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spilledbeans116 · 7 months

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Just In Case

(Vegeta x Reader)

Vegeta x fem!reader -6,207 Words - SFW - No use of Y/N

Fan of Vegeta x Bulma? Find an alternate version here! (The first parts match up!)

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This fic is based on a headcanon I have involving the prince and his constant need to wear gloves. I'm putting this here as a side note, but the first chapter is a bit violent. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Nappa was smiling, as proud as a warrior-nanny could be given the circumstances. Vegeta had aced his first mission under Frieza’s rule without a single hitch, having wiped out an entire planet on his own in just a couple hours. They had hit three more after that, completing twice the work of an adult saiyan could have mustered up. And what, he was only 6? Never before had such latent power been shown in such a young saiyan; his power already rivaled Nappa’s own. On late night’s when the bar was full and Raditz and Vegeta were in bed, Nappa would sit and brag to the other soldiers of Frieza’s army how talented the kid was.

The bar was dim, the tables around having been emptied as all the patrons gathered around Nappa and listened to his tales. Among them were Ginyu, Burter, and Jeice, all three of whom were rolling their eyes at the display.

“You should have seen the way he shot through that thing! It was almost three times my size, maybe bigger!” Nappa hiccuped, taking a swig from his mug before slamming his fist on the bar’s counter-top. “It was incredible!”

From around the corner, a young saiyan who should have been in bed smirked. His smile quickly faltered however, as someone else spoke up.

“Psh, right,” Ginyu laughed, giving Nappa a shove. “Like a kid could take down one of those on his own. Even Guildo struggles with them!”

“No, Nappa’s being serious, I saw it myself!” Another soldier yelled, slamming his drink down on the bar. “The kid is a beast! A monster!”

Vegeta nodded, crossing his arms and leaning through the doorframe a bit to watch as the older men debated his feats.

At that Ginyu and Burter laughed, “please! He’s an ape!” Ginyu snorted. “You think that monkey could actually do that on his own? He’s weak, just like his old man. Maybe he got lucky, but nothing more than that.”

Vegeta clutched his cape and held it at his sides, his anger overtaking him as he fought not to run in there and sucker punch Ginyu in the face; he had already learned once that it wasn’t a good idea, and wouldn’t make an idiot of himself again. Ginyu didn’t believe he could do that? Didn’t think that Vegeta could fight his own battles or overtake a stronger opponent? Fine. He would prove he could; he would show everyone exactly what he could do. And he wouldn’t stop until they believed him.

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Months had passed, but for Vegeta, time moved strangely. It felt fleeting and yet too long at the worst of times. Then again, he was still only a child. He had already gotten stronger, not that anyone but Raditz or Nappa noticed and he didn’t give a damn what they thought. Each day and night was the same, he was degraded by the Ginyus to his face and behind his back. His family was gone, his home was gone, and his race was all but eradicated. He was the last remaining saiyan royal and ruled over two; he wasn’t the strongest on the ship nor was he even close to beating Frieza… yet. That day would come, he reassured himself. Until then he was destined to be miserable, to spend everyday fighting to be better only to get no recognition from anyone. That much responsibility and pain weighing down on a child surely wasn’t healthy, especially not when they were forcing themselves to do even more than everyone else.

Vegeta couldn’t keep track anymore of how many planets he had slaughtered. Their cries of mercy fell on deaf ears. At night, he had nightmares about the faces of those that had met their end in his hands. He wondered who they were, what lives they lived. He was doing to them what had happened to his own home. He tossed and turned each night, enough for Raditz to complain to Nappa that it was keeping him awake.

Soon he turned 7, still a child in the eyes of a saiyan. After each fight he felt dirtier and dirtier, and visited the showers once, twice, three times a day. The soldiers on the ship joked that the prince was a germaphobe. He was too royal for their peasant germs. He was killing without purpose, without a fight and the guilt was eating away at him slowly, crumbling his sanity with each life he took. He was 8 when it happened.

Nappa was heading to the bar before he stopped. Something in him, some primal, strange instinct, told him to go to the boys room. He rushed down the halls and to their room, where Raditz was snoring loudly with his arm draped across his face. Vegeta, however, was gone. He couldn’t ask anyone else if they had seen him, as he’d surely be punished for roaming parts of the ship he shouldn’t without Nappa present.

Vegeta had gotten back late from a mission and decided to go take a shower. His body was covered in blood, none of which was his own. He watched as the red water swirled down the shower drain and slowly became pink, scrubbing his body with a bar of soap as he grunted to himself. Arms, chest, legs, feet, tail, and finally his hands. He lathered the soap between them, watching the bubbles form up and over his hands before rinsing them off in the water. To his surprise, the water revealed the blood was still there.

“Damn shit must have stained them,” he huffed, turning off the water and drying himself with a towel. He quickly wrapped it around his waist and made his way to the sinks, grabbing his toothbrush and lining it with toothpaste. Until he saw his hands again. No longer tinted red, they were coated in blood. The fur on the end of his tail began to spike as he stared at it, quickly flipping them around to see if he had any open wounds. He ran the water and shoved his hands under it, scrubbing at the blood to get it off.

“What the hell!” He snapped, watching as nothing changed. He began to scratch at it, trying to peel it off to know avail. He hissed as he turned the water up, the heat becoming blistering hot as he started to claw at his own hands in a desperate attempt to get the blood off of himself.

“Why isn’t it coming off!” He yelled, starting to get louder and louder as he grew more desperate. He felt filthy as his consciousness weighed down on him, his sleep deprived body and nightmarish life finally getting the better of him. “Get it off me!”

Nappa knew he had to be in the showers, as it was the only place the kid ever went to when he wasn’t in the dining halls or his room. With how late it was, the dining halls would have closed ages ago. As he made his way down the corridors of the ship he could hear something. It was quiet at first, but slowly became louder and louder as he got closer to the men's showers. He could hear Vegeta, screaming out in pain. Nappa shot off and slammed through the door to the bathroom, following the sounds of the hysterical screaming until he found the prince by the sinks. Vegeta was sobbing, hands burnt red from the water.

“The hell has gotten into you!” Nappa yelled, ripping him away from the sink. He was going to scold the prince when he saw the claw marks all over his hands. Vegeta tried to shove him away, crying out for Nappa to let go of him but it all sounded like gibberish to the older saiyan.

“What are you doing!” Nappa yelled at him as Vegeta slammed a hand against his face, trying to make his way back to the sink. “You’re hurting yourself, what are you doing!”

“I CAN’T GET IT OFF!” Vegeta screamed between sobs. “MY HANDS! THEY’RE COVERED IN BLOOD I CAN’T GET IT OFF!”

“Vegeta there is no blood!” Nappa yelled, grabbing his wrists and holding him still. “But there’s going to be if you keep tearing at your skin!”

“DON’T TOY WITH ME NAPPA JUST GET IT OFF ME! PLEASE I CAN’T- I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS PLEASE JUST GET IT OFF!”

Nappa grabbed the prince and his clothes, clamping a hand over his mouth as he ran out of the bathroom and back towards his room. Vegeta dug his nails into the flesh of Nappa’s hand, sinking his fang’s into Nappa’s palm as the older saiyan grunted in pain. Vegeta was still trying to scream but Nappa’s hand remained firm, refusing to let anyone see the prince like this. The door to Nappa’s bedroom slammed shut as he locked it and tossed the prince on the bed, who immediately tried to book it back out the door. Before he could grab the doorknob, Nappa was in front of him, blocking his escape in the dark room. Vegeta beat his fists against Nappa’s chest, trying and failing to shove him out of the way. Nappa knelt down, taking Vegeta’s hands in his before sliding a pair of white gloves over them.

“Look! There’s no blood! Now please Vegeta quit it!” He turned the prince’s hands over slowly, showing that nothing had seeped through. “See? You’re fine!”

Vegeta glanced down, a sniveling mess as he turned his hands over on his own and studied the gloves. They were white, pristine, new, and soft. They cooled his burning hands and the silken fabric felt nice against the cuts he had created. “Th-there’s no more b-blood?”

“None, Vegeta. There isn’t any blood. Okay?”

Vegeta nodded as Nappa stood up slowly, making his way to his cabinet and pulling out gauze and ointment. He applied it to his palm first after cleaning it with a towel, Vegeta’s fangs having taken quite the chunk out of his skin. Then he bandaged it, sliding his gauntlets on over after so the prince wouldn’t see the reddish hue that would seep out soon enough. After tossing the towel, he made his way back over to Vegeta, who had calmed down remarkably and yet was still standing in the same spot Nappa had left him. He was staring at his hands, eyes lidded as sleep finally began to overpower him. Nappa grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him over to the bed, setting him down and getting the ointment ready. As he began to pull off Vegeta's gloves, the prince started screaming again, kicking Nappa away and tugging them back down.

“NO!” He cried out. “NO YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM OFF!”

“DAMN IT VEGETA I NEED TO MAKE SURE THOSE SCRATCHES DON’T GET INFECTED!”

“NO! I’M YOUR PRINCE, I DEMAND YOU WILL NOT TAKE THESE OFF! EVER!”

“Vegeta,” Nappa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep them on forever you’ll have to-”

“I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!”

“Vegeta I swear to-”

“THAT’S AN ORDER NOW DROP IT!” Nappa didn’t say anything after that, handing the prince his pajamas and turning away. Vegeta changed quickly, grunting when he was done. Nappa frowned at the sight of the prince wearing gloves with his pajamas, but chose not to push it further. They’d deal with it in the morning and go to see the doctor then as well.

“Do you want me to walk you back to your-”

Vegeta was quick to cut him off, voice trembling as he ran his hands together in his lap. “Can I stay here tonight?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he refused to meet Nappa’s eyes. Nappa looked down at the prince, an ache in his chest as he stared at the child that was forced to carry so much; but he was just that, a child. He shouldn’t have had to do any of this, not until he was much, much older. He should have been in the palace right now, spending each day training under his father to be the next king, not turned into a killing machine by a freak that regarded them as nothing.

“Of course, your highness. You can stay here for the night.” Nappa quickly went and changed into his sleep shorts, scooting Vegeta over enough so he could fit along with him on his bed. The prince held his arm tight, body trembling as Nappa laid awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together whatever the hell had just happened. Even after Vegeta had finally dozed off, Nappa remained awake, unsure with what to do with the prince.

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As time went on, Vegeta learned to live with it the best he could. The cuts he had caused on himself that night healed over, leaving small scars to forever remind him of his own shame and guilt. The blood he saw on his hands never truly went away after that but he learned to pretend he couldn’t see it. With time he was able to remove his gloves, but only for short periods before he’d quickly slip them back on. Just long enough to shower, trim his nails, or give the gloves a quick wash.

After everything that happened on Earth, after what he did to Nappa, it was as if he were a kid again. The gloves would not come off. Ever. He had killed the man who gave them to him, who had tried to shield him from himself. For what? A power move? Now the gloves themselves were another reminder of his sins, but he found himself unable to swap them with a new pair. Now he was living in some Earth woman’s home after embarrassing himself in front of Frieza and a low level saiyan piece of scum. He slaughtered the Ginyu force, which was a bit of a two edged sword for him. Kakarot was gone at who knows where and he was stuck here, failing to do anything substantial. He had truly lost all meaning to his life.

The gravity chamber the blue haired woman had helped build was where he spent most of his time. It gave him a break from dealing with everyone, including you. You were the most confusing out of everyone that was on this idiotic planet. He could never get a proper read on you. You were too… upbeat. He didn’t like to dwell on what he thought of you, and unfortunately found himself thinking of you during training at the worst of times.

He had put his hand up to guard his face at the last moment as the battle bot shot at him, successfully blocking it but not without slight damage to his glove. There, on his right hand, was a clean tear.

“Shit!” He yelled. “Damn it damn it damn it!” He blew the robot to bits before it could do anymore damage, throwing on his shirt and making his way back towards Bulma’s house. He felt sick as he glanced down at it, the deep red shade staring back at him through the slit.

He made his way in through the back door, speed walking through the living room and down the hallway to where his bedroom was located. He didn’t have spares, he had never needed a spare. He searched around for anything that could be used as a makeshift glove. He ripped apart shirts and tried to cover it to no avail, too stressed to tie the knots properly with one hand. He shoved the fabric under the glove, only to rip it further. “Shit!”

He didn’t know how to sew, he was a prince for the Gods’ sakes. He felt sick at the idea of what he was going to have to do but quickly realized there was no other option. He was going to have to ask for help.

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You were sitting at Bulma’s kitchen table, waiting for your friend to get back from her date with Yamcha so the two of you could go shopping. You were sipping a glass of apple juice, the only thing in her fridge at the moment in terms of drinks. The coffee maker was on the fritz ever since Vegeta tried to beat the shit out of it to get it working. Apparently the glowing blue button wasn’t obvious enough for saiyans. You paused mid sip, wondering if perhaps he was partially colorblind. Your thoughts trailed off as he was suddenly standing in front of you, arms crossed and glaring in your general direction.

“Juice? Seriously? What are you, five?” he frowned, opening the fridge and looking around for something.

“Good morning to you too, your highness,” you grunted, raising the cup to your lips. “I was going to have coffee but for some reason the machine is broken.”

He huffed in annoyance but said nothing else. You could tell he had just finished training as he was a dirty, sweaty mess. The singe marks across his suit only proved your point further. “There’s nothing in here,” he frowned, slamming the fridge door shut.

“Yeah, I heard someone has been staying over and eating everything,” you replied, taking out your phone and scrolling through it. “I have no idea who it could be though.”

Either he didn’t notice your sarcastic tone or he didn’t care. “Tell the other woman to go get more food then,” he snapped. “It’s not my problem.”

“You could go get it yourself.”

“With what money?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re a prince, aren’t you?”

He slammed a hand down flat on the table, leaning beside you to try and meet your eyes. “The hell do you mean by that?”

Without looking at him you opened your text messages, Bulma’s name quickly popping up. “What do you think?” He tried to glance over at your screen to see what you were going to text her before you shifted the phone away; it was like he was a child. “Do you mind?”

“Are you texting her? Tell her to get the vanilla protein powder as well, I won’t eat the chocolate one. It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah yeah sure,” you sighed, instead typing “his royal majesty is awake and grumpy. Please get here soon.” She replied by laughing at your message before sending a picture of her and Yamcha laughing in whatever breakfast restaurant they were in. For now, you were stuck with him.

“She’s with the beta-male, isn’t she?” He frowned. You nodded.

“They’re on a date I think? I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to tell.”

You were surprised to hear him chuckle at that. “True. However I’d say they’re made for eachother. They’re both annoying and a pain in my ass.”

“I’ll agree with that first part,” you giggled, setting your phone down and glancing over at him. You took another sip of your juice glass while he looked out the window. “Want me to make you a PBJ or something?”

“Sure. While you’re at it can you pour me some juice as well and put it in a sippy cup?” He grunted, turning to face you and making an effort to roll his eyes. You don’t know why you even bothered.

“Just trying to be polite.”

He seemed like he wanted to say something else before he looked down at his hand. He began to fidget with his gloves a bit, the white things worn to death. When Bulma had offered him new ones he refused, rather rudely you might add, so you chose not to mention them. When designing new training outfits with her for him, gloves were always discussed but never elaborated on. “When is the blue-haired woman coming back?”

You shrugged, “not sure.”

He sighed, and for a moment, he sounded relieved. You went to ask him what was up before he started talking.

“You’re a woman,” he grunted, pulling out a chair and sitting beside you. “You sew, right?”

Ever charming, this one. “Fuck you but yes, I sew.”

“I need you to fix my gloves,” he grumbled, continuing to mess with the one on his right hand.

“I can just make you new-”

“No,” he snapped, cutting you off quickly. “I need them repaired.”

“Fine,” you said curtly. “Just leave them by my door and-”

“No, you'll fix them now.”

You crossed your arms, “Vegeta I don’t just carry a sewing kit on me.”

He stared at you blankly before his eyes moved to your purse, which was resting on the back of your chair. “Then what the hell is that for?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled sharply as you chose to ignore his question. “Why should I help you in the first place? You’re not exactly-”

“Please.” The word was uttered so quietly, so pathetically, you were almost positive you had dreamed it. There was no way on Earth that Vegeta had said ‘please’ to you of all people. You skimmed over his face to find he was looking at the table. After a few moments and your lack of response, his eyes snapped up, his face flushing a bright red. “Stop staring at me like that! I’m not going to repeat myself damn it! It’s embarrassing enough!”

You blinked a few times, trying to hide the shock as you spoke, “come on, I have a kit in my room.” You placed your empty juice glass in the sink, beginning to walk towards the spare room Bulma had designated as your own.

The sound of his boots clicked across the wooden floor as he followed you. He was embarrassed to admit he found himself admiring your outfit. It was rare he ever saw you in anything besides casual or training clothes. Today, however, you seemed to be stepping it up. He felt his ears begin to heat up as he stared at your ass and hips before quickly looking at your hair. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“Like what?” You frowned, glancing back at him.

His eyes briefly shot to yours before he glanced away. “You’re… dressed nice.”

You almost tripped when he complimented you, “oh, uh, thanks.” You said, clearing your throat. “Me and Bulma are going out later.”

“Why not wear your training gear? What if something were to happen?”

“Then I fight in this,” you shrugged. “My clothes aren’t what makes me a fighter, Vegeta. Plus with you guys around I’d only get in the way.”

“Sure, but you’re already weak enough as is. Extra protection wouldn’t hurt.”

You didn’t know if he was trying to make sure you were safe or simply making fun of you. “With how burned your suit is from the training bots, I don’t think armor makes much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.”

He simply grunted, watching as you grabbed the handle to your room. You opened the door and made your way to your desk, pulling out a drawer and rummaging around for your sewing kit. Vegeta stood in the walkway, staring at the floor before you pulled the kit out and set it on top of your desk. You tilted your head at him as you sat in your office chair, motioning for him to take a seat on your bed.

“I’ll stand,” he frowned, stepping in apprehensively and making his way over to you. He had never been in your room before; he never had a reason to be in it. It was very… you. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It had your scent and although he’d never admit it, he liked it. It made a shiver run down his spine.

“No, you’ll sit,” you countered. “I sew better sitting, and I don’t want you looming over me while I do it.” You flicked on your small lamp and smiled at him softly.

He grumbled under his breath, something about how he doesn’t ‘loom’ over people, before sitting on your bed carefully. He was trying to sit as close to the edge as possible to be somewhat polite. It creaked a bit as he did so, one of your plushies tumbling over and onto the floor. He sneered at it before you picked it up and set it back in its place.

“Alright, let me see it.”

He shoved his hand in your direction and you stared at him as if he were an idiot. “Vegeta you’re really starting to piss me off, give me the glove.”

“You can fix it as it is,” he snapped. “I’m not taking it off.”

You crossed your arms again and leaned back in your chair. “Are you trying to fuck with me? Is this a prank or something?”

“Why the hell would I do that!” He yelled, clenching your quilt in his fists. He heard the snapping of threads and quickly relaxed his hand. Whether from the glove or the blanket he wasn’t sure, but neither seemed like good options to damage. “This is serious! Do you think I’d ask you for help for fun?”

You wheeled your chair closer to him, motioning for him to place his hand in yours. He held it out hesitantly, palm facing the ceiling as you took it carefully in your own. A shiver ran up his spine once as he watched you trace the tear with your finger tips before he quickly looked away.

“I should be able to stitch it up, but I’m worried I’ll poke you with the needle by accident.” Vegeta didn’t say anything after that, face slightly pale and body tense. You squeezed his hand softly, “I need you to tell me what the deal with the gloves is. I won’t judge, and I won’t tell anyone else.”

“Like I’d trust you,” he snapped back as he ripped his hand away. “This was a mistake.”

You shook your head, setting his hand back in his lap as you began to thread the needle. “You don’t have to tell me I guess, but it would make everything easier. Maybe I can go get a spare glove from some-“

He was quick to cut you off, growing more and more agitated the longer he stared at the open slit in the fabric. “I should've just done this myself. God forbid you be good for someth-”

“Vegeta, I am trying to help you!” You yelled, finally having had enough. The prince seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst as you slammed the needle on the desk. “The first thing you do in the morning is belittle me, complain, and act like you own the place! Well you don’t! You treat me like shit, my friends like shit, and I still wanted to help you! Don’t get mad at me for trying to do something you asked me to do! If you want to do it yourself, fine, take my fucking kit and leave.” When you saw the look he was giving you, you immediately felt bad. His eyes were wide with shock, mouth slightly agape. It was the first time you had seen him make an expression that was anything like this.

You went to start apologizing before he ripped the damn thing off and tossed it at you. It thumped against your cheek before landing in your lap. You grabbed it and waved it at his face haphazardly.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!”

“Just hurry and fix it!” He yelled back, crossing his arms and refusing to meet your eyes. His hand was shoved under his armpit as he tapped his foot rapidly against the wooden floor.

You quickly got to work, the prince growing more and more impatient as you fixed the tear. “Would you hurry up?”

“I’m trying! I want to make sure it’s done properly so I don’t have to redo it!”

He leaned forward slightly to watch you work. It was impressive how quick you were with it, precise as the needle wove in and out of the fabric with ease. He watched as you bit your lip and began to tap your foot just as he had. He watched as your hair slipped down from behind your ear before you quickly pushed it back into place. Your eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lap light, and his heart began to race. For a moment and a moment only, he finally relaxed. Then you were pulling the seam closed, tying the knot and smirking at your work.

“Here, it’s done now you can-” He snatched it from you in an instant, struggling to put it on. You rolled your eyes, “a thanks would be nice.” He slid it on quickly, finally breathing a sigh of relief as he stared at the now closed seam. He could barely tell there had been a hole at all. He opened and closed his hand slowly to watch the fabric shift and ensure your work was good. Then he fell back on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

You wheeled over to him again, watching as he shut his eyes tight and laid limp against your mattress. “Thank you,” was all he mustered up.

“You’re welcome.” You replied, surprised he had even said anything. Your tone was soft when you spoke again, and he hated how it made him feel. “You can lay here as long as you need to.”

Your phone went off in your pocket and you pulled it out quickly, finding a text from Bulma letting you know that she was home and going to take a quick shower. You stood up to leave before Vegeta sat up quickly, grabbing your wrist.

“Can you stay?” He asked quietly, the glove soft against your wrist. You nodded, and quickly sat back down in your chair. He made his way once again to the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows against his legs as he clasped his hands together. He looked down at them, hunched over as he thought of what to say.

“Ever since I was a kid,” he started, voice so low and deep it sent a shiver up your spine. “I have been a killing machine. It’s what I was made for and it’s all I’ve ever known.”

You got up slowly and he paused before you nodded for him to continue. You shut and locked your door before walking back over to him and sitting in your chair. He nodded in thanks before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I don’t have many memories of my father, and the ones that I do have are… complicated. Nappa raised me, if you could even call it that. Raditz was more of a nuisance than anything. Our goal was to survive, and one day I wanted to become powerful enough to beat Frieza. What a joke” He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back to the floor.

“At first, taking lives was easy for me. I was doing nothing more than what I was assigned; I started to do more, go beyond what was required of me. The only one to praise me was Nappa, and even then it was never to my face. I was ridiculed and mocked, but it only pushed me farther, to do better. It was never what I wanted, but more so what needed to be done.”

He didn’t know why the hell he was telling you this; he had never told anyone this. And yet now it was as if he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t shut his mouth long enough to think about what he was doing. “What was once hundreds went to thousands, then millions. I was eradicating races in the blink of an eye. Soon they weren’t just obstacles to me, but people with faces and lives I had ripped away from them. I had so much blood on my hands; I still have blood on my hands. So much blood that I will never, ever be able to get off.”

He opened and closed his hands once more, the sounds of the fabric shifting in his grip. “I’m not a good man. Hell, I've never claimed to be one. But now Frieza is gone and it feels like everything I’ve done, everything I worked towards for years, was for nothing. The things I see in my sleep, what I feel when I’m awake, what I’ve gone through was for nothing.” He stopped for a moment, voice and tone becoming so quiet and serious you couldn’t believe it was the same person who had spoken to you just minutes ago. “I haven’t been able to look at my hands the same way since I was a child.”

He finally looked up at you, eyes lidded as he smirked. You realized he was on the verge of tears. “Do you know how sad that is? A beast scared of his own damned hands. I’m a damn disgrace to my people.” He laughed after that, wiping his eyes and setting his hands back down. “Look at me, a prince crying in front of a damn lower life form.”

You reached out hesitantly, tapping his hand with your fingers apprehensively. When he didn’t pull away you continued, scooting closer to him and pulling his hand up to lay between you both.

You carefully ran your hand over his, sliding your fingers up and under the glove before pulling away slowly. You looked at him again, waiting for him to react or move away, to tell you to stop. Vegeta shut his eyes tight but didn’t pull away, his face pale as you set his glove carefully in your lap. To your surprise, his skin was soft, with yours perhaps being even rougher than his. Then again, you suppose that made sense if the saiyan never fought without them.

You traced your nails gently over his palm, studying the grooves in his skin and how neatly trimmed his nails were. “Well,” you started slowly, his breathing coming to a pause. “I don’t see any blood now.”

Vegeta opened his eyes slowly, looking at your face carefully as you studied his hand. You were so delicate with him it made his breath hitch in his throat.

“Sure, maybe there was a lot there in the past, but not anymore. You can’t change what happened, but you can acknowledge it and move on, try to do better this time around.”

When Vegeta looked at his own hand, he almost gasped in shock. It was his hand, as normal as any other. He looked back to you as you ran your thumb over top of his, gently moving your hand back and forth from his wrist to his knuckles.

“You haven’t done good things, Vegeta. But I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you need time and care to heal, and the first step towards that was acknowledging what we talked about today.” You paused, thinking carefully over your next choice of words before smiling softly. “I think there’s good in you. No, I know there is.”

He watched the way your hair tumbled down and around your face, and how gentle your stare seemed to be. You weren’t repulsed or disgusted, but caring and considerate. He felt a blush rise first to the tips of his ears and then his cheeks before he pulled his hand away and slid his glove back on. He stood up after that, walking briskly across the room without turning back. He unlocked the door and opened it, pausing to think for a moment. Then, he made his way down the hall, wondering what the hell had just come over him as his heart raced out of control.

A few days later he came home to find a second pair of gloves folded neatly on his bed along with a note, “just in case <3.” His face flushed as he went to crumple it up, but upon reading it just one more time, he found he couldn’t. He shoved it in the drawer of his bedside table, grumbling under his breath as he left to go train.

#vegeta #vegeta x reader #vegeta x fem!reader #dbz fanfic #dragon ball z fanfic #dbz #dragon ball z

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carnal-lnstinct · 1 year

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Could you do a fic with 💘 realizing love with Vegeta on Namek with the 'enemies to I took care of you while injured to lovers' prompt? And have it be Vegeta who takes care of the reader and SFW? Please?

Vegeta | lovestruck

Anonymous asked: Hey! This is the Vegeta and injured reader on Namek anon, I forgot to add that I want the reader to be a normal human like Bulma and not a fighter, sorry! Thank you again! content: ( namek au, injured!human reader, established enemies/frenemies, wound patching, flirting, developing feelings ) warning: ( implied head injury, mentions of blood, reference needle / medical shot, referenced canon typical violence, referenced character deaths )

I just want to start a flame in your heart. - "I Just Want To Be The One You Love"

Gohan and Krillin had gone back and forth with the saiyan prince on who went into the healing tank first, Goku or you. Between the two of you, Goku had the most damage following the encounter with Ginyu, but yours were nothing to take lightly. You were human and by no means one able to manipulate ki like Krillin and the others, no treatment at all could be a slow and painful healing process even with the advanced alien medical supplies at hand. But Vegeta argued that Goku being the most useful should be the one to go first lest Frieza finally decides to return to catch you all short-handed and raise hell for all of you.

As you were slumped against the wall trying to stay on your feet, you finally spoke up. "N-No." Weighing the options before you, if you all wanted the chance to return home alive, then there was some truth in Vegeta's words. The tank was going to take longer to heal anyone, so Goku should be the one to heal up faster, as much as he can. "We'll need Goku, please let him heal in the tank. It's fine." Krillin seemed to hesitate but agreed, defeated with the stakes at hand. Goku was set up in the tank and the others were fitted in the battle armor provided by Vegeta for better protection against what remained. Krillin mentioned the elder namekian who surfaced their hidden power and suggested that he may be able to heal you as well. Though you were too weak to be moved and there was no guarantee that was an ability he had. Even being out in the open like that was risky with Frieza about. Krillin set out alone to check while Gohan went to stand guard, leaving you alone with your regrettably accepted ally and a healing Goku.

You managed to salvage what medical supplies you could and tried to balm and bandage yourself. Easing yourself into the only chair you started work on patching your swollen ankle. It burned like something was broken and hoped it looked worse than it actually was. No thanks to the stray energy blast you couldn't escape fast enough from. When you leaned over to inspect it, it felt like your eyes had crossed and the room spun in the opposite direction prompting you to sit back up, gathering your face in your hands with a soft whimper. You're not built for taking this kind of damage, it was a miracle for you to still be conscious after such an impact. Waiting for the ringing in your ears to subside, you took a deep breath and changed course, starting with your arm when the pair of white boots appeared in front of you.

You look to acknowledge the Saiyan Prince, seeing his mouth move and the words muffled in your ears as your head started to tilt over. He catches your head in both his hands making you look directly at him. It was hard for your eyes to stay focused on him, but you catch the wrinkle in his brow grow. Vegeta grumbles a few annoyed words to himself, pushing your chair closer to the wall so he could prop your head against it. Carefully guiding your head, he checks both your ears for signs of bleeding and then your nose. Lucky for you there was none, but he picked up on your dazed state watching you try to mend yourself and found the display pitiable. Second, of course, to his fellow saiyan currently in the recovery tank behind him.

"You earthlings have no idea what you've wandered into." Vegeta muttered contemptuously. What an earth woman of your power level was doing on the battlefield was the least of his concerns, but it had to be pointed out how stupid that was. Not that you caught his initial comment about your injuries to consciously respond. You and your fellows couldn't have picked a better time to come to this planet, he could do away with all his trifles in one place as soon as he gets his wish on the dragon balls. But unfortunately, he would have to rely on you all in one way or another until then.

You drifted in and out as Vegeta took over your patch-up, sharply snapping his gloved fingers in your face or, more harshly, pressing on painful spots to keep you alert so he knows you're not dying on him. Were you able to retreat from him you would. Despite what help he has been so far, it didn't compare to the damage he and his ally caused back on Earth and you're sure here on Namek too. But such thoughts carried a petty weight and it wouldn't save any of you now. Even for someone like him to take the time to help keep you alive, you managed to hold onto your consciousness a little longer. Annoyed, but alive to have that luxury.

"Thank you." You murmured genuinely through your daze, Vegeta lifting his eyes from his working hands to meet your gaze for only a moment. He sneered in response as he continued to work.

"I wouldn't thank me just yet, you know. This could be a complete waste of my time if your friends don't show up soon." He hints with a callous tone, a hard demeanor to maintain with such careful hands, and the white tips of his gloves smeared with blood from cleaning your wounds. But he is his nature, expecting a modest response to your gratitude was asking for much and you both knew you didn't have the energy to remark in kind. Doing this would also spare him the headache of the others fussing over your dead body if he just lets you die.

"For someone who worked for this Frieza person, you're a lot better than the others."

"Oh really, and what's that supposed to mean?"

What did you mean? Given the circumstances, Vegeta was more palatable than the rest of Frieza's henchmen you've encountered, for sure. The lesser of two evils, and all that. But maybe "better" was not the word you intended. Considering you've only known of his actions on Earth compared to his unprompted decision to help you was a little jarring, he was not what you expected. Your thoughts were all over your mind about it and body filled with too much pain to care about it too much. You give a weak shrug. "I guess... I dunno..." You want to fall asleep so badly. A tight pull on your bandages makes you wince, The Saiyan Prince chuckling to himself.

The last one to patch was up your sleeve, a wound the fabric wouldn't allow him to get to simply pushing it back. Moving through his efforts, Vegeta reached for the zipper of your flight suit and started to pull it down without a thought. Only when the sight of your revealed cleavage meets his gaze that he realizes what he's done and quickly zips you back up. You reopen your eyes and turn your gaze toward him, even your delayed reaction caught the sight of his wide eyes and flushing cheeks before he turned away from you.

Oh. So even the high and mighty Prince of Saiyans wasn't immune to an immodest moment. Honestly, if he had perverted intentions you wouldn't have noticed any in your state but a reaction that big couldn't be anything less of an innocent mistake. Still, to fluster the ruthless Vegeta with just the sight of your breasts hugged in your bra? It put a smile on your face, a soft giggle from behind your lips as you turn away with a light shade of flush in your own cheeks.

"W-What's so funny? I am patching your wounds, is all!" Vegeta quickly refutes any uncouth intent your mind may have conjured about him. His cheeks still glowing, but his scowl was certainly more feral. "Don't go implying any indecent behaviors from me or I'll leave you to struggle on your own, woman!"

"...(Y/n)." You corrected after laughing a little longer.

"What?"

"My name is (Y/n). Vegeta." He only grumped in response. You slightly adjust your posture and reach to undo your own zipper, Vegeta cautiously averting his gaze as you pulled it down just above your cleavage. The smothered sound of bubbles coming from the recovery tank reminds you that you are not alone, reeling in the temptation to fluster the Prince again. You were careful to remove your arm from your suit, then sunk back into your relaxed position.

"Did... Frieza tell you to come and kill our friends so he can have the dragon balls?" Your thoughts filtered out of your mouth without realizing it. Too late to take it back.

To your surprise, your freed arm is lifted back into his hands and you get a concise answer, "No."

"Oh...Then w-why you want'em?" You dared to ask feeling the frail hold on consciousness starts to slip away again. The cold touch of cleaning solution against your skin stops and Vegeta abruptly snatches his hands back.

"What's it to you?" He challenged. "I get my wish for immortality and the likes of you and even Frieza won't matter anymore. We're not going to be allies forever."

"Hmm...But you saw my boobs.." Thinking out loud again.

"I-!" Vegeta's face reddened in a mix of embarrassment and his own hot temper. He growled, then huffed weighing out his options. If he kills you now he loses all hope of getting his wish before Frieza. Instead, he stands up with a clenched fist and starts to pace back and forth. Your eyes follow him as much as you could before you were drifting off again. Vegeta lets you this time, restoring peace to himself. He stops in front of Goku's healing tank who appeared to be resting as well.

I'm taking back my birthright, Vegeta reflected. His destiny, so close to becoming tangible in his hands.

With another huff, somewhat calmer, Vegeta turns back to you. He approaches and flicks your nose to wake you back up. You blink a few times, vision struggling to focus on the Saiyan Prince and his familiar frown.

"What a pest. Don't go dying before your bald friend and the kid return." He warned, swiping up a needled syringe from the salvaged supplies and a small vile for pain management he found in his pacing.

"It's okay, Vege'... I won' leave you... If you're afraid..." You answered wearily, cracking a small smile. "Goku'll...save us when he arrives here." Vegeta rolls his eyes and filled the syringe with the liquid, promptly sticking it in your arm to give you a dose for your pain. A brief discomfort that like his bedside manners managed to recall your lucidity. Your other hand gently squeezed his wrist after he removed the needle, eyes seeming to wander before rolling into the back of your head as the nagging pains already started to dim. You let out a content moan, fingers slipping away from him as he moved to cast away the needle. He's really not so bad.

"Hey, I-If you're really...on our side for now...don't get my friends killed."

The Prince scoffed in response. A look of worry rose in your visage. You tilted your head in his direction. "Please... don't kill my friends."

You begged him, mercy asked of him before and denied for the thrill of slaughter. What made this any different when his destiny was on the line—What is one human's plea compared to the Namekians he took care of without hesitation or all those before who dropped dead at his feet? Your eyes softened on him, even heavy from exhaustion there was a twinkle in them that didn't go unnoticed. Drawing his focus into your gaze. "Please.."

Vegeta was unresponsive, staring over you from the gentle quiver of your pouted lips back up to your eyes. An anxious sensation ran through his chest, emptied it of its wholeness, and filled it with a bump of his heart warming the cage around it. Your hand reached for him again and his eyes appeared to widen as he impulsively withdrew from your reach, sneered at himself for doing so, and sharply turned away to hide his face from your eyes. He can't say why he retreated like that but somehow felt ridiculous for his unusual jumpiness.

"Stupid woman. They'll live as long as I need them to. You can imagine what happens after that." You blink slowly watching his backside, then close your eyes as the healing tank machinery and its bubbles filled the silence. A content hum vibrates behind your returned smile.

"You can buy me dinner."

#*MH4U #vegeta x reader #vegeta imagine #dbz imagine #dbz fics #My writing

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uglydbzmerch · 10 months

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Bulma is one lucky woman!

#Vegeta #Dragon Ball Z #DBZ #ugly merch #bootleg #super battle collection

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saiyanmazen · 3 months

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Another three years

"You're going into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber again?" Bulma screeched across the breakfast table. Her eyes widened in anger and Vegeta could see the tiny creases at the outer corners of her eyes; he found them oddly adorable, although he'd learned not to mention them to her.

"Why do you care? It's not like you feel a fraction of the amount of time I spend there." He crossed his arms for good measure.

"First of all, don't act stupid. You know very well it's one fraction of 364," she said, reminding him why he should never use mathematical idioms around her. "Second of all, I find it very suspicious that you'd rather spend a year in there with Goku than a day with your beautiful wife."

She was right. Given the choice, he would definitely choose her. He wouldn't give up a whole year without training for her, but he was confident enough to trust that a day or three without training wouldn't make him fall behind.

But it was important for him to go into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, with or without the clown. He just couldn't tell her why.

"It's three years again," he simply replied instead of addressing her real concern. It wasn't that he was looking forward to spending so long away from her, but he knew he would regret it in the future if he didn't.

She looked hurt for a second before hiding it behind a furious scowl. "At this rate, you might as well divorce me and marry Goku since you prefer to spe-"

He was next to her in half a second, cradling her face and interrupting her with a slow, loving kiss. She resisted at first, unwilling to accept his silent apology, but after a few moments she relented.

When they parted to catch their breaths, he leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling deeply to memorize her scent. He would miss these quiet moments most of all during his absence.

"No talk of divorce," he said steadfastly, "I won't hear it. I'm going in there to train, but I'll always return to you. I'm doing this for you."

She nodded, reluctantly understanding. He knew she believed that he was talking about getting stronger to protect her and their family, but it wasn't his main reason. Truthfully, he was as strong as he could get from physical exercise alone. Different methods were needed.

The real reason he continued to go into the chamber was because of her specifically. Despite the many similarities of their races, Saiyans differed from humans in a large manner of ways. What he was the most concerned with was their differing lifespans.

A normal human lived to be 80-100 years, depending on health and sometimes sheer luck. But Saiyans' life expectancy was at the bare minimum 100 years old. From then on, his body might start to slowly deteriorate, but it could take decades. When death would grow nearer, a true Saiyan would choose to die honorably against an impossible foe instead of wasting away.

At 52 years old - almost a decade older than his wife after he'd spent a combined eight years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber since he'd learned of its existence - he still had many years left before he would begin to show signs of aging.

However, Bulma didn't have quite as long. She was, in spite of her best efforts, already showing signs of aging. He didn't mind it because she was still as beautiful to him as the day he married her; if not more. But he was scared of the short span of her life.

Maybe he'd get lucky and die before her demise, but he couldn't count on it.

He just knew with certainty that he did not want to live without his Bulma in this world.

#vegebul #bulma #vegeta #dragon ball z #vegebul fanfiction #dbz #dbs

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celestial-alignment · 2 months

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My Dragon Ball Masterlist

Lucky. Rated General Audiences. 100 words. Gohan reflects on how his life had turned out--for the better. Drabble inspired by this adorable art by the talented @dbzsenpai

The Talk. Rated Teen and Up Audiences. 4,250 words. Gohan is fourteen years old and needs an adult to talk to him about... girls.

Balance. Rated General Audiences. 1,647 words. Krillin doesn't understand why this Goku kid can't balance on a rock, or why he is fascinated with the moon.

Last Hope: Vegeta! Rated General Audiences. 3,523 words. It took a highly specific set of circumstances for this to happen. Vegeta had to babysit Goten.

Strong Enough. General Audiences. 2,740 words. A short fic focusing on Gohan dealing with his dad never coming home after the defeat of Cell.

That's My Purse, I Don't Know You! General Audiences. 1,790 words. Miss Janet is faced with a stranger trying to take Pan again, this time he claims to be her grandpa.

Rebound. Explicit. 8,458. After breaking up with Yamcha at the 23rd World Tournament, Bulma is reeling and looking for a revenge rebound. A grown-up Goku just so happens to be available. (Gobul)

#masterlist #Dragon Ball fanfic #my writing #dragon ball #dragonball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #son goku #son gohan #vegeta #miss janet #piccolo #krillin #ao3 #dragonball fanfic #bulma briefs #gobul

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 7 months

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Here is an updated list of competitors in need of fresh pieces of propaganda for their next round.

Remember, you can submit propaganda for any character still in the competition—these just happen to be the ones who only have 1 or 2 submissions currently, and I’d like to avoid reusing propaganda as much as I can (though I know I won’t be able to do this for everyone).

I’ll order them according to how soon propaganda is needed and bold the ones I feel are especially lacking currently.

Edit: I've crossed out characters who have since received propaganda. You can still send more for them if you'd like though. Full list and link to form are below the cut.

(Group 1 – currently competing)

Ayumu Kasuga (Azumanga Daioh)

Constanze Amalie von Braunschbank-Albrechtsberger (Little Witch Academia)

Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

(Group 2 – will be the week after above^)

Nico Niiyama (Kiznaiver)

Nagisa Furukawa (Clannad)

Nagisa Momoe (Madoka Magica: Rebellion)

Yellow (Pokémon Adventures)

Kuriko Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Himiko Yumeno (Danganronpa)

Yuuko Aioi (Nichijou)

Tsubomi Takane (Mob Psycho 100) (her current propaganda is really strong lol, but she just has the one piece)

Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)

Don Quixote (Limbus Company)

Miho Nosaka (Yugioh)

Ringo Andou (Puyo Puyo)

Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi)

Sorawo Kamikoshi (Otherside Picnic)

Satsuki Minazuki (Liar Satsuki Can See Death)

Anri Sonohara (Durarara!!)

Nico Yazawa (Love Live!)

Ahiru Arima/Duck (Princess Tutu)

Miriel (Fire Emblem Awakening) (also has strong current propaganda, just needs more of it)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Biscuit Krueger (Hunter x Hunter)

Maria Inomata (School Babysitters)

Mai Minakami (Nichijou)

Ai Mie (The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses)

Nausicaä (Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind)

Sumireko Usami (Touhou Project)

Shizuku Murasaki (Hunter x Hunter)

Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi)

Anisphia Wynn Palletia (The Magical Revolution Of The Reincarnated Princess and The Genius Young Lady)

(Group 3 – will be the week after above^)

Kaoru Seta (BanG Dream! Girls Band Party!)

Kanna Makino (Tamako Market)

Chouko Shizuhata (Oddman 11)

Hikari Kagura (Revue Starlight)

Nafra Ampsey (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Sana Futaba (Magia Record)

Valerie (Pokémon)

Akashi (The Tatami Galaxy)

Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid)

Sayaka Kanamori (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!)

Richeh (Witch Hat Atelier)

Saki Hanajima (Fruits Basket)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Ran-Mao (Black Butler)

Tsubame Mizusaki (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!)

Franziska von Karma (Ace Attorney) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Nico Robin (One Piece)

Penny (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet)

Sora Kajiwara (Sketchbook: Full Color’s)

Sucy Manbavaran (Little Witch Academia)

Kiyoko Shimizu (Haikyuu!!)

Mai Mishou/Cure Egret/Cure Windy (Futari wa Pretty Cure Splash Star)

Omoharu Nakanaka (Komi Can’t Communicate)

Yor Forger (Spy x Family)

Kirie Motoba (Himouto! Umaru-chan) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Miae Hwang (After School Lessons For Unripe Apples)

Lotte Jansson (Little Witch Academia)

Bulma (Dragon Ball) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Power (Chainsaw Man)

Tooru Taki (Natsume’s Book of Friends)

Suzuno Kamazuki/Crestia Bell (The Devil is a Part-Timer!)

Submit new propaganda below.

#autistic anime girls poll #poll propaganda #poll info #submissions #fyi

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yutaan · 1 year

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Holiday Sale 2022!

Hey there, my lovelies! Once again, the end of the year is racing toward us, which means we’re all hunting around for gifts for our loved ones (or to keep for ourselves - after all, you deserve gifts too, my lovelies). And what’s a wonderful present for your fandom-savvy giftee? That’s right, it’s ART!

Prints in my INPRNT shop have a 15% discount for the entire month of December with the code “KNCMY5J”. And below, we have a wide array of beautiful papercraft originals, pre-made, packaged, and ready to be shipped to YOU! Happy holidays, my lovelies!

(Please note that due to tumblr’s image resizing, the artworks are not necessarily displayed at an accurate size in comparison to each other.)

BUSTS (approx. 4″ tall)

Utena (Revolutionary Girl Utena) - $65 [SOLD]

Jasmine (Aladdin) - $50

Elsa (Frozen) - $55

Meg (Hercules) - $50

2B (Nier Automata) - $60 [SOLD]

Mitsuki (Full Moon O Sagashite) - $35 [SOLD]

Bulma (Dragon Ball Z) - $40 [SOLD]

Harrowhark (The Locked Tomb) - $65 [SOLD]

Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho) - $50 [SOLD]

Todoroki (My Hero Academia) - $50 [SOLD]

Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling (MDZS/The Untamed) - 6″ tall - $185 [SOLD]

Lan Wangji & Lan Xichen (MDZS/The Untamed) - 6″ tall - $160 [SOLD]

Yunmeng Shuangjie shadowbox (MDZS/The Untamed) - 6″ tall - $205 [SOLD]

FULLBODIES (approx. 6″ tall)

Kagome (Inuyasha) - $70

Howl (How’s Moving Castle) - $75 [SOLD]

Yuna (Final Fantasy 10) - $80 [SOLD]

Anthy (Revolutionary Girl Utena) - $80 [SOLD]

Sakura (Cardcaptor Sakura) - $75 [SOLD]

Konata (Lucky Star) - $25

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Yor (Spy x Family) - $75 [SOLD]

MINIS (approx. 3-3.5″ tall) - $25 each, three for $65, five for $100

Pikachu (Pokemon)

Kirby (Super Smash Bros.)

Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon) [SOLD]

Aang, Korra (Avatar) [ALL SOLD]

Anya (Spy x Family)

Chat Blanc (Miraculous Ladybug)

Jiang Cheng, Wen Qing (MDZS/The Untamed) [ALL SOLD]

Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge (SVSSS) [ALL SOLD]

MINI SETS - $50 each

Wangxian + hearts (MDZS/The Untamed) [ALL SOLD]

ChengQing + golden core (MDZS/The Untamed) [SOLD]

Ladynoir (Miraculous Ladybug)

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If you are interested in purchasing any papercraft artworks, please email me at [email protected] with the subject line “Holiday Sale.” In the body of the email, please include:

Which piece(s) you wish to purchase

Shipping address (please note that shipping outside the US may cost extra)

Preferred email address for Paypal invoice

If you have a tumblr username and would like to include it, you can also do that! But it’s not a requirement.

Pieces are first-come, first-served, so be quick! (Likewise, please note that I cannot reserve a piece for you indefinitely unless you are able to pay for it or place a down payment on it at the time you contact me. Thank you for your understanding!) This post will be updated throughout the month to show which pieces have been sold.

Happy gifting, lovelies!

#holiday sale #holiday sale 2022 #papercraft #papercutting #paper art #my art #long post

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Hiyo! Just wanted to say that I've been reading for a while and have hooked ever since! ❤ But I wanted to ask for a part 2 fic to the Raditz x Sanji! Reader? (Feel free to delete this if it's too vague)

-It had been several months since Raditz came into your life like a wrecking ball, but it’s also been several months since Raditz found the one he wanted to be his mate for life.

-You were a great cook and you always seemed to stuff him full, you were extremely powerful and did have a nasty temper, but you were also gentle and sweet to his nephew, Gohan, constantly cuddling him.

-Raditz and Goku reconnected, getting to know each other and enjoyed their time sparring with one another.

-Raditz was able to send a message to Nappa and Vegeta secretly, telling them about this world and that it was a world worth living in, full of food and was mostly peaceful and had tons of feisty women and strong people to spar against

-Raditz told everyone that these two would be coming soon, and originally they were going to assist with invading and enslaving everyone on the planet, taking everything for themselves, for Frieza’s army, but hearing this, they were curious about this planet.

-After a lucky freak accident, that may or may not have been planned by the other two Saiyan men, Frieza was killed and his army disbanded, letting those who had been forced into his army be free.

-When Raditz got word of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing this world was going to be safe, that you were going to be safe, as he was vying after you, bringing you large catches, showing that he was a provider, showing you that he was a good mate.

-Unfortuneately you didn’t see it like that, not being a Saiyan so you didn’t know customs, you just thought he was bringing you meat that he wanted you to make food into, which was technically true, since he always ate so much.

-Bulma, Goku, and everyone else was made aware of the other two Saiyans that were coming, one of them being the prince, and he told you all about the destruction of their home planet of the same name, by Freiza and how the survivors were forced to become soldiers for him, but now with his death, everyone was free and Raditz told you all that he invited the two other remaining Saiyans here to live.

-While not bothered with it, Goku did warn Raditz that these two would have to behave and not make any trouble, just like him, and if they did that, they would have homes, clothes, and food provided for them, thanks to Bulma and Capsule Corp.

-When Nappa and Vegeta arrived, they weren’t expecting such a warm welcome, Bulma greeting them alongside Goku and Raditz, telling them that she arranged living arrangements for them, in exchange for them not attacking or hurting anyone that wasn’t in sparring matches.

-It was a pretty fair trade and the two met Gohan, who was a little shy, but they saw his tail and that he was also a Saiyan, something Goku confirmed, that his son was half, which showed the two new arrivals that humans were compatible to have children with.

-You exited your restaurant that was near Capsule Corp, “Food’s ready!!” Gohan and Goku both cheered happily, running towards you before Raditz followed, “This female runs her own eatery and can easily feed Saiyans.”

-Nappa and Vegeta laughed, thinking he was joking, teasing them all after you seated them all, after you closed the restaurant for the day for them. You took that challenge and kept bringing out more and more food, only stopping once all five Saiyans all had full distended bellies, unable to eat another crumb.

-You smirked down at the prince, hands on your hips, “Don’t underestimate me again or I’ll stuff you again!” he couldn’t help but smirk up at you before knocking out, just like the others who were fast asleep.

-Your food was one of the few things that kept these three non-natives calm, as you would always feed them, and you were happy to do so, seeing your food being enjoyed.

-Raditz, despite being lower in rank compared to Nappa and especially Vegeta, let them know early on that you were his mate, even if you didn’t know it yet, and while annoyed at first, Vegeta found himself drawn in by the hot headed but creative Bulma, and Nappa found Lunch to be the perfect woman, she was delicate and gentle, but whenever she would sneeze she would turn angry and violent, easily getting his heart.

-However, just like with Raditz and sometimes Goku, they had to go out and hunt their own meat if they wanted large amounts which they had no issues doing, until it turned into a competition between the three, sometimes, four, of them on who could get the biggest creature.

-Raditz was scowling while stuffing his face, seeing Gohan on your lap as you cuddled him, a bright smile on your face, giving him all your attention, something Nappa teased him for and the two meatheads quickly got into a fight.

-Holding Gohan on your hip, despite wearing heels, you leapt up and delivered a guillotine kick to each of them, sending their heads down to the ground, “If you’re going to fight do it outside!”

-Vegeta couldn’t help but grin, leaning over to Bulma, “I can see why Raditz likes her.” Bulma agreed as the two got up, hanging their heads as you scolded them, despite being half their size.

-That evening, Raditz approached you to walk you home, the normal routine for the two of you, but you noticed he was a bit quieter today, more withdrawn.

-When you inquired, he glanced over, as he had been feeling conflicted since you disciplined him, seeing you yelling at him with a child on your hip, you looked so good like that, “I want to give you a child and make you my mate.”

-Despite being so confident in yourself, you immediately froze, holding your bright red cheeks, turning from him, “What- what are you talking about- dummy?!” you were so cute when you were shy, calling him names.

-Raditz swept you up into his arms, holding you princess style as your arms went across your chest, looking away from him, cheeks burning bright red as he took to the skies, flying with you in his arms, “I don’t know if I’m ready for children yet- maybe after a couple of dates we can discuss going to the next step.”

-He chuckled warmly down at you, enjoying seeing you so shy, but if you wanted to wait and go on some of these ‘dates’ he would oblige to keep you happy.

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It Happened Quiet (DBS Broly x Superpowered! Reader)

(I gave the reader powers because I can 😈; implied future romance, ‘I can fix him’ literature)

When she’d first discovered her way with words, Y/N had been afraid to speak. There wasn’t a way she could control it. It hurt the people she loved, and only brought bad luck. Her voice only brought her fear—so she lived in silence.

Never did the possibility of helping someone with her power occur to her. Never did she think it would save the people she loved so dearly.

***

“Y/N, you good?!”

I looked up at Bulma incredulously and shook my head, but nothing could really compare to being able to shout no, i’m not fucking okay. But I’d given up shouting, at least until it became the last resort after our Saiyans got defeated. So I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, hid behind Whis, and muscled through the horribly disorienting feeling that only comes from watching gods battle—after all, I was one of those gods’ backup plan.

I bit back a scream as a stray blast exploded next to us, flying to my feet in terror—I should be at home, cuddled up on the sofa with a couple of chocolate brownies, watching some dumb soap opera or prank show on tv! Not shitting myself surrounded by a sea of lava, feeling the literal world quaking around me, risking my fucking life just in case the weapon of mass destruction inside my throat might come in handy. They had no idea how lucky they were I physically couldn’t complain. Well, Whis aside.

Then—a scream.

“Aaaagh!”

My stomach flipped at the sound of Goku’s agonized cry and I looked out from behind the refuge of Whis to see what had happened. I almost yelped as a body flew directly past my face, and Goku’s body crashed into the rock. I looked to Vegeta on the ground next to Bulma, totally out of commission as well. My shoulders slumped. It was definitely about to be my turn. I signed, asking of Goku was okay, Bulma watched my hands, then turned to him.

“Goku, Y/N’s asking if you’re okay!”

He smiled weakly. “I’m…”

I rose my eyebrows.

“I’m gonna need a minute…”

Shit.

A gentle swoop in the air behind me made me whirl around in alarm, seeing Whis calmly evade the rabid Saiyan as he roared in frustration, throwing punches and kicks furiously. My stomach clenched into a fist. I was definitely going to die.

Focusing on what I could control, I turned to Bulma, signing again.

Tell Goku to Instant Transmission all of you, I instructed.

“What? Why?”

I’m going to talk the crazy one down, you guys need to be out of the way.

She paled visibly in the glow of the lava. “Don’t need to tell me twice. Help me with Vegeta.”

He let out a pained groan as we struggled with his weight, but ultimately managed to drag him over next to Goku.

“Goku,” Bulma said, nudging him.

“Ow.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, “Can you Instant Transmission us out of here?”

“Uh…yeah…”

I turned to check in on Whis and the Saiyan—Whis was barely even moving. With a relieved sigh, I nodded to Bulma.

Get out of here.

“We’re out! C’mon Goku.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, trying to lift his arm.

“Oh—do you—do—“

“I…I got it.”

“It really doesn’t look—“

His arm finally lifted and curled, and they disappeared. I stared at the empty ground for a moment, then braced myself at I turned around.

“Whis!”

The angel cooly turned his gaze to me, dodging the Saiyan’s attacks.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Bring him over here! I got this!”

Whis rose his eyebrows, considering him, then looking back to me.

“Do you?”

“Just get him over here!”

“If you insist…”

In a flash, Whis landed in front of me.

“He’s coming, shall I move—“

“Oh my god, he’s huge—“

“Y/N…”

“It’s good, I’m good, just stay close in case I need a quick escape.”

I stepped out from behind Whis, fixing my eyes on the crazed, bloodthirsty pair that shifted to meet mine. My heart jumped at the Saiyan’s devilish grin upon finding a new target, but I held my ground, swallowing. My voice would work, it always works, there was no reason to think otherwise. I looked to Whis, gesturing and jutting my head to tell him to get out of earshot. He nodded and hovered, flying away. The green-haired berserker snarled at the sight of Whis departing and flew after him until—

“Hey!”

His head immediately snapped towards me. I fixed my gaze on his and relaxed my shoulders. The thought of getting a giant, glowing, green-haired and completely nuts Saiyan to obey my words, let alone hear them seemed incredulous.

“Come here,” I commanded.

Just as I’d feared, he only stared in confusion, then shifted his attention to where Whis once was, but he’d disappeared. He growled as she searched the area, then fixed his eyes on me again. My stomach dropped. Oh, fuck.

He started to fly closer to me, clearly sizing me up. I wasn’t going to give him a good fight, but I doubt a berserk Saiyan has such epicurean tastes in who they pummel into the ground. I gulped, holding his chilling stare as he closed in.

“Stop,” I said weakly.

His ignored my voice, and my stomach flipped. Shit, I was too scared. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes, feeling the air grow static around me as he got closer. I opened my eyes, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Stop.”

He halted, and relief flooded my body. I let out a shaky breath, then smiled.

“Calm down,” I gently told him, “You don’t need to fight anymore.”

I watched with slight amazement as the tension in his shoulders released, and his hair slowly began to turn black again. The rage that clouded his eyes started to clear.

“Come here.”

He coasted over and landed in front of me. I swallowed, feeling my legs buckle as I was dwarfed by his towering, muscular figure. I glanced up, hoping to meet his eyes, but I only got an eyeful of his chest. I craned my neck to meet his eyes behind his dark hair. He was staring at me in bewilderment, and I’m sure I was doing the same.

“No more fighting,” I said, “The fight’s over.”

He frowned, muttering to me. “…Over?”

I nodded. “It’s done.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “But…”

“But?”

He looked away, posture sinking.

“What is it,” I asked.

“My…”

He frowned, then fell silent. I lifted my hand slowly so as not to startle him.

“May I?”

After considering my for a moment, he nodded.

I reached out and gently touched his arm. He tensed in surprise but relaxed soon after. I closed my eyes, seeing a blur of images—crashing and loud roars and unbearable thirst—until it finally zeroed in on a large silhouette. It was a man. He was hunched over, leaned against the mouth of a cave. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew he was frowning deeply.

“You were meant for more than this, Broly,” he said gruffly, “That bastard—King Vegeta—he did this to us. He’s reason why we suffer like this.”

His head turned to us. I swallowed, feeling uneasy. I didn’t like the feeling of being under his gaze.

“We will avenge ourselves, son.”

I heard thunder rumbling in the sky.

“I’ll make sure we get the justice we deserve.”

Lighting struck behind the man and my ears filled with agonized screams—I was blinded by pale white light, then blasts and battle cries, and in the midst, I could see the cold, dead body of a strange bearded man in a purple skirt. Wait—I’d seen him before, he was here, not just a moment ago…was he dead? My thoughts were violently interrupted as cold sweats covered my entire body as a shock of pain snaked up my entire arm and I pulled away from him, crying out despite myself. Gripping my wrist, I watched as my hand shook uncontrollably and turned to look back at Broly. He had crouched down in concern.

“You’re hurt,” he said softly.

I shook my head, trying to reassure him. “No, no, I—“

“I’m sorry…it’s my fault.”

He kneeled down, reaching for my hands and taking them in his. I froze, watching his large hands engulf mine. Despite their gentle hold I could feel the power coursing through them—power I just witnessed.

“I…know the shaking.”

I looked up at his face with more ease. His features were rough, but his countenance gave them a delicacy and care that was mystifying. He felt my stare and looked at me, but I timidly averted my gaze.

The tremors throughout my arm and hand went away as he carefully squeezed my hand a few times. It felt strangely warm between his palms; I wonder if he was using ki. I slowly took my hand back and he easily let go.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Ah, lovely, it seems you’ve tamed him.”

The pleasant lilt of Whis’s voice made my spine go erect with inexplicable embarrassment and quickly move away from Broly. I cleared my throat.

“Anyone left”, I asked.

“All that seems to be left is Lord Frieza…although he seems to be less interested in keeping up our little skirmish.”

I moved past Whis to fix my eyes on Freiza’s small form in the distance, my stomach twisting with disgust and fear. A pang of shame always followed when I remembered I still feared him, but I had to cut myself some slack—it was Freiza, after all.

“If Freiza’s all that’s left, this fight’s over.”

If anyone knows the extent of my abilities, it’s him. Despite the fact I could feel that he was staring at me from so far away, I turned around, looking at Whis.

“We should leave.”

“And what of…I’m sorry, I never got your name,” Whis remarked, turning his attention to the Saiyan.

“Broly,” he said.

I looked towards him again, but broke my gaze when I realized he was still watching me.

“Well, Broly…where do you have to go?”

“My father,” he said quietly.

Whis nodded. “Your father died on the battlefield, am I correct?”

Broly shrunk even more. “Yes. It was…my fault.”

“Your—“

I caught myself, going back to signing again. Broly eyed my hands in confusion.

Your fault?

“Y/N is asking why it’s your fault,” Whis said.

He looked at me soulfully, his dark eyes filled with guilt and fear.

“I lost control. I always do…I hurt him…”

He fixed his eyes on the ground and his hair hid his face. I swallowed at the familiarity.

“Well, then, what are we to do,” Whis muttered to himself.

A glowing light suddenly surrounded Broly that made me jump back in alarm—was he that upset? I yelped and grabbed onto Whis as he shot up from the ground and into the sky. I watched in bewilderment until my eyes settled on Shenron and his subsequent departure. A wish?

Not too long after, a small ship flew into the darkened skies after Broly into space. Whis and I shared a look and I awkwardly let him go.

“Seems like that problem is solved; shall we reunite with Goku and the others?”

I stared quietly with a soft ache of disappointment.

“Yeah.”

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