand through his hair, and if you didn’t know better you’d say he looked almost nervous, “did he say when he was going to make his decision?”

You glanced around, seeing no other saiyans around, a little curious and confused, “where are your parents?”

“Answer my question first.”

“He didn’t say,” you stared up at him, wondering what was going on and getting no answers, “parents?”

“And what about cooking for him?” Kakarot took a step closer to you.

“I answered your question, now answer mine.” You stepped back, feeling a little like prey in his eyes.

“Gone. Answer.” He took another step towards you.

“He wasn’t clear on it. Your par-“

“Did he touch you?” He sniffed the air between you as if he was trying to pick up Vegeta’s scent.

“No, he didn’t. Where are your-“

Suddenly he closed the distance between you, arms wrapping around you and his lips pressed to yours. It was abrupt and a slight shock, but you soon fell into a rhythm with him, leaning into his arms and his broad chest, needing to feel him pressed against you again. The incident from that morning was no longer on your mind, the way he pushed you aside had fallen to the back of your mind and you were helpless in his embrace. He walked you back and pressed you against the wall, his lips never breaking away from yours for a second. It was taking all the willpower you had not to wrap yourself around him like a vine and never let go, but he must have picked up on that thought as he lifted you into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Breathless but curious about time restraints, “your parents… when are they-“

“They’re not. It’s just us.” He said hurriedly as he returned his mouth to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips.

Kakarot slid his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck and entangling his fist in your hair. He held you there as he kissed you, clearly wanting you as badly as you wanted him. He pulled you away from the wall and headed down the hallway towards his bedroom. Everything about this was confusing and complex, but it was the only thing you were sure you wanted. After pushing his door open he laid you down on the bed, prying your arms and legs off of him. He stood at the end of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor as he crawled up the bed towards you.

You sat back on your elbows, watching him intensely as he moved, his eyes fixed on yours as if he was starving for another taste of your lips. You reached for the hem of your shirt and tried to mimic him in removing your shirt, but he stopped you. He moved your hands aside as he pushed your shirt up slowly with one of his large hands, skimming it along your stomach and over your breasts. He crawled up closer, his mouth hovering over the soft skin of your exposed stomach. Not once did he break his gaze away from yours, not even when he touched his lips to your skin gently, or when he kissed a trail up your stomach. His hands worked to rid you of your shirt while his mouth remained on you, touching you the entire time he moved upwards towards your breasts that were now exposed to him as well.

“Kakarot-“ Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared down at him, the dark look in his eyes setting a fire within you.

He splayed his hand over your chest and lightly pressed against you, pushing you down flat on the bed. Every move he made was simultaneously tender and forceful, positioning you how he wanted you and bending you to his will. He leaned down over one of your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath blow over your nipple, making you itch for more. He kept his eyes on you, watching your movements and how you responded to him. When his tongue finally flicked over your nipple, you thought you were going to levitate off the bed. He quickly quelled your squirming by sucking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it while his hand kneaded your other breast. You arched your back off the bed, spreading your legs and letting him settle between them. You wanted him, needed him, and you were tired of pretending you didn’t. As shameful and guilty as it made you feel, this is what you wanted more than anything. Everything else was meaningless as you melted into him and let him touch you the way you’d been craving for so long. He released your nipple and moved over to the other, repeating his slow, torturous actions until you were tugging at his hair.

“Patience. We have all night.” He leaned up and kissed you swiftly before setting a new trail towards the apex of your thighs.

As he moved down, his hands dipped into the waistband of your pants and panties, slowly peeling them down your legs. It was difficult to stay still, to not throw yourself at him and demand he go faster, but you wanted to enjoy this for as long as you could. After ridding you of your clothing he sat back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming up your body until they met yours. His tail unraveled from his waist and caressed your outer thigh gently, soft fur prickling against your skin. Kakarot slid off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing before rejoining you and climbing back up your body. This time his tail immediately curled around your thigh and snaked up your body towards your breasts.

“Do you- I mean, is this something you want to do?” He asked, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy as he settled between your legs.

“Little late to ask that, isn’t it?” You smirked and shifted beneath him.

“If it’s not, we can-“

You cupped his face and pulled him down into a soft kiss, silencing him and giving him an answer at the same time. He groaned and leaned into you, lowering himself more, his body pressed against yours. The heat radiating off him was stifling but perfect. As he moved again, spreading your legs wider, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your slick cunt.

In the split second between his tail softly moving across your chest and his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, he eased into you slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his cock sliding into you in a torturously slow manner, inch by inch as you adjusted to him.

“More.” You said breathlessly, begging easier than you thought you would.

He grinned against your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, pushing his cock the rest of the way into you and making you gasp into his mouth. Having him fully seated within you and his perfectly toned body pressed against yours was almost too surreal. You kissed him almost hurriedly, trying to release some of the nervous energy you had pent up. He eased out of you even slower than before and paused for a moment, leaving you waiting until you tried to tilt your hips up to entice him. He thrust into you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs and making you cling to him. He set a slow pace of fucking you, each time driving his cock deeper within you as you dug your nails into his muscular shoulders.

Kakarot gripped your thigh and wrapped one of your legs around him, giving him better access to you as he fucked you harder. His hips snapped against yours as his tail wrapped around your thigh tightly, squeezing you. His mouth trailed down your jaw to your throat, teeth grazing along your skin. Everything he did, every slight touch, kiss, bite, thrust, all of it was perfect and left you panting and whimpering beneath the large saiyan.

“Don’t stop… please…” You begged, so close to letting go.

He fucked you a little faster, his cock slamming into you as the bed beneath you creaked and the headboard banged against the wall. He was still holding back, but it was intense nonetheless. He captured your lips again, slipping his tongue between them and kissing you gently in contrast to the rest of his movements. The noises filling the room were obscene, making your cheeks flush at the sound of his cock driving in and out of your dripping cunt. Your moans and whimpering mixed perfectly with his grunts and groans, along with the light growl he let out against your neck.

Your muscles clenched around him and squeezed his cock as you finally let go. Your mouth hung open against his with a slew of muttered pleas and utterances of his name spewing out. You scratched your nails down his back and clung to him more. He continued to drive into you roughly, until he found his own release, his tail tightening around your thigh. His cock twitched as he came inside of you, his cum filling you as you struggled to regain control over your breathing.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, sweat glistening and sticking to both of your bodies. Your limbs fell limp beneath him as the intensity of your orgasm waned and sucked the rest of your energy from you. The way the day began, you assumed it was going to end just as roughly, but you were pleasantly surprised at how wrong you were.

[youseethingsandyouknow]

Quiet Day

After finishing up dinner and her usual chores, Chi-Chi looked around her empty house, inspecting it to make sure that there was nothing else that needed to be done. Sure, she could get a head start on dinner tomorrow but as she looked out the window, all Chi-Chi wanted to do was to bask in sunshine on this unusually warm day.

It was rare that she was home alone. Gohan was at school, Goten was at Trunk’s house, and Goku was off training with Vegeta. Deciding that she deserved some time to herself, Chi-Chi gathered a blanket, brought her book and went up to the valley to enjoy her day.

Chi-Chi was beginning a new chapter when she sensed someone behind her. Annoyed at the intrusion, Chi-Chi stood and spun around.

“ You’ve got some nerve sneaking up on a lady like this! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Chi-Chi scolded at the figure.

A man was standing in front of her. He was tall with armor on his chest and shoulders. He wore black skintight clothing under his armor and his black hair was buzzed. His face had a permanent scowl on it with a large scar of his right eye.

“Well, what do you want?” Chi-Chi snapped and crossed her arms.

The man in front of her chuckled and responded, “I see that Kakarot found himself a formidable mate.”

Chi-Chi froze at the mention of her Goku’s Saiyan name. Please don’t tell me this man is a Saiyan too. And then she saw it, the tail wrapped around his waist. Crap.

“His name is Goku! Now answer my question or I’ll make you answer.” Chi-Chi tensed.

“ I want revenge for what he’s done to me, woman. And the only way to do that, is take everything he holds dear until he begs me to stop.”

What Goku has done? This man must have him confused with someone else.

“ Look, I don’t know what you want but you should leave before I make you leave. Last chance jerk.”

The man in front of her chuckled again, “I’ve been training for this for years and my destiny is finally here. So now it’s time to begin….Chi-Chi.”

His face contorted into an expression that sent chills down Chi-Chi’s spine and everything screamed at her to run. Instead, Chi-Chi prepped herself and got into fighting stance. If she was going down, she’d go swinging.

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There it was again. This time is was clear that something was off. Goku stopped his advance on Vegeta and powered down.

“ Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled, annoyed at Goku.

“ I-I’m sorry Vegeta, I got to go. Something is wrong with Chi-Chi.”

“What do you mean?”

“ I’m not sure.”

Vegeta studied Kakarot’s face. Something was troubling him, and if he was not going to give this spar his all, then it wasn’t worth it to continue.

“ All right, let’s go check it out.”

“ Huh? Why are you coming?”

“ Because it might be nothing and we still have to finish our training, fool!”

“Right. Grab my shoulder.”

Placing two fingers on his forehead, Goku focused on Chi-Chi‘s Ki. Arriving on the quiet field where his family had been so many times before, Goku looked around for Chi-Chi. He also found another person in the field but he was turned away from him and Vegeta.

“Kakarot, what’s going on here?” Vegeta asked, tensing at the stranger in front of them.

“I don’t know, Chi-Chi is here somewhere though. I just got to find her.”

He kept scanning the field looking for any sign of Chi-Chi until he found her bright yellow dress laying in the grass ahead.

“CHI-CHI!” Goku screamed and raced to her.

Ignoring the person in front of him, Goku ran over to Chi-Chi, Vegeta close behind him. Her body was under a low tree, the tall grass swaying around her. When he got to her, he slide on his knees next to her body. He could finally sense that it was her Ki weak. He should have recognized it sooner; he should have come to her when he first felt something was wrong.

She was face down in the grass and one of her elbows was turned in an unnatural angle.

“Chi-Chi? Chi-Chi, come on wake up!” He pleaded as he gingerly picked up her limp body and turned her to face him.

“Kakarot.” Vegeta said shocked and barely able to speak as he stood over Goku.

Both of Chi-Chi’s eyes were swollen shut, her lip was bruised and bleeding. There were dark marks on her neck. Her usually slim face was swollen and Goku could feel blood on the back of her head, her hair wet and matted.

“Nice of you to join us, Kakarot. I was getting worried that we wouldn’t get to meet. But don’t worry, your wife kept me entertained.”

Goku scanned her face and clenched his jaw, his body vibrating with rage. He finally looked up from Chi-Chi’s battered face to the person speaking.

“Tato?” Vegeta said shocked.

“Hello, brother.”

Goku looked up at Vegeta and seethed. “Brother?”

“I thought he died with our planet, Kakarot. He should have, he was a disgrace to my family.”

“Well, being a king’s bastard would do that. But brother, Father sent me away weeks before our planet was destroyed. He couldn’t stand the sight of me, which worked to my favor. I’m not here for you though.” Tato quipped and Vegeta grunted.

“Well then what do you want?”

“My glory. What Kakarot took from me.”

Goku was too overwhelmed to even care who this guy was much less care about why he was here. Chi-Chi’s Ki was fading and he had to do something quick. Not breaking eye contact with Tato, Goku whispered.

“Vegeta, listen. Chi-Chi NEEDS a sensu bean right now. I’ll fight him, but I need you to fly to Korin’s tower and get a bean. Quickly, she doesn’t have much time.”

“But Kakarot-.”

“Just do it, Vegeta!” Goku spat out,barely controlling his anger. He didn’t want to leave. He had to show this guy that no one messes with his family and gets away with it.

Vegeta relented and raced off to Korin’s tower. His brother laughed and while Tato was distracted, Goku looked down at Chi-Chi.

He didn’t know if she could hear him but he pleaded with her in a soft whisper. “Chi-Chi? Chi-Chi, please just hold on.”

Goku stared at her broken and bruised body, it was a sight that broke Goku. His body was trembling from the pain.

Images of Chi-Chi flashed through his mind. The face before him now was almost unrecognizable and it would have been to anyone but him. He would always know her face. He spent seven years memorizing every detail of her features when bouts of loneliness hit him in death.

“I’m sorry, Chi-Chi. I wasn’t there to protect you. But I’m going to make him suffer for what he did.”

Gently placing her back on the grass, Goku stood up. He clenched his fist and turned towards Tato, his mind focusing on the battle ahead and not his pain and guilt over what happened to Chi-Chi. If he thought too hard on that, he would not be able to stand.

“Chi-Chi is quiet the fighter, Kakarot.” Tato smirked.

Goku glared at Tato, “Do NOT say her name.”

“She gave me quite the fight, for an Earthling that is. Even managed to cut me.” He turned his cheek to reveal a deep cut above his eyebrow, making Goku smirk. He knew Chi-Chi didn’t go down without a fight.

“She’s a beautiful woman. I would have had some fun with her if she didn’t decide to fight me first. I was looking forward to it, Kakarot.”

He smiled and Goku knew Tato was taunting him. But Tato talking about Chi-Chi in that disgusting way enraged Goku.

“ You’re going to wish you never laid a HAND on my wife.” He growled and Tato shook his finger.

“ Now, now Kakarot. I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m going to enjoy it.”

Just as Goku was ready to charge, a voice shouted in his mind.

Goku

Piccolo?

Goku, Korin is out of beans. Vegeta just got here and told us what happened. I think the only way to save Chi-Chi is to get her to a hospital. She might be in a lot of pain, but she’ll be alive and then once the beans are ready, we can give it to her for a full recovery.

Right.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Goku wasn’t sure how he would get Chi-Chi out of here and fight Tato but he could do both, he’d just have to finish Tato quickly. Just as he was about to charge him, Gohan shouted from above.

“Dad!”

Goku looked up and saw Gohan descending next to him.

“Gohan?” Goku questioned.

“I felt Mom’s Ki was fading and was on my way when Piccolo told me what happened. Dad, we need to take her to the hospital now. We can get this jerk another day, our focus should be on Mom.” Gohan then looked over at his mother and immediately clenched his jaw. His anger was flourishing but he had to focus on getting his father to step away from a battle and listen to him.

“I’ll finish him and meet you afterwards. Your mother needs help now, so take her to the nearest hospital. Korin is out of beans.”

Frustrated, Gohan answered back, “Dad, come on. We are wasting time. Mom needs us.”

Goku stepped forward towards Tato, focusing on the task at hand and ignoring his son.

“Dad!”

Goku said over his shoulder, “Take your mother and get her help.”

“Dad, can you for once focus on what Mom needs and not on fighting?! She doesn’t ask for much and the one time she needs you, you’re going to ignore her? What is wrong with you, your wife is horribly hurt, don’t you care!”

Gohan’s words stung. Unable to keep his emotions in check anymore, Goku turned on Gohan and yelled.

“Gohan, just do what I tell you! Take your mother and get her out of here, NOW!”

Gohan clenched his jaw and decided that it was useless. He wasn’t going to waste anymore time, especially with his mom’s Ki dangerously low.

“Fine.” Gohan spit out and walked over to his mother’s body. Gently picking her up, Gohan shot up to the sky, leaving Tato and Goku alone.

“I’m going to finish this right now.” Goku scowled at Tato as the ground around him shook.

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The annoying hissing and beeping were the first sounds she heard. As she slowly stirred, pain immediately seized her. She groaned and tried to open her eyes but only one would somewhat open.

“Chi-Chi?” a familiar voice whispered to her and she could barely get out a reply, the pain overtaking her, but she powered through.

“Go-ku?”

“Oh Chi-Chi! You’re finally awake.” His warm, comforting hand wrapped around hers gently and Chi-Chi slowly turned her head to his voice, her vision making out the fuzzy image of his orange outfit.

“W-what happened?” She asked.

There was a moment of silence and she waited until he answered. It took a while for Goku to reply.

“A Saiyan, Vegeta’s half brother actually, came here to get revenge on me for killing Frieza before he could. He attacked you to get to me, Chi-Chi. I’m so sorry.”

Memories of the Saiyan’s smile, his hand crushing her throat came back and Chi-Chi grimaced in pain. She remembered, but Goku couldn’t blame himself.

“I-It’s not..your fault.” She tried her best to speak, her throat dry and raspy.

“It is Chi-Chi. This is why I stayed dead after Cell. Bad guys seem to always find me, and now this time, one of them almost killed you.”

This time, Chi-Chi mustered all her strength to full open her less swollen eye to do her best to glare at her husband.

“Stop it, Goku. I’m fine. Don’t you ever leave me again because you think it will keep me safe. It would hurt me much more than what that Saiyan did.”

“Alright, Chi-Chi.”

She smiled and turned her head to rest on the pillow.

“I-I feel like I got hit by a bus.” She muttered and Goku chuckled.

“You look like you did too.”

She wiggled her fingers and was surprised that she could move her arm. In a swift motion, Chi-Chi slapped Goku’s face, which wasn’t nearly as hard wanted so it seemed more playful then she intended, which he caught onto.

“I’m kidding, but you got beaten up pretty badly, Chi-Chi. The sensu beans should be ready by now. Gohan went to go get them with Goten.”

“Good, this is awful.” Chi-Chi never complained so Goku knew that she was uncomfortable and in pain. It killed him to see her like this. She’s been in and out of sleep for about a week, the swelling in her face has gone down a little but she’s still in bad shape. Goku tried to follow what the doctors said about her condition, he thinks they mentioned something about a broken nose and cheekbone, lots of internal bleeding and some broken ribs. Thankfully, Korin rushed to get the sensu beans ready so she’d be feeling back to normal real soon.

It was a tense couple of days. Tato was a formiable enemy, and Goku had to use everything he had to kill him but he was successful. Afterwards, Goku came to the hospital and was able to be there when Chi-Chi came out of surgery. Gohan was furious and Goku was a bit hurt at his words but they both were able to talk and move on.

“Ha Mom!” Goten shouted as he came into the room and rushed to his mom’s side. Gohan smiled as he walked in and Chi-Chi felt a bit better hearing her boy’s voices.

“Hey Mom! We got you some sensu beans.”

Gohan came over to his mom’s side and helped to feed her a bean. Instantly, her energy increased and the pain disappeared. Chi-Chi’s eyes opened up and she was able to see everything perfectly. She was good as new.

“Yay!” Goten said as he pounced on his mom to hug her. Chi-Chi laughed and looked up at Gohan and Goku, who were standing on the side of her bed smiling.

“If it wasn’t for those beans you might have been in here for a couple of weeks.”Gohan quipped and Chi-Chi grimaced. She couldn’t fathom being cooped up in here longer than she has been.

“Well, let’s get out of here. I hate hospitals.” Goku smiled and put a hand behind his head as they all laughed.

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Chi-Chi stared out from her kitchen window. She never would have guessed that a simple day reading in the valley would result in such chaos. She sighed as she went back to cutting the carrots for dinner.

“You okay Chi-Chi?”

Since they’ve been back, he’s been extra protective and attentive to Chi-Chi which was strange, but not necessarily bad.

“Yes, just finishing up dinner.” She answered not looking up from her task.

There was a pause and then she felt a hand stop her cutting. Annoyed, she looked Goku.

“What?”

“You know you can talk to me right? I know I’m not the best listener but I’ll listen now.” He looked at her and Chi-Chi finally stated what’s been on her mind.

“ I should have defended myself better. It was pathetic how easily I went down.”

“Hey, he was a strong fighter Chi-Chi. Even I had some trouble with him, so you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it. And besides, I saw that you gave him a nice shot.” Goku smiled and that made her feel better.

“I just don’t like feeling weak. I should be equipped to fight. I use to be in better shape before Gohan was born, but then life got in the way.” She quickly remembered how strong and formidable she was when she was younger.

“Well how about we spar again? Or I can teach you a couple of moves?” Goku asked and he saw Chi-Chi’s eyes light up.

“Oh really, you’d do that for me Goku?” She asked, excited about the idea.

Why sure! It’ll be fun, just like we did before Gohan.”

“This is wonderful! And maybe then I’ll finally beat you.” She smirked at Goku and playfully punched his chin.

“Well, we better get started then cause you got a long way to go to make that happen!” Goku laughed and Chi-Chi glared at him.

“Goku!”

“Oh boy, I’m sorry Chi-Chi, I was just joking – ow!” Chi-Chi smacked him with her towel as he ran off to down the hall.

“Goku, get back here!” Chi-Chi yelled and chased after him. When she got to their bedroom, she searched for him to give him another smack. How dare he!?

Suddenly, she was lightly shoved up against the wall and Goku was peering above her with both of his arms extended, trapping her in his embrace. He wore a familiar smirk and Chi-Chi knew what he was up to.

“I’m mad at you, Goku.”

Goku moved down and kissed her softly before leaning away from her. His voice was serious and emotional when he spoke.

“Chi-Chi, I almost lost you.”

She could hear the pain in his voice and looked to see that his eyes were shut tightly, trying not to let whatever he was holding in go. She touched his cheek and he tried harder not to let his emotions betray him.

“I’m not going anywhere. Besides, I still need you to train me so I can kick your ass.”

He opened his eyes and she smiled at him before he leaned in for another kiss, one in which he conveyed that he loved her and that he was thankful she was alive.

She was also happy to be alive, and she was grateful to be here with him in this moment.

[lilhemmo]

can I get some more vegeta?? with prompts Angst 17 and Fluff 2?

a/n: chris, darling, dearest, you may have whatever you want! 

Prompt List Here

Angst #17: “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”Fluff #2: “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

It’s always like this - the build up before the burst.

You can’t sit down, can’t be calm. He’s gone off to fight some other cosmic being that they have little chance at winning against, leaving you here to bite your nails to the quick and cook so much food you can’t stop smelling pork and rice.

You’re swallowing, knuckles between the bite of your teeth as you pace. Bulma is tinkering with some invention on the front lawn, Chi Chi still in the kitchen, smothering Gohan and Videl with lunch and dinner. You’re sure you’d be doing the same if you hadn’t spent the whole morning in the kitchen, working up a sweat.

The air begins to crackle with electricity and you feel your pulse skyrocket.

Above you, the sky opens up, clouds parting and sun shining. You see a few floating figures and you wonder for a moment who they possibly could have brought back with them. You squint, your human eyes unable to make out the shapes from the far distance.

The two Saiyans are sloughed off from the figure above, their heavy bodies making dents in the earth as they collide with it. A flash of light blinds you momentarily and then the figure floating hundreds of feet in the sky disappears. 

“Vegeta!” you cry, recognizing his body curled up on the ground.

You sprint towards him, your feet digging in deep into the dirt to try and force yourself forward faster, as if you could launch yourself towards them. You crumble down next to him, cradling his limp head in your lap as you examine his body. He has a plethora of bruises and gashes littering his skin, his chest plate is practically nothing but straps at this point, and his body suit is ripped to shreds.

Bulma and Chi Chi have rushed the yard as well, their hands palming all over Goku. You squeeze your eyes closed and send a prayer up to Kami, swallowing the growing lump in your throat as you cradle the Prince of Saiyans in your lap.

His head lolls to the side and you touch his cheek with your palm, fingers gentle as you try to coax him into looking at you. Vegeta’s eyelashes brush against the tops of his cheeks as he comes to, color returning to his cheeks just enough to assure you he definitely isn’t dying.

“What the hell,” he groans, attempting to shift around to no avail. Slowly, his eyes open and you feel relief flood your shoulders. You duck your head so your foreheads are touching, the shaking of your body intermingling with the quivering of his muscles.

You can hear the grunting from beside you as Goku sits forward, Chi Chi’s hands making a map of him as she gushes over his return. You hold Vegeta’s cheek in one hand, surprised he hasn’t tossed you across the yard for your excessive touch.

“I thought you were dead,” you swallow, watching as his eyes open to reveal dark irises clouded with pain. Vegeta is in a haze, a bare palm wrapped around your forearm as he gapes up at you.

“We almost were!” Goku chirps from a few feet away. “That angel guy saved us! He said we had some greater purpose we weren’t aware of, or somethin’!”

The realization that they could have been killed brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes, but Vegeta comes to his senses then, running his thumb near the corner of your lid to catch the tear. He shakes his head, “Stop that, you silly woman. We’re fine!”

Using his voice makes him begin to cough, his body curling in your grasp. You hold onto him tighter, your mind running with the idea of him possibly turning to ash in your very hands. You circle a hand around his wrist, leaning into his touch on your face, “Silly Saiyan.”

Vegeta smirks up at you, the edge of his mouth parting to bare the fangs that you have grown accustomed to in your time with him. Another gasp of pain wretches in his lungs and then he passes out in your arms, body twisted with ache and muscles tight with use.

“Bulma, do you have that secret stash of senzu still?” You look across at her, panic evident in your face. Goku is luckily still hanging on to consciousness, the bruise swelling up his left eye making his face quite puffy.

She nods, standing to her feet, “I’ll go grab two. Be right back!”

Goku coughs and Chi Chi starts to worry over him again, but your main focus is on the Saiyan Prince in your lap. You brush his hair back from his forehead, pushing the stray locks away from his eyes. He looks somewhat peaceful, passed out against your thighs. Your thumb drifts to his lower lip, the split there drawing your attention. You sigh, desperately wanting to press a kiss to his forehead but knowing better to do that in public.

Bulma is sprinting back to the yard with the little bag in her hands, taking one for Goku before tossing the satchel to you. You pat Vegeta’s cheeks, trying to get him to stir enough that he could swallow the senzu, even if he couldn’t chew.

When he makes no movement, you grunt in frustration, narrowing your eyes. You think to yourself, Fine, but you can’t be mad at me when you wake up and the rest of them are teasing you.

You slot the bean between your teeth, cracking it into a few pieces before tilting his head upward, passing the bean from your tongue to his. It absorbs into his bloodstream just enough to bring him back to consciousness. 

“Woah!” Goku shouts, standing to his feet. He’s healed now that the senzu has taken affect, but Vegeta is still clambering back to full health. The Saiyan points a finger at the two of you, eyes wide, “Sh-She like touched your mouth with her mouth!” 

Vegeta’s pupils shrink as he makes eye contact with you and then Goku, hands turning to fists at his sides. His irises settle on you when he finally decides to speak, “Wh-Why you vulgar woman! You know I hate your sneak attacks! Especially out here!”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as tears leak from your eyes at the relief of having him here, fully healed and sarcastic once more. All you want to do is go home, and it seems that Vegeta can tell that much by the look in your eyes. He tilts his head and picks you up in his arms, standing to full height.

“Kakarot,” his voice makes Goku’s head turn, “don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

Before his Saiyan counterpart can whine about Vegeta’s bad attitude, the prince has already bolted in midair, taking you with him towards the house that you now share.

It doesn’t take long before he’s putting opening the balcony door and walking you inside. You want to let him go, make him take a shower, even scold him for tracking dirt into the house, but all you can do is stand there dumbly as he removes his chest plate.

“What are you staring at? Like what you se-hey.”

You’re sniffling now, all of the anxiety and fear washing over you again like a terrible tidal wave. You rub at your eyes with the heels of your hands and you can’t bear to look at him; you’re too afraid that he won’t be real.

Now, the rational part of your mind knows better. He flew you here. There’s no way he’s not real. However, the swirling darkness that presses into your mind every time he leaves to save the world is twisted around your cerebrum like a vice. It’s almost like you can’t breathe.

“Honey, you know I think your sneak attacks are cute. I didn’t mean it.” He fawns over you, reaching out to put his hands on any part of you that he can find. Vegeta licks his lips and wraps his fingers around your wrists, trying to pull your palms away from your face, “Kakarot just really pisses me off. And the fact that he doesn’t even know what kissing is is just absurd. I don’t know how he’s married!”

You continue your vow of silence, your lips glued shut even as he rambles to try and fix a problem he’s not sure how he created.

Vegeta’s voice is low and slow when he speaks next, “Look at me.”

He’s commanding enough that you listen, dropping your hands and opening your eyes, your glassy orbs taking him in. The pad of his thumb brushes over your lower lip before he slips his hand into your hair.

“What’s going o-”

“If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall a-apart,” you manage, trying your hardest not to fall to your knees in front of him.

Vegeta is quick to respond, pulling you tight into his arms. You’re surprised to find that he’s stripped out of his basic fighting gear and his torso is bare. He’s warm to the touch and it calms you down most of the way. The rest of your anxiety leaks from your pores at the feel of his fingertips wandering over your back and shoulders and arms. 

“This time felt different,” your voice is hoarse, breath bouncing off of the skin of his shoulder. You tuck your nose into his collar bone long enough to breathe him in before you tilt your head back to look at him again, “It r-really felt like you were gone.”

He scoffs, squinting his eyes and turning his face from you, “How dare you have such little faith in me? I am Prince Vegeta! I am royalty to the greatest warrior race, and I-oof.”

You slap his cheek just enough to make it sting, but not enough to piss him off. In fact, you think you see a fire light in his eyes, one that usually leads to bruises and tousled hair. You narrow your eyes, “You scared me! I don’t care what you’re the prince of, I was here, alone, and scared! You don’t get to make this about you!”

You didn’t even realize you were gripping him by the hair, hands threaded against the nape of his neck. Your breath comes in puffs against his lips, your noses almost brushing, bodies close. Narrowing your eyes, your nostrils flare, and you’re ready to continue your speech, but he’s pinned you down before you can say anything further.

“Damn you, earth-woman,” Vegeta growls into your neck, one palm covering the expanse of your abdomen, the other hooked under the soft flesh of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Damn you!” you fire back, wrapping your legs around his waist to latch onto him tightly. “Making me worried, making me cry.”

His eyes soften at the mention of your tears, but he turns his mouth upward into a smirk, “Oh, sweetheart, I’ll give you a real reason to cry. Just give me a few minutes.”

Instantly, your face burns bright red. You feel the blush creep up from the base of your back all the way to the tips of your ears. You keep your ankles dug into the muscled flesh of his ass, hands still in his hair, but your body is already quivering.

“Y’know how much I think about you while I’m gone, baby,” he’s almost patronizing now, knuckles caressing your cheek in a tantalizing way that makes heat pool in your belly. Vegeta nudges his nose along your cheek, “Know how bad I miss this.” His free hand slips from your ribs to your waistline, thumb slipping just under the band of your pants to brush the sensitive flesh there. 

When he leans back, he’s biting his lip, grinning down at you like you’re his last meal and he’s been starved for years. He’s always like this after a long, intense match, whether it’s training or real world-saving activities. He’s always amorous, unable to release you until he brings you to a high too many times to count, until he’s spilling into you over and over again. Vegeta pretends it is the pent up energy from battle, but you secretly know the look in his eyes says he’s just glad to be back home to you, and this is the only way he knows how to show you.

“Oh,” he analyzes your face, the glassy look in your eyes before he’s even started, and chuckles at your expense, “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that, huh? Got something on your mind?”

You’re barely able to cough out the word, “You,” before his mouth takes yours captive and the night begins.

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I HOPE I DID THIS JUSTICE!!!!! 

[dballzposting]

Hello tumblr user dballzposting, i've had a terribly latin american goten and trunks idea while thinking about making myself some maté (weirdass boiling tea-esque argentinian-paraguayan-uruguayan concoction served in a little rotund cup-esque thing that is drank with a metal straw-like thing that isn't really a straw but works like one but better so you dont swallow the leaves and herbs in the little rotund son of a bitch, anyway big part of it is that it's bitter and you drink it while its HOT as balls) and i'm hoping you do not mind the completely cultural dissonance of this ask, i will try to make this make sense

but thinking about mate and how i personally think the Son family is very rural and whatnot and it's canon to some extent but i like to give it some third worlder campo flavor- anyway, i don't think Goten likes maté, but i think Trunks loves it, and Goten kinda resents him for that (its not that serious but trunks can get a little annoying)

because maybe one day trunks comes over to their house and chichi and gohan are there having some maté and like facturas(pastries, see "facturas argentinas" for a clearer picture) and toast with dulce de leche(it solos nutella, change my mind) and trunks never tried maté because bulma doesn't really drink it even if she likes it cause she has a shitty rich ppl coffee machine so trunks drinks that, and vegeta too.. maybe. So trunks has never really tried maté and gohan offers him some because he's nice and goten looks at him expecting him to either burn his tongue or not like it because it's so bitter (he's projecting.) but trunks actually really likes it and he asks gohan how to make it and goten is flabbergasted

days later trunks starts drinking it while he's doing his machine tinkering thing or maybe doing homework (cause the maté thing is like a young teen issue) and he becomes really good at it and at some point he's outside maybe just laying in the grass in some capsule corp garden and drinking maté and vegeta finds him and he usually wouldn't give a shit but he asks to try whatever the fuck has the boy addicted and he likes it too because trunks drinks it bitter and boiling and i think vegeta would too, so it kinda becomes a father-son bonding activity to wake up everyday and have vegeta yell "BOY. MAKE ME SOME MATÉ" or the objectively funnier spanish version: "NENE, CEBAME UN MATE." ("nene" is way closer to meaning "kid" or "child" than it is to "boy" tbh and that just makes it better) and trunks is like "sure" and he makes some and they drink some in silence together (because you don't use individual "cups" for it, you both have to drink it from the same one and refill it from a thermos. maté drinking is a social activity.) and then vegeta flies off to train and trunks goes to school and maybe bulma is there sometimes because she misses drinking maté (and maybe trunks forgets that yamcha fucked his dad, maybe.)

and now when goten comes over to his house trunks offers him maté as a joke to bother him because he knows he doesn't like it (he doesn't like it the way trunks drinks it, or his family drinks it, there's a different version of maté that instead of boiling water has some sort of fruit juice and ice called tereré and i think goten would love that) and goten is done with him and he tells him "SABES QUE NO ME GUSTA EL MATE SOS UN FORRO TRUNKS NO VENGO MAS A TU CASA DE MIERDA" ("YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE MATÉ YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE TRUNKS I'M NEVER COMING OVER TO YOUR SHITTY HOUSE AGAIN" but its funnier knowing the insult "forro" is also another word for condom) and he says so as he's turning on the playstation and sitting down on the couch so he has no intention of leaving but he wants trunks to know that he's being a bitch about his newfound love of maté and that he's deleting fortnite off his ps5 if he keeps this on

also i think videl and gohan would have those shitty picnics some argentinian families have all the time in like those big ass parks and they drink maté and eat these very specific argentinian cookies and i came up with this bit of the delusion solely on the basis of "yeah this would be great enrichment for pan because when i was tiny like her they took me to those shitty picnics all the time and i turned out ok." and also they could invite goten and trunks so they can pick up a football or something and trunks is like sitting with them on the dumbass picnic banquet like "can i make the maté :)?" and he's so happy about it like in his relaxed cool guy wannabe way but he's also like genuinely happy about it and gohan can tell and he's like "sure :)" and trunks does that and every time they are passing around the maté trunks passes it over to goten who looks like he wants to explode him with his mind

and trunks could make some tereré for goten i guess but it's not like he made it FOR HIM specifically while THINKING ABOUT HIM or thinking about what GOTEN would ENJOY or whatever, yknow?

yours truly, yu7i, i'm sorry

I...

I want to play Miitopia with you. So bad

Hey this post is long I hope y’all don’t mind me sticking a readmore on this sonofabitch. Whatever my response is gonna be doesnt matter much .. It’s done and said right there innit.

- I didn’t know that the character limit on asks was so ... liberal.

- Thank you for the description of maté.. My only exposure beforehand has been the yerbe maté on Tomodachi Life (3DS game).

- I dont know what to fucking say. This is so important. First paragraph alone is both engrossing and lethal.

- I like the things you say and the way in which you say them.

- You cant just put this in someone’s inbox and expect them to be okay.

- You can make your own textposts and @ me in them and then other people can access your genius without having to trudge through my response .. for your consideration. You don’t have to. Whatever you’re comfortable with

- This is so real ... so in-character and believable.

- We can cross this with the dballzposting cinematic universe and point out that Vegeta had boobs (for fashion purposes) for around 2 years and he got rid of them when Trunks was around 14 I think. That is to say, it wasn’t too long ago compared to this. And during that time Trunks and Vegeta didn’t really talk much or hang out much because Trunks was perturbed by the boob thing because no one ever bothered to explain it to him. So his relationship with his father took a hit. And now it’s being healed by maté time! :D 

- Trunks lying outside enjoying the sun enjoying maté time and his father just quietly manifests. Arms crossed. Standing out of Trunks’s peripheral. Catching the breeze in his hair. (ok this is baby’s first spanish so be gentle. Here I go.) “Qué tomás.” (I put an accent over the ‘a’ becasue I’m under the impression that you do that when conjugating in the vos form. I learned of this form only an hour ago so please correct me if I’m wrong / if it’s of minor importance...)

- I’ve been trying to answer this ask on and off for three hours now. ((editor’s note: as mentioned at the end of this post I am hitting post in the morning so that people will see it. But this post stole sleep from me last night))

-  "NENE, CEBAME UN MATE." Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you

- THE IMAGE OF THEM DRINKING IT IN SILENCE..... I had the thought though that if Vegeta doesn’t know what it is or the custom about it then he could have very well expected his own cup. And when Trunks was like “No we gotta drink it together it’s how you do it” he could’ve assumed that Trunks was just fucking with him. And then I had the thought of Vegeta still insisting on his own cup and then the two of them sitting AT THE SAME TABLE but drinking maté in SEPARATE CUPS and I need you to please tell me if that would be so disturbing and jarring to see and definitely symbolic of a deeply disconnected relationship OR if it would be SOO PETTY and THE FUNNIEST VISUAL GAG EVER or if it would be yknow just not a big deal given the context. Or even maybe just a little funny. Let me know.

- Yeah maybe Trunks forgets about the boobs and about how Yamucha fucked his dad .. Maybe things go back to normal ...

- Bulma would definitely like maté. She drinks so much coffee on the original dragon ball. She loves bitter shit 

- This was such an important section:  “’SABES QUE NO ME GUSTA EL MATE SOS UN FORRO TRUNKS NO VENGO MAS A TU CASA DE MIERDA’ (’YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE MATÉ YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE TRUNKS I'M NEVER COMING OVER TO YOUR SHITTY HOUSE AGAIN’ but its funnier knowing the insult ‘forro’ is also another word for condom) and he says so as he's turning on the playstation and sitting down on the couch so he has no intention of leaving but he wants trunks to know that he's being a bitch about his newfound love of maté and that he's deleting fortnite off his ps5 if he keeps this on”

I KNOW they have a ps5. And I didn’t recognize the verb “sos” so I spent like an hour (my computer is slow) googling it and reading what I could find and now I know about it & that’s why I put that accent on that “a” earlier and if that’s stupid you can tell me but if it’s good and fine and accurate then that’s thrilling too.

Why did you send this in today. I did not have the time for this today. It’s now been like 3 and a half hours. I didnt HAVE THIS TIME TONIGHT..!

- The way you went on about the picnics is so funny to me becasue you exclusively described them with pejorative adjectives like it’s just something you KNOW ABOUT and SEE but it’s not something that you DO but also you used to but it’s WHATEVER it’s just a THING that people DO in these huge ass parks like who CARES ugh. Adds character and makes the post shine. Really solidifies the tone

-  “and he's so happy about it like in his relaxed cool guy wannabe way but he's also like genuinely happy” SO HIM UGH. So him. I’ve seen it. On screen

- I CAN SEE GOTEN WANTING HIM TO EXPLODE HIM WITH HIS MIND ... IN MY OWN MIND... Hold on. 

ok i tried.

- “and trunks could make some tereré for goten i guess but it's not like he made it FOR HIM specifically while THINKING ABOUT HIM or thinking about what GOTEN would ENJOY or whatever, yknow? “ <- I can’t tell if this is sarcasm or not. Maybe, like all great literature, it is up for interpretation. I think that he would make it and then not ever pass the mug to Goten and when Goten sheepishly tries to grab it, Trunks moves it away and is like “But you didn’t want any earlier! You didnt WANT social drink time!!” and Goten is like “That was A DIFFERENT DRINK..” and Trunks is like “Well how do you know!” and Goten is like “I watched you make it” and Trunks insists “You don’t know!”  and drinks it in front of him. You know 

- Goten didn’t HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST maté before, he did not like it but he wasnt BITTER about it or anything he wasnt that BIASED. He was just like “yeah no thanks I think that that shit is foul” yknow? Like he thought it was YUCKY and he couldn’t believe when people took to it so readily but it wasnt a big part of his personality or anything. But Trunks made it a thing. And now it’s a thing 

- Not my estadounidense ass typing alt+0233 on my keyboard every time to get that “é”

It is my bed time. I shall hit post on this tomorrow morning so that people have a chance to see it. Thanks for the shot of dopamine. I consider your asks to be a dense pill of vitamins. IDK maybe you do make a bunch of textposts and I just don’t know it. Feel free to @ me any time. My followers and more would love you I think 

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 069 (nice)

This is Super’s Driver’s Ed episode, basically.

All right, I still haven’t read/watched Dr. Slump, so a lot of these callbacks are lost on me.  Fortunately, there aren’t that many characters to keep track of in this episode.   Dr. Senbei Norimaki, aka “Dr. Slump” is heading to West City to participate in an award ceremony for inventors.  Arale and the Gatchans are excited to go along, but he tells her to stay put and mind the house while he’s gone.  Big mistake.

Bulma’s family is also attending the award ceremony, although we never find out just what her invention was that got her nominated.  It can’t be the time machine, since Beerus destroyed it last episode, so it’s kind of badass that Bulma knocked out at least one other game-changing invention off-screen while the last three or four sagas were going on.

Mr. Satan is the emcee for this thing, and he got Goku a job on the security detail.  He had to wear a suit and fix his hair, but neither of these things last very long, so Goku just gives up and leaves his post.

Senbei is surprised when he wins, almost like he only went to this thing for the free food, but he proudly shows off his prize-winning invention, Reality Machine #2.  It can walk and talk, by the way.  Basically, you direct your thoughts to the machine and it creates your fondest desire, something you’re so passionate about that you’d die for it.

You know, like girlie mags!

Or figurines of yourself!  I feel like the characters in this show lack imagination.

Then Dr. Mashirito, apparently Senbei’s arch-rival, shows up to object to his receiving the award.  Senbei consults the Dr. Slump comics and confirms that Mashirito died years ago.  And he’s right.  Mashirito has returned as a ghost.  In the dub, he even says he broke out of the “Home For Infinite Losers” to protest this ceremony, and how wild is it that we get an HFIL mention in 2016?

But before he came to West City, Dr. Mashirito paid a visit to Penguin Village, where he fed Arale and the Gatchans a secret elixir called “Playtime X”, which makes them even more hyperactive than usual.  His plan is to use Senbei’s own android daughter to wreck the whole place and ruin his big day.  Mr. Satan tries to defuse the situation and gets his ass kicked, so he asks Vegeta to intervene. 

Meanwhile, Goku’s sleeping out on the grounds like a dog.  Goku, you’re the laziest man on Mars.

The Vegeta/Arale fight leads outside, and for a moment it seems like Goku and Arale recognize each other, but they don’t.  Vegeta continues to fight, but Arale beats him like a drum.  Vegeta concludes that this is because she’s a character from an 80′s gag manga, which means her powers aren’t constrained by the laws of physics. What, like Vegeta’s powers are based on reality or something?  I mean, sure, compared to Dr. Slump, Dragon Ball might as well be a documentary, but still.

The best he manages to do is to kick off Arale’s entire head, which horrifies the boys, but Arale’s a robot, so it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, Vegeta gets wrecked because of course he does.  This isn’t even the worst humiliation he’s experienced while fighting a female android. 

Goku and Arale finally remember each other, and Goku’s basically like “fuck it, let’s just fight.” He goes Super Saiyan Blue and they shoot energy blast at each other.

I guess the Gatchans just sort of wore themselves out?  I completely forgot they were in this thing, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

Senbei manages to buy some time by using Reality Machine #2 to make some poop, which Trunks tosses onto the battlefield to distract Arale.  This won’t keep her busy for long, but it’s a start.

This gives Bulma a chance to execute her own plan.  She had tried contacting Whis to get help from Beerus, but Beerus is taking a nap, and Whis refuses to wake him.  So Bulma speaks with the live television audience and tells them to focus their thoughts on Reality Machine #2.  Wait, why is this being covered live?  And how many people are watching a show like this, anyway?  Well, I guess Mr. Satan’s in it, so that might explain its popularity. 

Anway, Bulma has everyone imagine their most favorite food, and the Reality Machine combines all those thoughts to produce a single, supremely delicious treat.  It looks like the coffee-flavored jawbreaker from the Buu Saga.  Has Vegito returned?

Whatever it is, the aroma is so enticing that Beerus smells it from over a kajillion light years away.  He wakes up and makes Whis take him to Earth immediately, and picks up the treat.   Dr. Mashirito is annoyed to see this newcomer, and starts confronting him...

... so Beerus destroys him.  Apparently even ghosts can be destroyed, so I assume this is the last we ever see of this character, dead or alive.

Then Arale annoys him while he’s savoring his treat, and he prepares to destroy her too, until...

... I don’t know for sure, but it seems like Beerus suddenly got diarrhea.  He forgets his divine wrath and demands that Whis take him back home immediately. 

No one is sure what just happened, but Trunks suspects that Beerus got sick from eating food that came out of a device that previously had poop in it.  Sure.

Anyway, Playtime X wears off just in time for Senbei to return home, so the crisis is over. 

Meanwhile, Vegeta sulks from the branch of a tree. 

This was easily the best episode of Dragon Ball Super until the part where Goku fought Kefla, so I’ve been looking forward to it since I started this thing.  This whole series has sort of been screwing around, so it’s about time they started screwing around seriously instead of the half-assed stuff they’d been doing before. 

[vegetasleftsock]

A Devil’s Smile (Vegeta x OC)

Part 1

Chapter 2

Saturday morning arrived. Golden sunbeams poured through open blinds in a window next to Milla’s bed. Waking up, she blinked a couple of times to try to adjust to the light.

“No use,” Milla thought to herself. “My eyelids feel like they weigh ten pounds each.”

She shifted onto her stomach and plopped her head straight into her pillow.

“So soft.”

Milla breathed in the scent of her pillow in a deep breath. It smelled like apples- the scent of her favorite fabric softener.

Suddenly a wave of realization and horror washed over Milla. She used her arms to push herself up from the pillow, eyes wide.

“Oh my god, what time is it?” Milla whispered aloud. She flipped over and began to rummage through the sheets to try to find her phone.

“Where is it?” Milla said, frantic. “Fuck!”

She unravelled her comforter and shook it until her phone made a loud thud on the floor.

“9:52? No! Fucking shit!”

“3 missed calls?? All from Janice?? Great.”

Milla clicked on the missed call and the phone began to ring. As she was waiting for the phone to pick up, she rushed to the closet, pulling her oversized t-shirt over her shoulders as she walked.

“Hello?” the voice in the phone said.

“Hey, yea,” replied Milla while hopping into one leg of her black slacks. “Is Janice there?”

“No, she left to run errands. Joey’s here though, I’ll give you to him,” said the voice.

“Thank you, dear angels above, for watching over me,” Milla breathed a sigh of relief that it was Joey, her bandmate and coworker that she was going to have to talk to and not her boss, Janice.

“Ya, you’re welcome. Although, I don’t know if I’d fall under the category of angel,” Joey laughed.

“Joey, I overslept.” Milla said.

“No shit. I told Janice I sent you to try to get more of that special printer ink from the Office Depot off of 5th,” Joey said.

“You told me that printer ink was discontinued,” Milla said, with a ponytail holder in between her teeth. Her hands stayed busy pulling her hair back and brushing out bumps with her fingers.

“Uh-huh. But I didn’t tell her that,” Joey said. “That way when you get here and you show up empty handed, at least you have a reason, ya know?”

“Oh ok, nice! Damn, Joey- I owe you!” Milla said.

“Just get me a pack of cigs and some pretzels for lunch and we’ll call it even.”

“You got it. Thanks again, friend.” Milla smiled.

“No problem bud. See ya soon.” Joey replied, and then hung up the phone.

Milla took one last look in the mirror. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and silver jewelry hung from her ears. The jewelry was vintage and an emerald sat in the middle of each earring. The earrings were a prized possession- her grandmother gave them to her the year she started college.

A black blouse with floaty long sleeves and a bow tied loosely around her neck hung slightly off her small frame. The all black outfit made her look put together- professional. Greatly contrasting from the persona she wears at home and on stage during her performances.

A black and white cat curled through Milla’s legs as she leaned against her dining room chair to strap her tall chunky heels onto each foot.

“Okay, Chomps. I promise I’ll feed you in just a moment.”

Chomps continued to rub his head against her ankles and calves aggressively. Just as Milla placed her foot to the floor to walk to the cabinet where she kept the cat food, Chomps placed his teeth on her ankle and bit down- hard.

“OW, fuck, Chomps! Seriously?” Milla yelled. “I said I was on my way to feed you!”

Blood trickled down her ankle onto her heel, but she was already late. No time to waste.

Milla opened the cabinet and pulled out a measuring cup to portion Chomps’s food. He obviously had an food obsession issue. She dumped the food into his bowl, grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

She sat down into her small silver Jetta and started the engine. As she started her car, it reminded her of the night before.

That guy- the one with the black, spiky hair and the death glare. Milla allowed herself to reflect and replay her interaction with him.

She never even got his name. Not that she really cared. What was his problem? He approached her after the show at her car for what reason?

If he wanted to hurt her or be a pervert, there was nothing stopping him. Milla was strong for her small stature, but she was nothing compared to him. He was clearly ripped. She could tell by every muscle in his toned arms, folded over his chest that also appeared to be rock solid. His shoulders were big and built and even though he wasn’t the tallest guy she had ever met, he still towered over her.

“Too bad he’s fucking odd. He’s hot.” Milla thought to herself.

Before she could think any further about the situation, Milla had arrived at work. She walked through the front doors of the doctor’s office and found her desk, acting like she wasn’t an hour and a half late.

“Good morning, Milla. Did you find anything at the Office Depot? I really need that ink.” Janice, the office manager and Milla’s boss said.

Milla took a deep breath and spun around in her chair to face Janice.

“Janice, I’ve got some bad news about that. They discontinued the ink.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” Janice said. “Did you ask to speak to the manager?”

“I did,” Milla said. “I even asked the manager to call the distributor and they said it’s production has been indefinitely suspended.

“Great,” Janice sighed. “Next time can you clock out if you’re going to take more than 30 minutes to drive across town? Thanks.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and left Milla at her desk alone.

“NeXt TiMe CaN YOu ClOck Out,” Milla mocked.

Even though Milla was annoyed by Janice’s never-ending passive aggressive remarks, she was relieved to be relatively unscathed throughout the day.

However, Milla didn’t get to take her lunch break, which means she didn’t have time to get Joey his thank you gifts for saving her behind.

Milla tied up any loose ends and threw her purse over her shoulder. She waved goodbye to her coworkers and she walked to the back of the office to find Joey.

“Hi, friend.” Milla said to Joey, who was slinging his Levi jean jacket over his broad shoulders.

Joey was about 6 foot, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was average build, but his arms and legs were lanky.

Any girl would normally fawn over Joey, but Milla considered him to be like a brother.

“Heading out?” Joey said while grabbing his keys from his desk and sticking them into his jacket pocket.

“Yup. Let me take you out to dinner since I didn’t get to buy you pretzels and cigs.” Milla said, starting towards the back exit of the office.

“I’m down. As long as I get something to smoke and we go somewhere that has the big kind of pretzels.”

Milla laughed. “Sure thing, dude.”

They both climbed into Milla’s Jetta and started driving to one of their favorite breweries, not far from the bar they perform at every Friday night.

On the drive over, Milla lit Joey a joint and told her the story of the guy from the bar. How he met her at her car, got defensive, but never even tried to lay a hand on her.

Joey took a puff and laughed. He told Milla that he assumed the mystery man was probably too nervous to tell her that she was pretty.

Once they got to the brewhouse, they ordered a full flight of beer, pretzels, and a medium pepperoni and basil pizza to share.

They discussed work, talked shit about Janice, and Joey talked about his multiple sketchy encounters with recent hookups.

“Alright, you ready to call it a night?” Joey said.

“Ugh, no I really wanted to finish my beer. It’s only 9:30.” Milla said, pouting at Joey.

“Normally I would stay with you, but I have to meet my mom for breakfast at 8. She’ll have my neck if I’m not there.”

“Understood.” Milla said.

“I’ll just grab an Uber so you don’t have to drive. You should too. Call me if you need anything and please be careful.” Joey said, knowing he couldn’t convince her to leave.

“Ew, you’re not my dad.” Milla laughed. “But yes, I will be extra careful if you insist.”

“Thanks.” Joey patted Milla on the back before heading outside to catch his ride.

About 15 minutes later, Goku, Bulma and Krillin walked into the brewery. They sat at the bar, close enough to Milla to get a hint of who she was.

Goku squinted at Milla. “Hmmm..”

“What is it, Goku?” Krillin asked.

“I feel like I’ve seen that girl somewhere, but I can’t put my finger on where.”

“Ha! I know,” Bulma laughed. “That’s the girl that got Vegeta all flustered!”

“From yesterday? The singer?” Goku asked. “She looks so different!”

“She probably works, Goku. Singing isn’t usually super lucrative.” Bulma explained.

“But she’s so good at it!” Goku said. “Excuse me, miss?”

Goku had moved over so that he and Milla were a seat apart. He tapped on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Uh- Hi.” Milla smiled. “Do I know you?”

The guy appeared relatively harmless and the two friends who joined him gave off good vibes. Milla decided to lessen her guard a little.

“Not really. We saw you sing last night. I just wanted to let you know that we all really enjoyed it!” Goku smiled. “By the way my name is Goku and these are my friends, Krillin and Bulma.”

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Milla. Thanks for the compliment and for coming out last night. I’d love to see y’all there next Friday as well.” Milla beamed, cheeks a little pink from the alcohol.

“I wouldn’t mind going again,” Bulma said. “Your singing is great but it was pretty great to watch Vegeta get all flustered too.” She laughed.

It suddenly clicked for Milla. The blue haired girl and the guy with the nice smile were the ones who were at the table with the grumpy mystery man.

“Vegeta?” Milla moved her head to the side a little. “That’s the guy who got embarrassed and left after I flirted with him, right?”

“Yup. That’s Vegeta!” Goku laughed. “He’s a little hard around the edges but he’s a good guy.”

“Hard around the edges. That’s one way to explain it.” Milla said eyebrows raised. She took another swig of her stout beer.

“Wait-,” Krilled said. “You sound like you know Vegeta.”

“Hardly.” Milla smiled. “He approached me at my car after the show.”

Bulma laughed. “So that’s where he went! It doesn’t sound like he made the best impression.”

Milla puffed up her chest and held her arms out to the side like she had big muscles. “If you knew who you were talking to, you wouldn’t be laughing. Foul woman!” Milla said, imitating Vegeta.

The four of them shared a laugh before Goku was pulled off his barstool.

“Kakarot! Did you forget about our night training? I’ve been waiting for over 30 minutes and I find you HERE of all places, doing god knows what with-“

Before Vegeta could continue, Milla placed her hand on Vegeta’s shoulder.

“Dude. Shut up, relax. Drink a beer or something before your head explodes.”

Vegeta’s face pulled in a snarl as he looked to see who would have the nerve to say such a thing. His eyes met with Milla’s and his expression turned from anger to shock.

Bulma, Goku, and Krillin sat and watched. They were surprised at Milla’s bluntness with volatile and moody Vegeta.

“You,” Vegeta said, brushing Milla’s hand off of his shoulder. “What are you doing here? Are you all just friends now or something?”

“And what does it matter to you?” Milla laughed.

“Ugh.” Vegeta scoffed. “You’re intoxicated.”

He crossed his arms and inhaled the air again. “And you’re bleeding.”

“What?” Milla furrowed her brow in confusion. She was definitely weirded out again.

He leaned down to follow the smell.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Milla cursed at Vegeta.

“Here.” Vegeta brushed his finger against the bite marks on her ankle. “Looks like some kind of small animal marked you.”

Milla then remembered that this morning she didn’t have time to attend to her wound from Chomps.

“Oh, you’re right. That was Chomps.” Milla and Vegeta’s eyes met once more.

“Wow, Vegeta! That’s crazy how you knew that just by smelling.” Goku said.

Vegeta scoffed and rolled his eyes in response.

“Who’s Chomps?” Krillin asked.

“My cat. He bites when he’s hungry, so I named him Chomps.” Milla said.

“Hmph. Your cat and I have something in common then.” Vegeta said while giving Milla a sly grin.

“Kakarot, I’ll let you play your little games for now. But I will not be as lenient if you fail to show for training tomorrow morning. ON TIME.”

Before Milla could even process Vegeta’s words, he had already left.

“Looks like someone has a little crush on Milla,” Bulma said and gave Milla an encouraging wink.

“What’s his deal?” Milla asked. “Why can’t he just buy me a beer or ask me out like any normal human being.”

“Probably because he’s a Saiyan!” said Goku. “And so am I!”

“A what?” Milla said, looking lost.

“I can explain it all later,” Bulma said. “If you’re free you should come over to my place tomorrow night and I can fill you in. I could make dinner for everyone!”

“Are you sure we can’t do it tonight,” Goku whined. “I’m hungry.”

“Goku, you just cleared the wing place we went to of their entire inventory for the week. You don’t think you can wait until tomorrow?” Krillin asked.

“I guess.” Goku pouted. He quickly perked up. “Can you come, Milla? It’d be so fun to have you there!”

“Sure, I can go.” Milla said. She was apprehensive, but the kind nature of the three in front of her and the craft beer bubbling through her system told her to not worry about it.

“Great! Do you have an iPhone?” Bulma asked.

Milla dug in her pockets and pulled out her iPhone.

“Awesome,” Bulma said. “I’ll just connect to your phone through mine and give you all of our numbers, and it’ll put your number into our phones.”

At this point, Milla was ready to go home and sleep. She nodded her head in agreement.

“You look tired Milla, do you need a ride home?” Krillin asked, aware of how quiet Milla had gotten.

“Please.” Milla replied, her eyes fighting to stay open.

“I can help. Where do you live?” Goku said.

“Apple Cove apartments. Not too far from the Sprint skyscraper.” Milla said.

“Got it! Put your hand on my shoulder.” Goku smiled at Milla, helping her onto her feet from the bar.

“It’s okay, Goku I can walk.” Milla said.

“Just trust me.” Goku looked down at Milla and held his hand out.

Milla reluctantly gave her hand to Goku and he placed it on his shoulder. Milla’s arm was almost completely extended, making the height difference between the two of them glaringly obvious.

Krillin chuckled. “Man, I thought I was short.”

“Bye Milla! See you tomorrow at the party!” Bulma said as she waved.

“Bye, nice meeting you. See you tomorrow.”

Goku placed his fingers to his forehead and before Milla could blink again, she was in front of her apartment complex.

“Holy shit, am I really that drunk?” Milla said, eyes wide.

“It’s instant transmission. Pretty cool, huh?”

“I’m not even going to crack open that can of worms tonight,” Milla said before hiccuping.

“Is it okay if I walk you to your apartment?” Goku asked.

“No really, you’ve done a lot. Thank you for all your kindness.” Milla said.

“Please. I wouldn’t feel too good if anything bad happened to you.” Goku said while scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay-“ Milla said reluctantly. “Promise you’re not creepy?”

“I don’t think I’m creepy?” Goku said innocently while looking at Milla.

“I don’t think you are either,” Milla chuckled between hiccups.

Goku walked Milla to her apartment, made sure she was settled, and even fed Chomps.

She was fast asleep by the time he was ready to go home. Goku pressed his fingers to his forehead and transmitted to the kitchen of Capsule Corp.

“Boy am I starving!” Goku said while rubbing his stomach.

“Kakarot.” Vegeta said, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Oh, hi Vegeta,” Goku said with his head in the fridge. “Did you come to get snacks too?”

“What I was doing in this kitchen before you got here is none of your business.” Vegeta said, pushing the bags of fruit snacks further into the pocket of his black sweatpants.

“Oh. Okay.” Goku said. “That Milla girl is really nice, the singer one?”

“So that’s her name. She has an attitude,” Vegeta stated plainly.

“I’m guessing that’s something you like in women.” Goku shrugged, a plate with an entire turkey in his hands.

“Kakarot-“ Vegeta growled, stepping closer to Goku.

“Good news, she’s coming to Bulma’s get together tomorrow night. You’ll get to spend more time with her. If you play your cards right, you might be able to have a normal conversation with her too.” Goku laughed.

“Why do you smell of her?” Vegeta asked.

“I took her home. She was pretty drunk and I didn’t want her to try to make it home alone.” Goku said in between bites. “You could’ve taken her if you would’ve stayed longer.

Vegeta scoffed and walked out of the room. “Training. 8 AM. DON'T be late.”

[babyybitchhh]

Thotty Thursday: Part One

There ain’t no goddamn way I could start something like this and not come out swinging with the top dog. The heavy weight champ. My personal creme de la creme. The character who started it all and made me what I am today. That’s right, I blame all this thotty shit on this demon man right here.

“Holy blast from the past, Batman!” You cry out in dismay. “What is this, some 80’s shit!?”

I’ll have you know Yu Yu Hakusho is all 90’s, baby. Just like me. 😤

So let me tell y’all a little bit about my number one husbando. He’s perfect, for starters. Like, I’d challenge you to name one thing Hiei ever did wrong, ever.

You know what, never mind. Let’s not get into that right now.

Okay, I admit my dude has a bit of a harried past and he’s not ever always the nicest but that gives him depth. Range. He CAN go deep and he WILL.

If you catch my drift 👀

So when this bite sized snack was first introduced in the narrative he was all bad. Like bad bad. At just a glance, there was nothing good or redeeming about him and it wasn’t until later that we find out he’s something of a sympathetic antihero.

His moral alliances didn’t matter to eleven year old me one bit tho, this shit had me straight up fantasizing about becoming a ruthless thief and running off to the demon world with the man who literally knocked me on my ass

And when I say literally I don’t mean figurative, haha ironic literally. I mean literally literally

PHEW please believe that I would betray all y’all for even a single night with Hiei, on god 😩

Did i mention he’s a demon yet?

Yeah, in addition to having the super amazing ability to control fire at will, he also has a very ... eye catching transformation. 👁👁

Now, I’ve seen even some die hard fangirls reject this form but it really doesn’t bother me. I actually rather like that particular shade of green and I don’t think it detracts from his good looks - if anything it just adds another layer to the evil mysterious bad boy vibe he’s got going on.

You think I wouldn’t throw my pussy in a circle for him just because he’s covered in eyeballs??

Hah

Think again

However I will say having sex in this form would probably be an awkward affair all around. Not only because having that many eyes impassively staring me down might cause a serious case of stage fright, but also because ... those peepers on his chest bout to get poked out by my titties! 😳

I mean, if he’s into that I won’t put up much of a fight

But I personally can’t imagine having a nipple touch your cornea being a very pleasant experience

Anyway

Can we talk about those gorgeous ruby red eyes on his perfect little face for one gotdamn second please???

I admit, I am weak for a man with red eyes and that’s 100% Hiei’s fault

The only ones that even come close to being as captivating and intense are Senkuu’s (Dr. Stone, for those of you not in the know) but even his don’t hit QUITE as hard as Hiei’s

Can you even begin to imagine how it would feel to have him staring you down in a completely casual setting let alone an intimate one?? 😳

Mark me down as scared AND horny

I especially like how one minute they’ll be sharp, pinpoint dots that just tell you in no uncertain terms he’s out for blood

Which he usually is but that is neither here nor there

And then the next moment, his eyes are huge and taking up half his face

It seems like his eyes are at their biggest and most vulnerable looking whenever his sister is involved (which, for the sake of spoilers on a 25+ year old series I will not go into too much) or when he’s particularly eager about something (usually fighting) OR when someone inexplicably manages to appeal to his emotions. And trust me when I say that is a lot easier said than done

Hiei is one of the toughest eggs to crack in my harem but I like the challenge 😤

He’s not all fire and brimstone (mostly but not entirely) and I know he can lay the pipe like a goddamn CHAMP

I know his dick big, I know it is

That’s why he’s so short. All of his nutritional intake went straight to his cock but I can tell just by looking that he’s slanging some grade A meat. Do not fight me on this. I will throw hands to defend his honor and that is not a joke

I’m a strong enough bitch to stand by him even when he’s getting roasted by the squad. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.

Ofc that’s not to say he’d just stand there and let them drag him, but the point here is that I’ve got his back and that’s what counts

“But he looks like Vegeta 2.0” you reasonably point out and to that I say “what about it?”

I mean. Can Vegeta do THIS?

I’m just joking, I was a thirsty little slut over Vegeta too

Short king solidarity ✊😤

His height doesn’t even bother me fr fr tho because 1: I’m about 90% sure he’s still growing by demon standards and his sister is also quite short whereas their mother was a normal height 2: I’m also short so it’s not like I’d be towering over him anyway and 3: some men like taking a girl who’s bigger than them and bending her to their will

And when I say he’s an unchallenged top ... Lord have mercy 🥵

Every encounter with him in or out the bed would be a challenge. Every 👏 single 👏one 👏

But I believe that with enough patience it’s totally possible to chip away at his mile wide walls and I know for a fact he’d be a great (if not slightly yandereish) lover

Protective in a standoffish way, territorial, demanding, strong enough to carry you in one arm while he slashes demons in half with the other, intensely intimate, just the right amount of Demon Crazy to keep the relationship exciting 🤪

Note I said Demon Crazy and not regular ol’ crazy. There IS a difference

Just whatever you do, don’t let this big eyed baby face fool you

Hiei is not the type to share his toys or let them question who’s in charge. He lacks social finesse in a general sense and his interpersonal skills are ... toeing the negative, to say the least

Plus he’s a demon so his idea of courtship is going to be drastically different from mine. If he decides he wants it then by god he’s gonna take it and I respect that

Tbh I’d anticipate some low key stalking from this dude - the kind that you don’t even notice until it’s much too late and I don’t mean he’d be lingering around every corner or conveniently there each time you turned around. No, that’s too basic for a man like this

Tbh you wouldn’t even know he was there unless he WANTED you to know

You see that third eye he’s sporting?

It gives him telepathic abilities

That’s right. In addition to controlling fire and having a multi eyed form that should appeal to any self respecting monster fucker, he can ALSO read minds

Y’all

If this man had any idea what I was thinking about him ... 😰

He’d probably kill me for the insolence, let’s not lie

But this is MY romantic fantasy and I say fuck that

He’d be able to keep tabs on you at all hours of the day, any time, anywhere - you wouldn’t even be safe from his ever watchful eye(s) while sleeping and though it’s not an ability canon touched on I see absolutely no reason why he couldn’t telepathically slip into your dreams

A nighttime visit from Hiei? Preferably a horny one? 👀 sign me the fuck up

Imagine peacefully sawing some logs and fucking around in dreamland when he suddenly appears before you acting like your very presence is a bother

Then why are you here?? I didn’t ask you to come into my dreams, thank you very much

He responds in kind and his pointed jabs just get you more and more riled up until he finally pounces

Absolutely demolishes the pussy

I’m talking put that kitty in the grave

Then when you wake up the first thing you notice is how slick you are between the thighs

“Must’ve been a crazy dream” you mutter like the dummy thicc bitch you are

But when you look down at your sore wrist, you can see faint, blooming splotches in the shape of fingertips and you realize it was all real

A demon fucked you in your sleep and you enjoyed the hell out of it

“I wonder if he accepts frequent flyer miles” 🤔 

How he finna grab the pussy

Like, hello??? Am I the only one thinking about this stuff??

Yes?

Okay then, damn. Guess I’ll just crawl back into my 90’s, smells like teen spirit cave

It’s quite comfy, actually, thanks in no small part to Hiei keeping it nice and toasty for me

The dick helps too

[risingsouls]

Conversations: 3

[Part 3 of what should def just be called my self-indulgent and soon to be shippier bs. The shippy isn’t REALLY there yet but the chemicals are reacting, as they say.]

“I have another question.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Vegeta eyed Nabooru from across the campfire, usual frown twitching a touch lower. The flames danced in her gold eyes. Had it not been for the dinosaur steak roasting over the fire, the offered view of the flame’s glow illuminating her against the early night sky might have been pleasant. “Well, go on. I’ve indulged you every other time, why should now be any different?”

The Gerudo reached out to turn her dinner for an even roast. Considering their last encounter, how the train of conversation intensified to a point that felt as though the slightest movement would trigger violence, she almost didn’t expect him to let her follow through. A whole week passed before he returned to the wasteland for a spar and, while she tried not to dwell on it, to accept that she pushed too far and overstayed her welcome, or, harder to swallow he didn’t consider her a worthy sparring partner any more, it had bothered her more than she cared to admit aloud or to herself. When she hit the low point of considering finding him herself or showing up at his place of residence--a tidbit of information she picked up at the tournament if she couldn’t sense him--she threw herself into her own training. A good long span of survival training without the use of her ki helped clear her head and consider ways to move forward with her growth on her own once more.

“This one might be personal.” She snorted at the raised eyebrow he gave her and amended, “In a different way. Like about your body sort of personal.”

“What?” His expression morphed into a scowl. Heat soared into his cheeks and he glanced away to keep her from noticing it. “What the hell would you need to ask about my body?!”

It took a second too long for her to realize why her words caused such an indignant reaction in the prince. “W-wait! No, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not--!” she sputtered, trying to regain ground. “Ugh, I’ll just ask. You and Nappa are both Saiyans, but he has a tail and you don’t. Did you have a tail at some point, too?”

Vegeta felt the blush flee from his face and his heart rate slowly returning to normal, but her inquiry did nothing to quell his sour expression. He turned it back on her. “Of course I had a tail. All Saiyans are born with them.”

Had. Considering the tidbits of his past she knew, she feared the worst. Frieza was obviously a racist bastard that feared his kind. Had he taken it? If so, why hadn’t he lobbed Nappa’s off? A warning? Another sort of message? Nabooru pulled the steak from the fire and extended it to him. A peace offering, a silent apology. A way to cool him off and keep talking if only for her own curiosity. “What happened to it, then? Or is yours special and invisible?”

Snatching the proffered meat, sharp canines tore into it. He ignored the burns to his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chewed. “Got cut off,” he rumbled around the bite before taking another.

Nabooru failed to stop her eyelids from lowering and the corners of her lips dipping downward in an unamused frown. Rolling her eyes, she popped up to her feet and strode over to the carcass a few meters away from their camp. “Should I ask you how or why?” She considered summoning a ki sword but instead pulled one of her dual blades from her hip, if only to strike back by annoying him as he was her. When he found her earlier that afternoon training with her trusty blades--the weight welcome in her hands, the technique of wielding them so embedded in her muscle memory she lost no time delving into her old routines and toying with new ones--he had made it plain he didn’t care for such weapons. She brought it down in a swift arc, slicing another steak from the beast’s tail. Noting that he was halfway through the one in his hands, she hacked off another for insurance. “Or would I be wasting my breath?”

Though the rage from that particular day had long since dulled to a weak summer thunderstorm when given half a thought, Vegeta avoided considering it. A successful endeavor so long as his mind cooperated and no one reminded him of it. The day his life was upended and flipped upside down, never to return to a proper orientation even after all these years. His whole understanding of himself, his place in the universe, his strength and prowess as a warrior...all of it ripped to shreds and uncertain. Sometimes, it all still felt like an extended nightmare and he would wake up in his pod on some new planet to conquer with Nappa and Raditz at his side. Such moments were fewer and further between these days, but he once more found himself on precarious footing with no clear goal for himself. No clear desires. A murky identity despite his best efforts to conceal just how lost he felt through declarations of his princely status to a dead race.

Their last conversation had reminded him of it and, as he tended to do when he needed to feel like he was accomplishing something and forget the world around him, he trained day and night until exhaustion forced him to rest. Then he awoke a fee meager hours later and did it again. He lost at least a week this time, if the last message Nabooru sent and he replied to and her off-handed comment earlier was any indication.

"A fat man cut it off," he began between bites of meat. He swallowed, watching her prepare the next steak on the spit. "Never saw him again after. Best for him because I'd have killed him if I did."

An empty threat, likely. He had promised the others there that day the same fate but failed to enact any of them. A waste of energy, he told himself. But deep down, he simply knew it was a death wish when he still tailed Kakarot in power. And though back then he wished and sometimes still considered if he would have been better off sharing the same fate as his people, obliterated to space dust to forever float among the cosmos and join them in Hell, his fire to reclaim his honor and place as the most powerful Saiyan kept him alive.

Nabooru knew her follow up question was predictable, but if he found it annoying, he could easily amend it by filling in the proper details without prompt. "A random fat man just cut off your tail?" she asked, tone devoid of humor despite the image parading through her mind. "Seems rather random."

"It wasn't." Her steely gaze pinned him to the spot, full lips thinned and an eyebrow lifted. A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he could imagine--almost feel--the missing appendage in question flicking in idle arcs of amusement. He finished the last bit of meat slow, relishing the taste and her mounting frustration over the game he played. "Our tails are what allow us to transform into the mighty Oozaru. He cut it off to return me to my normal form.”

“Another transformation? Like your Super Saiyan thing?”

“No, not exactly. During full moons, Saiyans transform into giant apes capable of leveling planets. Hence why our talents were in demand for someone like Frieza and his family.” He wiped his mouth with his arm. “Plenty of us could do it without the transformation, but using the Oozaru form was typically faster and more difficult for enemies to strike down.”

Nabooru whistled low, fascinated by the idea. She leaned forward and twisted the meat to the other side. “Mm, so then cutting off your tail was actually strategic of this mystery fat man?”

“You give him more credit than he deserves,” the Saiyan huffed. “Kakarot and his friends got lucky the first time I touched down on this damn planet. The clown was dead to rights, and had those idiots not shown up to our battle…” He trailed off, unsure of how that would change his fate and certain she could fill in the blanks herself. Where would he be now had he destroyed Kakarot and his friends that day? Still serving Frieza? Ruler of his own empire like his father promised him? Dead?

She opened her mouth to respond, pointing out that technically Goku hadn’t defeated him that day exactly by that detailing, but reconsidered. Another sore spot that, if she understood right, sparked his rivalry with the other Saiyan. His need to surpass him and defeat him in battle. She could understand that; she wouldn’t care for such an outcome either, and would crave a proper rematch. She suspected the blow to his pride ran deeper than just the need for a rematch, however. Like her, his warrior status was intrinsically tied to his identity, and the loss to Goku had shaken that, the reverberations of which he still obviously battled with.

“Why is it that I’m the one always answering questions, anyway?” Nabooru glanced up from the flames at her company. His muscular arms were folded over his broad chest, and he watched her with narrowed eyes. She blinked, and when he didn’t amend his inquiry, she replied, “Because you’ve never really asked me anything?” She lifted a shoulder. “I never talked much about myself because I figured you weren’t interested. I didn’t think you would like such a breach our quasi-master-student relationship or really care to listen.”

“And all of your questions didn’t do that already?” He sneered when all she offered was another shrug in response. He had no one to blame but himself on that front. If he really took offense to her interrogations, he could have ignored her. But the ease of conversing with her lulled him into blathering on about his past. And, if he wanted to know more about her in turn, a possibility he tried to deny due to its futility, he had no reason to doubt she would answer in kind. Her being a warrior as passionate as he was about improving herself had piqued his curiosity at her tournament, and her final words that all but ended their tense conversation a week before haunted him, further prodding the desire to uncover her past. His reasonably cynical mind deemed it pointless, an effort to form an unnecessary bond, and, until outwardly admitting it moments ago, he had conveyed such a mindset to her successfully by not partaking in asking her his own questions. But a part of him he could not pin down--simple curiosity? Loneliness? Hope of finding someone who could even remotely relate to him in more than basic ways and that didn’t annoy him too much?--begged him to ask similar questions to those she asked him and learn more. With his outburst, he had little choice but to follow through.

Another huff blown out through his nose. “Fine. You said you didn’t get to kill your Frieza. Who was your Frieza?”

Nabooru hid her surprise in his follow through by casting her gaze to the steak and turning it slowly. Habit and buried bitterness made her want to question his sincerity in asking: did he really want to know, or was he just trying to get back at her for all of her inquiries? She didn’t usually share her experience with anyone, and most were too caught up in themselves or completely unaware that she and her people hailed from a different planet and would never think to ask such questions. She kept most at arm’s length outside of the Gerudo to not only shield her emotions but to, perhaps, better cope with the past and the loose ends she left behind. It’s success felt questionable most days. 

“He was the King of Hyrule,” she said, deciding at length that Vegeta wasn’t the type to bring something up if he wasn’t genuinely curious. “Well, really the monarchy of Hyrule. Perhaps the whole country in its own way.” Gold eyes flicked up to him, assessing. “It’s...a long story. It would take a bit to help you underst--”

“Try me.” A challenge issued out of both his undeniable interest in her tale and annoyance that she tried to deflect his question when he answered all of hers (nevermind that it took some coaxing on her part). “You and I seem to have little more than time, so get to explaining. Not so fun being on the other side, is it?”

She chewed her lip and pulled the meat from the fire. She turned it over, once, twice, then handed it over to Vegeta instead. “Well...as I’m sure you guessed, the king and his people were not very fond of mine. Decades of friction from how we fought the longest and hardest in the Civil War, and likely could have won if our supplies and numbers had held up. In the end, we surrendered and joined the other nations in signing a treaty of unity, but the spoils were tactically skewed against us. It offered a semblance of peace, ensured our sovereignty as long as we played by their rules. It did not, however, help us secure better lives for ourselves in expanding outside of the desert for farmland nor did it open up the trade that had been restricted. Though they blocked every request, despite our people dying from the war draining our supplies and a desert not being the most hospitable home, we did our best to find ways to survive while trying to play their games of diplomacy and peace. It was hard not to see it as an orchestrated, slow strangling and punishment for our near success in the war.”

Nabooru paused, the next portion of her story lodging a lump in her throat and igniting a furious flame in her belly. She still struggled to talk about certain bits, the memories painful and the feelings of shame stilling her tongue. Perhaps another time she would illuminate Ganondorf’s role and her betrayal in more detail. For now, she could work around it for the most part.

“Our king...he lost patience with them and staged a coup on his own. He was captured before he could get too far and...imprisoned, likely to be executed. It only fueled the hatred Hyrule had for us, as well as their fear because they assumed we would pick up where he left off.” She stabbed the spit through the remaining stake with unnecessary ferocity. “Whole groups, including people of the court called for our complete eradication. It was considered radical at first, niche groups popping up here and there, but it quickly gained traction, and the king nor his lackeys ever denounced it all, despite the peace treaty and our insistence to uphold it. I had taken over as leader and tried everything I could to convince them, to stave off the growing violence and once more try to save my people and give them a sustainable life. To play their game like they wanted. It did no good. I was laughed out of every meeting.

“Back home, we were split. We were all angry, desperate, and many called for war, even though we could never win with hardly the supplies to sustain ourselves in peacetime and being horribly outnumbered by the rest of Hyrule. Others suggested we take our chances with the desert before they storm our gates.” She swallowed, staring into the fire, reminded of the torches they bore and how it glinted off their steel as they swarmed their home. “We didn’t get the chance to make the decision. Soldiers and civilians alike stormed the fortress en masse. We fought as long as we could, but we had to make the decision to flee into the desert. Only those that made it here survived.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Tears of mourning, of shame as a warrior who was forced to flee rather than face her attackers and die a warrior’s death or come out victorious with the King’s head on a pike. No matter how reasonable, no matter how she had helped save at least some of her people and helped them flourish in another home, it felt cowardly. Unfinished business never set well with her, but, at the same time, she wasn’t entirely sure that, given the chance, she would go through with making the dreams of storming Hyrule and leveling it with her newfound power a reality any more. The fleeting satisfaction it would bring didn’t feel worth it.

Somewhere during her story, her fingers had woven into her ponytail to glide through the crimson tresses. She snatched her hand out of them as if they had burned her and burrowed both hands into the space between her crisscrossed legs. “While I took down plenty of those who attacked us, I didn’t get to kill the king or his court or anyone else who wished me and my people dead. That’s why I said what I did. I understand that yearning for...well, I don't know what to call it. Justice? Revenge? Closure?”

Vegeta had slowed the pace of his eating as she spoke, nibbling on the hunk of meat rather than tearing chunks from it. Many of her people were killed out of fear of their might and potential--as warriors and in what they might do--and they were forced to flee because of it. He could easily see why his own history resonated with her, the parallels uncanny. And she was their leader for a time, a fact he could have guessed at considering the others still seemed to turn to her for guidance, likely out of habit, and the way she carried herself among them. They both understood the pain of failure, of helplessness to change anything due to lacking power or sway to do so. She at least didn't grow to resent the survivors of her kind, or shove them away because they were weaker or deemed useless. She had the chance to learn to be a proper leader. His only guidance in that department was Frieza. 

He grit his teeth; he hated when he realized just how similar to that bastard he had been. How many of his habits and practices he picked up unintentionally just to survive.

“All three, I suppose,” he mumbled at last, choosing to stare at the meat in his hands than make eye contact. “Maybe someone else got vengeance for you and your race.”

His words didn’t make her feel better, but she suspected they weren’t meant to. “Mm, somehow I doubt it. People like that always live longer than they deserve to.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and turned her steak. “You still wish it was you, then?”

Vegeta popped the last bite in his mouth and chewed it slowly. He didn’t miss the bitter hope in her tone. Her gaze finding his despite his best efforts to avoid it. For what, though? Someone to understand? For someone who was anything but “normal” to validate the hollowness of a vendetta not claimed? 

“It should have been me. But the universe thought Kakarot had a better stake to the claim than me.” He didn’t mention his own son cutting Frieza to pieces like he was nothing and, to add salt to the wound, did it as a Syper Saiyan as well. “But...yes. I suppose I do. Not so vehemently as after the fact, but I will still say he was mine to kill after all the shit he put me through. After all he took from me.”

Nabooru remained silent for a while, offering only a nod of agreement in answer, the crackle of the fire and the howl of a coyote in the distance the only sounds. Though the ache remained, they had both figured out how to manage. Perhaps not in the healthiest of ways but maybe they could help each other with that. The thought surprised her; did she really expect this sparring arrangement and conversing like this to be long term with no real indication that it would continue even the next day? Once more she had to contend with her potential want for his company, not just anyone’s. A confusing revelation, since the last decade or more of her life had been spent consciously avoiding creating such bonds and pretending she didn’t want them outside of the few Gerudo she had already established them with. 

"Hey."

The Saiyan returned his attention from a lizard scaling a nearby rock to the woman with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

Nabooru bit her lip, a smile tugging her lips. "Want to spar? The night is young."

He stared at her, confusion still present on his features. "What about your food? You need to eat or you won't have the energy to make it worth my time."

"What are you my mother or just scared?" She rose to her feet and smoothed out her pants, kicking sand onto the fire. "If you really want to play that game, you obviously need to get more sleep. I could see the bags under your eyes from a mile away." 

"Scared of what? You maybe landing a decent hit?" He scoffed and rose to his feet. He didn't care to be nagged about his extra erratic sleeping patterns of late, and the prospect of a spar sounded more enticing than delving into their bloody pasts and regrets for much longer. 

She stepped toward him and rested her hands on her hips. "So, are you going to fight me or what?"

He smirked, feet leaving the sand. "If you're so eager to get beaten,, then let's go. We're burning moonlight."