#prince vegeta x reader

[beneathstarryskies]

I just want your innocence (vegeta x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,105

Summary: After discovering Vegeta is a virgin, you decide to make a move.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, loss of virginity

@actuallysaiyan @carnal-lnstinct MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE VIRGIN!VEGETA PROPAGANDA HAS ARRIVED

The conversation arose one day when you were hanging out at Bulma’s house. Somewhere along the line, Krillin began talking about a horrible date he’d been on recently. Everyone had laughed about that, and swapped stories about their times in the dating world. It had been Bulma who mentioned the milestone of losing one’s virginity.

You remember your first time with semi-fondness. It had been a sweet teen fling, but of course it hadn’t been all that satisfying with all the fumbling hands and worried questions. An awkward silence hung in the air as everyone relived their first time in their minds. Bulma seemed to be the only exception, as she batted her eyelashes at Yamcha and bragged about how sweet he was to her. You’d faked a gagging motion, while Krillin teased Yamcha over his romantic nature. 

“How old were we then, Yamcha? 18? 19?” 

Yamcha scratched the back of his head nervously and chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bulma. I was definitely younger than that.” 

“How? You couldn’t even look at me when we first met!” Bulma chastised him, and Krillin laughs too before turning to fill you in on how hopeless Yamcha was with girls. 

It was then Vegeta made his untimely entrance, freshly showered after a long day of training in the gravity chamber. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and his mouth opened to ask Bulma about more clothes. Before a word could come from his mouth, Bulma is turning to him with such a mischievous smirk he seemed to be mortified in anticipation of what was to come next. 

“What about you, Vegeta?” she ask, “Who was the unlucky lady or guy who took your v-card?” 

“My-WHAT?” Vegeta’s brow twitched and you swear the vein in his forehead is becoming visible. 

“Your virginity, duh,” Yamcha added, never missing the chance to one-up Vegeta. Although you felt it was a cheap shot to do so when Vegeta was faced with earthly terms he obviously wouldn’t know. 

You hadn’t expected Vegeta’s reaction. All the color seemed to drain from his face, and his shoulders went slack as he tried to fumble for an answer. His angry facade returns quickly. 

“And who are you to ask something so intimate of the prince of all-”

“Virgin,” Krillin chortled. 

“Excuse me?” Vegeta’s voice booms through the living room. “A prince does not kiss and tell!” 

“Definite virgin,” Bulma agrees. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Vegeta! You’ll meet the right person when the time comes.” 

Still, she leans into Yamcha and giggles against his shoulder. Your brows furrow as everyone continues having a good laugh over Vegeta’s predicament. The prince himself is so stunned his jaw hangs open and his face is beet red. You gently kick Bulma under the table, raising your brows so she’ll cut it out. Her face is red, but she’s trying not to giggle anymore. You know she’s had something of a fixation on Vegeta since he moved here, and they’ve certainly butted heads. Still, treating him this way was wrong. 

“Vegeta, you don’t have to say anything,” you say finally. 

“Tch! I know that, woman!” 

He stomps off, mumbling something under his breath. You watch with a sinking feeling in your stomach. When you consider how Vegeta had spent most of his life under Frieza’s thumb, it’s really not all that surprising he hasn’t experienced intimacy. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but the rest of the group began to laugh among themselves as soon as he was gone. 

“Maybe if he cracked a smile every once in a while,” Yamcha chuckled. 

“He doesn’t even have to smile,” Bulma sighs. “If he’d just be a little nicer.”

Finally, you excuse yourself from the group. They all try to call for you, trying to get you to stay. You find Vegeta’s room and knock shyly on the door. At first, he doesn’t answer, but when you knock again he sighs softly and tells you to come in. 

He’s surprised to see you of all people opening his door shyly. He’s still wearing only a towel and in your presence, he straightens his previously defeated demeanor. You close the door behind you before flicking the lock and smile at him softly. 

“I’m sorry about them,” you say as you walk across the room. You sit down on the bed beside him. 

“Hmph.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” you sigh softly. “I understand if you’re angry with me-” 

“You didn’t do anything,” Vegeta sighs. 

“I know, but…It still wasn’t right for them to say those things.” 

You reach over to take his hand, trying to get up the nerve to say more. Vegeta scoffs and pulls his hand away from you. Your heart hurts, but you scoot a little closer. 

“Vegeta, can I ask…why?” 

“Ugh, ‘why’ what? Don’t be so vague, woman!” 

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You could try not yelling at me. Plus, y’know I have a name.” 

“Whatever,” he growls. “Just get to the point.” 

“Fine,” you huff. “Why are you still a virgin?” 

“Tch. That’s a stupid question,” he rolls his eyes. “I just never had time. There’s no time for silly romance when you’re taking over planets.” 

“So? You’ve been on earth for a while now.” 

He looks away, “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to fuck anyone who spreads their legs.” 

“Ah, so you are romantic! Is there someone you like?” 

His cheeks heat up and suddenly he can’t even look at you. Of course, you of all people would ask him that. He does find it sort of cute that you’re so oblivious. You scoot closer to him, your eyes trailing down his chiseled profile to settle on his lips. 

“You can tell me,” you say. “I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Is that so?” he chuckles. 

“Yeah! I promise. I’ll keep it a secret!” 

Vegeta doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to you quickly and presses a rough, slightly clumsy kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, the knowledge settling over you suddenly that you must be the one he likes. You giggle before leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers run through the tufts of dark hair spiking out from the nape of his neck. Vegeta shudders from the affection. It’s so unknown and foreign to him, but he can’t get enough. He leans forward, effectively pushing you back until you hit the bed, and then he’s hovering over you. Soft, wet lips eagerly find yours again. His hands cautiously rest on your waist, just below the curve of your tits. 

He growls softly when your tongue drags against his bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. His lips part and his tongue meets yours in a sensual caress. As soon as he feels that, his mind goes to incredibly lewd places about where else your soft, warm mouth would feel so good. His cock hardens almost instantly, and he presses his hips against yours. He relishes the sweet little moan you let roll through your throat when you feel his cock pressed against you. You both are flustered with your lips swollen from heated kisses and hearts pounding. 

“I could be your first. If you’d like…” you trail off shyly when you spot the smirk on Vegeta’s face. He kisses your lips quickly before moving along your jawline. 

“Naughty little thing,” he whispers. “You came here just to be the first to have the mighty prince between your legs.” 

You try to protest, but you know his words ring true. You wanted him, but you didn’t want it to seem like sympathy sex. You’d been interested in Vegeta for a while. Somehow knowing of his inexperience almost made him seem more approachable to you. Although if you’d known the truth of his feelings, you would’ve made a move much sooner. 

For all of his big talk, Vegeta begins to feel nervous as he sits up on the bed and begins to undress you. You help him when he fumbles, which to most would be comforting but only hurts his pride even more. He doesn’t even know how to properly undress a woman, how is he ever going to pleasure you like a prince should? He can’t help noticing how your excitement never wavers even when you have to take off your own bra. Instead, once you’re nude you seem to hunger even more for his touch. You pull him close again for another sloppy, excited kiss. Your hands are all over him, taking in every dip and curve of his muscular physique. He grunts when you near the base of his back where that small tuft of fur is all that remains of his tail. He shudders as your fingers run through the fur. 

“Don’t touch me there,” he growls. 

“Sorry,” you pull your hand away. “I didn’t know.” 

Vegeta scoffs quietly but returns to his previous mission of kissing every inch from your neck to your chest. You moan softly, making his heart feel like it’s going to pound right through his chest. He’s not sure he can take it slow any longer. He rips the towel from his waist and tosses it aside. You spread your thighs for him to slot between. 

“I’m going to do it now,” he says awkwardly. You stifle a giggle.

“Okay, uhm, do you need me to help?” 

“No! I know how to do it, woman!” 

You arch your brow at him, but maybe he does know. He does have access to a computer here, after all. You wouldn’t doubt if he’s watched some porn in the dead of night. He presses his cockhead to your slit and rubs it between your folds. Your arousal makes his cock feel slick. Every time he hits your clit, you’re more and more excited to feel him inside of you. You pretend not to notice him look down to make sure he has the right hole before pushing the tip into you. Just from that, his head is spinning. 

By the time the head pushes through the tight ring of your entrance, his balls feel so unbearably tight he wonders if he should stop. His head falls forward, just barely missing yours, and he pants heavily. His grip on you is so hard you’re sure to have bruises. He’s tense above you. 

“Are you okay, Vegeta?” you ask as you stroke his cheek. He can’t even answer. 

He just nods before pushing the rest of his cock into your warm, wet walls. He can’t believe how good it feels as you squeeze so snugly around him. His cock is already throbbing. He doesn’t know if he can stand to move an inch. Yet you’re lying there, so expectantly. Your fingers run through his hair, and your eyes are so heavy with lust as you look up at him. 

He thrusts once, twice, then stops. His heart is racing and his cheeks are burning. Your walls flutter so well around him, he feels like a blubbering fool. You reach down to grab his ass, gently nudging him to keep going. He growls as he thrusts two more times. On the fifth thrust, he cries out and his body curls into yours. He holds you close as he sloppily thrusts thick shots of cum into you. The pleasure of his orgasm is more intense than anything he’d ever felt before and more satisfying than any battle he’s ever fought. 

It’s only when he comes down from his high, that’s he absolutely mortified by what he’s done. He growls as he pulls out of you, and recedes completely. He covers up with a blanket, too embarrassed by the sight of his half-hard cock still leaking with the remnants of his arousal to keep it revealed for your eyes. After all of his bragging, and he didn’t even make you finish. He’s quite sure he didn’t even get you close. He feels like a joke. 

“Damnit, woman!” he growls. “Why didn’t you tell me…?” 

“Tell you what?” you giggle softly before crawling over to him, pressing tentative kisses on his shoulder. 

“That it would feel so good! A warning would’ve been nice.” 

You roll your eyes before pressing his hand to your pussy, still leaking with his seed, “Yeah, I could say the same.” 

He scoffs, but can’t completely pull his hand away. He finds himself pushing the cum back into you with his fingers almost by instinct. You kiss his shoulder again, then bravely kiss his lips. 

“The good news, is that we can do it again.”

Vegeta softens up. He certainly likes the sound of that.

[givemeonereason]

Legacy pt 2

Part one here

Rating: 18+ only!

A/n: @actuallysaiyan girllllll I got you! Thanks for the love. That was the first fanfic I’ve written in over 12 years :)

I hope I’m able to try and write more. If anyone wants it. Or maybe just for the hell of it.

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7:00 pm

The tower fan in the corner of the room oscillates against your bare skin sending a slightly shiver up your spine.

You’ve been kneeling there atop the satin sheets of the kingsize bed for ten minutes. Though it was quiet in the room aside for the low hum of the fan, your mind was loud with anticipation.

Should I obey his wishes and stay undressed?

Should I put on a racy set of lingerie that I know will make his blood rush with desire?

Either way he’s going to get his way.

A small giggle spread your lips into a smile thinking about his rigid, hot body against yours, his calloused fingertips digging into the soft, plush of your hips, his thick cock plunging so deep inside of you. A moan escaped your lips and you wiggled your hips.

I can’t wait until he gets home.

Your imagination snapped with a squeak of the doorknob, opening the bedroom door. It took a few steps before he towers overtop of your kneeling frame.

Instinctively you reach out to touch him. But before you’re anywhere close to reaching him he smacks you hand away. A small yelp left your pouted lips. You rub the soft skin of your hand to dull the sting of his swat. Despite his cruel reaction you’re still so desperate to run your fingers across his strong chest and feel the warmth across the his hard abs. You licked your lips looking him over and tried to reach out once more.

Your effort was in vain as he grasped tightly at your wrists. Looking down at you with narrowed eyes and disappointed.

“Ah-ah, what did I say last night?”

Your eyes quickly move from your bound wrists in front of you to his eyes, his eyebrow arched and a knowing smile.

He brought your hand down towards his belt having you undo the buckle, leather and zipper.

“Go on.” His voice was stern. But you knew the price you’d pay if you disobeyed.

Another small look at him before you freed him from his briefs. His cock so hard in your hand. You lean forward and taking the flat of your tongue against the tip. He lets his eyes close, a small groan reverberating through his chest. The tang of precum permeating your tastebuds sending goosebumps over your bare skin. His own aphrodisiac that sends you into spiral of lust.

You take him into your mouth slowly. You can only take so much of him at a time. Even though you knew his intentions, he let you take your time taking him in before he would fuck your throat.

Slowly adjusting, slowly more. The deeper you took him the more he growled. You almost had him all the way in before he thrusted forward to fill the gap. It didn’t surprise you, but you choked nonetheless.

“Mmmm, what a good girl.” He starts to set a slow rhythm of his hips. You are skilled with your mouth, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks. But what he loves the most is what you do with your hands. The way you caress his balls when he thrust against the back of your throat. The way your fingers dig into his muscled thighs. How you claw at his skin when your eyes flutter with both pain and pleasure. That makes him absolutely feral.

His thrusts become more rough and erratic. He’s gripping the hair at the crown at your head. He’s grunting and growling almost animalistic. “This mouth is perfect.” You can hear the rasp in his voice as he’s barely able to talk through clenched teeth. “Your mouth was made for my cock.”

He was so close, you saw his pulsing veins up his arms. You know how hard he is trying not to thrust at full strength as he would most likely hurt you in the process. You sucked harder thinking about him pounding hard into your wet heat. A trigger that sent him into his peak. His head thrown back and a loud moan escaping his throat as he emptied himself inside you. You continued through his orgasm, sucking him for all he’s got.

His hand dropping from your hair to your chin. “Did you finish it all?”

You nodded your head, looking up at him through eyelashes.

“Let me see.” His fingers are wrapped around your chin prying open your mouth. You stick your tongue out and he smiles down at you and wiping the stains of saliva down your chin and neck.

Your eyes close when he lightly grips at the soft spot of your throat. You moaned into his mouth as he leaned down into kiss you fervently.

You were lightly gasping for air when he broke the kiss, picked you up from the edge of the bed and laid you down against the pillows. His eyes are hungry looking at your naked form fully on display for him.

He stripped the rest of his clothing from him. Your eyes glazing over his body. Your cunt clenching around nothing with need.

He placed himself between your legs. Vegeta kissed you again, your hips bucking want him against you, inside you. He was so close, just not close enough. “Impatient woman.” He laughed, kissing down your neck and down your chest taking your pert nipple in his mouth. Again, you arch your back, bucking your hips. He bit down and you yelped. “You want your prince that bad, woman?” You hummed wiggling your hips. “By the end of night you are going to bear a Saiyan.”

Vegeta reached down pressing his fingers between your slick folds rubbing circles over your neglected bud. “Geta, I need you.”

He’s ignoring your pleas, dipping two fingers down into your entrance. “Vege….please, baby.” His fingers curling inside your tight walls.

He kisses you hard. “So tight.”

When Vegeta pulled his fingers from your heat you reached out grabbing onto his arms, pulling him towards you with force. This is nothing compared to his unmoving strength.

He held you down to line himself up against your entrance. He slowly rubbed himself against your folds for lubrication before he pushed the tip inside.

You are feverish now, nails digging into the muscles of his forearms until he bottoms out. He groans into your ear. “Tight…tight around this cock.” Pushing so deep inside you.

Vegeta thrust hard against you with brutal force. You began meeting his thrusts with all the energy you had left. “You’re going to…” Deep roll against your cervix. “…look so beautiful with my child inside you.” Roll again, again. “Beautiful.”

“Vegeta, cum. Cum inside me.” You moaned, rolling your head back against the soft pillow.

Faster, he pushed. Deeper, pushing at all your soft parts. Perspiration collecting around his brow. His lips on the pulse of your neck trying to muffle his grunting. His fingers laced with yours gripping the sheets.

“I’m close.” His voice barely above a whisper between his ragged breaths.

“Baby…” you back arching, reaching up pulling him against your chest. His cock twitching inside your clenching walls.

You shook almost violently, bitting down on his shoulder. He rolled down into your heat pushing you through your orgasm. You were almost limp when he ramped up to finish.

Overstimulated moans passing your lips when he grabbed onto your hips, the headrest slamming into the wall.

He shot his seed inside you. Emptying himself, leaving his half erect cock inside you in a mating press.

“This is only the beginning, my little human. When you catch your breath,” he kissed away the tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. “I will fuck you until I’m sure I’ll stick.”

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 16: Royalty(Planet Queen)

warnings/kinks: royalty kink, Vegeta in heat, Planet Vegeta AU, slight degradation, fellatio, female masturbation, mentions of virginity. pairings: Prince!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader word count: 1.4k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem. @the-eternal-sunflower

You never really believed yourself to be anyone special. You fought as hard as you could just like the other Saiyans. You did your best to stay in line and try not to stand out too much. But someone took a liking to you, and now this is how you end up being the prince’s sparring partner. It’s something that you never believed would happen.

At first, he was as arrogant as ever. You treated him with so much kindness and remembered to be on your best behavior. He would tease you to no end, making you feel ashamed of yourself. You knew he could be spoiled, but you never imagined it to be so bad. You just swallowed your pride and sparred with the prince. You knew that if he got bored of you, he’d never want to spar with you again.

One day, he doesn’t show up to train. You aren’t sure what to expect. Vegeta always trains, every single day. He makes sure to let you know too. He won’t miss a chance to brag or to gloat. But today, he isn’t here. Nor is he there tomorrow. And the next day, he is also absent. You begin to get a little more worried than you’d like to admit.

So you inquire about him, but nobody wants to say anything to you. Everyone is afraid to invoke the wrath of the prince, and you understand that better than most. But you want to make sure he isn’t truly hurt…or worse. You make your way to the palace one day, with the intent on taking care of him if he is ill or he is injured.

It’s one of the handmaidens that lets you into his room. He’s on the bed, a layer of sweat coating his body. He looks so rough, and you can tell he is angry that you’re here. You make your way over to the bed and you kneel before it. The handmaiden leaves you both alone, and you begin begging for forgiveness.

“Please, my prince,” you say as you take his hand in yours. “I only wanted to see if you were alright.”

He scoffs at your actions but his cock twitches in his pants, “You’re the one who got me into this situation in the first place.”

You gasp, “What do you mean, my prince?”

This makes him groan. You’re worried he may be too weak to even have company right now. But something feels different. He’s looking at you with hunger in his eyes. His tail comes over and you shudder as it strokes you softly. Then it intertwines with yours. You hear him purring softly, and this other hungry sound rumbles from him.

“Can’t you tell?” He asks, and he pulls you onto the bed with him. “You’ve caused me to go into heat.”

Your cheeks redden, “N-no. That’s impossible, my prince.”

He grunts, “Love it when you call me that,”

Your cheeks are so red now. You’re embarrassed by all of this. How could you, a nobody, cause the prince to go into heat? You wonder how you could help remedy this situation. If you really are the cause of all of this, you know you need to rectify this problem. It makes you worry a little, considering you haven’t done a whole lot with anyone else. You’re still pure.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to help your prince?”

You swallow hard, “Of course. I-I…just, uh don’t know what to do.”

“You’re still pure?” Vegeta spits out, his tone smug. You feel yourself wanting the bed to just swallow you up so you can disappear from the situation altogether.

You blink a few times, wondering if this is maybe all a dream. But no, it’s real. This is reality and not some dreamlike fantasy you’ve thought up to calm your feelings for the prince. You lean in closer to him, and he moans when your scent catches him off guard. You tell him how you are meant to be pure until your wedding day. He chuckles at your words, mocking how your values are outdated.

“Okay, but I’m the prince. And you caused this, so you better learn quickly.”

Your mouth gets dry, “Of course, my prince.”

He guides you to settle between his thighs. Vegeta’s mind is so clouded with lust that he can barely think of quips or insults to throw at you. Especially as he watches you settle so cutely between his thighs, and with your eyes so wide.

“Take off my pants,” he commands.

Your hands shake, but you do as he says. His cock slaps against his abdomen as it springs free from the confines of his pants. Your mouth waters as you watch it leaking, and you wonder what the clear precum might taste like.

“Don’t be shy. Take it into your hand,” his voice is a little too soothing. When you don’t react, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards his cock. “Do as your prince commands.”

Even his size was so impressive and intimidating, and you weren’t sure what else to do now that his cock is in your hand. He places his hand on top of yours, and he begins guiding you to stroke him. Vegeta lets out a sexual moan as you begin your own clumsy pace. It feels so good to have the person who caused his heat to pleasure him. But especially that you don’t really know what you’re doing, you’re so innocent and so pliable. It turns him on.

“You’re a good girl,” he mumbles through breathy moans.

To say you’re aroused would be an understatement. You don’t know if you’ve ever wanted anything more in your life. You were so lucky to have the prince as a sparring partner, but to have him as your lover, it would be something you never could have conceived in your mind ever. You’re so excited, but you want to do your best for him. He is your prince, after all.

“Why don’t you put it in your mouth? Suck on it, hm?” His tone is no longer teasing, but instead he sounds like he is pleading a little bit.

“Oh! O-okay!”

He loves your eagerness. He was going to gloat and brag and be a tease this whole time, but he is way too horny to think about making you feel bad about learning how to fuck. He’ll be the only Saiyan allowed to touch you. You’ll become his wife, and then you’ll rule over the planet together.

You lean in, kissing and licking the slit of the tip of his cock. Vegeta hisses, and you back up at the sound. You’re afraid you might have hurt him. But one glance into his lust filled eyes, and you know you’re doing the right thing. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock before you feel his hands pushing down on your head. It’s not long before you are taking the rest of him into your mouth.

Once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, you choke and sputter. You weren’t ready to take on something so thick into your mouth. But with some gentle coaxing from your prince, you find a rhythm that is suitable for you. You breathe through your nose and bob your head, and Vegeta is just enjoying watching you get more comfortable with your own sexuality.

“That’s it,” Vegeta grunts, “Pleasure your prince.”

You need to rub your thighs together for a little relief from all this sexual tension. You’re so aroused, you let your hand reach down between your thighs and you tease yourself through your spandex suit. Vegeta growls as he watches you slowly become his cockhungry slut. This is the greatest thing he could imagine happening to him. And the more you continue to suck on his cock and finger your little pussy, the closer he gets to the edge.

“Such a good little mouth. Bet your little pussy feels good too,”

You can only moan in response, which causes his cock to twitch in your mouth. Then you continue to suck him off, and you are sloppy about it too. All of this proves to be too much for Vegeta, who falls over the edge. He pulls you off his cock and strokes himself to completion. Ropes of hot cum hit your face and mouth, and soon you are covered in his seed. It’s a sight quite to behold.

“Good girl,” Vegeta says after he has caught his breath. “Now, let me breed you.”

[akaridream]

all the right buttons (college AU Goku & Vegeta x reader)

have y'all seen the figure from FuzzFeet Studios featuring our favorite boys gaming on the couch in the sluttiest little shorts? lemme say, i was feeling thirsty after I saw it for the first time. thus, this fic was born.

vegeta and goku both will get a part 2, choose your own adventure style (coming very soon!)

As you padded down the hall of Bulma’s apartment building, muffled male voices arguing rang through the walls. Your favorite chemistry study buddy had warned that her two roommates would be home while you did homework together, but you hoped the voices were from a neighboring unit. Your hopes were dashed when you stood in front of Bulma’s door and knocked, the voices now quite clear in the hallway.

“Hey! Pipe down you two! My friend is here and we need to get some work done!” Bulma’s voice interrupted. The door swung open with a whoosh, revealing the blue-haired bombshell. She rolled her eyes and shuffled you inside.

“Sorry about the boys, Goku found his old game system and they’ve been at it for a while,” she explained as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your backpack by the kitchenette table. “I was hoping they’d be wrapping it up by now but-”

“Oh don’t worry about it!” you said with a dismissive wave. “I grew up with two brothers, so they won’t bother me!"

Beyond the kitchen sat the infamous roommates, backs turned on the couch, facing a comically small CRT television in front of Bulma’s fancy flat screen. The tiny TV sat precariously on a mini fridge, and on the floor was the little gray console, one which you hadn’t seen in at least a decade. The chiptune soundtrack was nostalgic and familiar.

“Is that Tenkaichi Tournament 5?” you asked.

“Yeah!” came the chipper voice from the guy on the left, though his focus remained on the game. His black hair splayed in all directions and his blue tank barely covered his built shoulders.

Oh shit. These boys are fit, you thought.

The guy in blue’s arms were bulky and strong, intimidatingly so. And the blond guy was just as fine with a cut-up yellow racerback showing off the hard work he had put into his lats. With their backs turned, you shamelessly admired what you could see of them, salivating at the sight of their carved muscles.

Bulma elbowed you and lifted a brow, tilting her head in the direction of the guys. Your eyes grew large and you fanned your face, mouthing “Oh my god” to her. She grinned and nodded.

“This is my friend from chemistry I was telling you about!” Bulma yelled over the TV, hands on her hips.

The guy in blue paused their game and turned around, draping his arm over the back of the worn couch.

“Hi!” he said in a sweet voice, eyes bright and friendly behind a pair of black frames.

The blond gave him a dirty look for pausing the game. “Hello,” he offered over his shoulder.

“I’m Goku! Nice to meet you!” he said with a wave. “This is Vegeta. Sorry, he’s a little sour because he’s lost three rounds in a row!”

The blond scoffed. “I am not sour! You just keep spamming your super move and it’s fucking annoying!”

“Have you tried countering him with a block?” you asked. That got the blond’s full attention and he turned around to you with an incredulous expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

With a look at both of their faces, you weren’t sure who was more handsome. Goku had boyish good looks and a natural charm, complimented by his endearingly wild hair. Vegeta resembled a model with smoldering eyes and immaculately styled hair sweeping upward. It was like comparing a golden retriever and a wolf: both were beautiful in their own ways. Had you known her roommates were perfect 10s, you would have opted for an outfit more put-together than your cotton booty shorts and oversized tee…

You swallowed, suddenly nervous under the gaze of two gorgeous men. “Um, if you hold down or back when he tries to hit you with a super move, you’ll block half the damage. But you have to get the timing just right,” you explained.

Vegeta pouted his lips and turned to Goku. “You didn’t tell me that, Kakarot!”

Goku laughed and shrugged. “I thought you knew how to block!”

“So you’ve been winning because you haven’t told me all the rules! New match, come on!” Vegeta shouted.

“It’s not really a rule,” Goku murmured with a glance to you and a smile. You smirked back as he turned towards their game once again.

“Try to keep it at a reasonable level guys, please. We have an exam next week and I am not letting my A slip to an A-minus because of this stupid game!” Bulma warned and led you to the round table in the kitchen. You extracted your laptop and a notebook from your backpack and opened up to your most recent homework.

From your seat in the kitchen, you could see directly between the pair of gentlemen, straight to the tiny TV. You couldn’t help but watch as Vegeta’s character desperately tried to master the block timing, barely eeking out a victory.

“HA!” Vegeta celebrated. “In your face! See, all I needed was to actually know all there is to the game to beat you!”

“Oh whatever Vegeta! Bet you can’t do it twice in a row!”

Bulma tapped a manicured finger on your laptop. “Um helloooo? Are you with me?” she asked.

You blushed and turned in your chair towards her. “Yes, I’m sorry! My brothers and I used to play that game together all the time, it’s been a while since I last saw it.”

She smiled at you knowingly. “Or are you just enjoying the eye candy?”

You sucked on your lips and shrugged. “Well… I’m not not enjoying it.”

The two of you snickered quietly at the table.

“I’ve heard that ladies find them attractive, but I’ve known them both since we were little kids. I just can’t see them that way, you know?” she said.

You nodded and glanced over at them, making sure they weren’t listening in. “So you’ve never dated either of them?”

“Goku, never. There was a very brief time in middle school where Vegeta and I went out but it just got weird and… Ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it. But that was ages ago. And both of them are single now,” she offered, brow raised.

You tapped your pencil to your lips. “Hm. Good to know…”

Despite the looming chemistry exam, between the noisy video game and the attractive boys playing it, your focus was gone. As the evening glow began to darken, every few minutes you glanced over between the muscular shoulders on display to see who was in the lead. They were quite evenly matched, trading wins without any notable streaks for either.

After having to steal your attention back several times, Bulma snapped her laptop shut and shook her head.

“We aren’t getting anything done tonight, are we?” she asked.

You turned fully towards her. “Geez, I’m sorry Bulma. I know you wanted to have this assignment finished up but-”

She chuckled and waved her hand. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Like I said, we both have solid A’s and the exam isn’t ‘til next week. We’ve got plenty of time. Go see if they’ll let you play a round!”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked, glancing over the back of the couch once more.

“No, we’ll finish up later. Go have some fun!” she insisted.

You grinned and stuffed your belongings back into your backpack and set it by the front door. “Thanks!”

Just as you approached the living area, Goku rose from the couch and stretched, his skimpy tank top rising to show his midriff. It was just as toned and hard as his arms. The tiny gray shorts he wore left little to the imagination, in both the bulk of his thighs and the size of his package. Oh Christ, you though. The room suddenly felt intensely hot.

“Done already?” you asked, trying not to drool.

Goku smiled. “Nah, I’m just taking a quick water break. You want anything?” he asked.

“Not to drink, but I wouldn’t mind going a round or two at Tenkaichi,” you said.

“Sure!” Goku said. He walked around the couch and handed you the controller on the way to the kitchen. “Kick his ass!”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked at you over his shoulder. “Hm. Bring it on.”

As you walked around and plopped on the couch next to Vegeta, you got a better look at him. Significantly smaller in stature than Goku but just as built, he sat at the edge of the cushion with his elbows on his knees. You chuckled internally, recognizing it as the ‘serious’ pose your oldest brother took when playing video games. His gym shorts fit too small, his muscular legs pulling the fabric tight in places. The cut-off tank he wore displayed his fine musculature in a way that made your heart stutter.

Fuck’s sake, he is unbelievably hot, you thought.

Finally tearing your hungry gaze away, you selected the only female character in the game, earning a sideways smirk from your opponent.

“No way you’ll win with her,” he boasted as the game loaded.

“We’ll see,” you contested.

You took a few moments to refamiliarize yourself with the controls, but held your own against Vegeta. He had quickly mastered the block, but the timing came back to you like an old friend. The match was close the entire time until Vegeta managed to pull off a super move while you were in the air, catching you off guard. He smiled.

“A valiant effort,” he offered. “Best two out of three?”

“Of course!”

You fought again, but this time, you managed to recall a hidden combo you had memorized way back in the day. It took your opponent by complete surprise, depleting his health significantly before you moved in to finish the job for an easy win.

“What the hell was that?” he barked.

You grew shy and shrunk into the couch. “Just some muscle memory coming back to me. I’m guessing Goku didn’t tell you about hidden moves either, then?”

Vegeta turned towards you wearing a curious expression.

“Of course he didn’t. There are hidden moves?”

You pulled out your phone and furiously typed away. “Yeah! Each character has a combo that isn’t listed in the actual game anywhere, but they’re the strongest moves there are. My brothers and I used to play this all the time back in the day, but I only know Chacha’s combo. I’m looking up the combo for Prince Monkey so you can try it.”

He eyed you up and down as you searched, admiring the fact that you needed no makeup to look cute. Your features were soft and feminine, your smile lighting up your entire face. His cheeks grew warm when you scooted closer to him on the couch, showing him your phone.

“Here’s the button input. Give it a try!” you encouraged, leaning forward into your own ‘serious’ gaming pose, knee touching his.

He did as you suggested, but struggled with the combo at first. You eased back in the fight, allowing him time to figure it out before he finally blasted you away, winning the match by a hair.

“Nice! You did it!” you praised.

“It’ll be interesting to use that move against Kakarot,” he mused with a smirk.

“Kakarot? I thought his name was Goku,” you said.

“Kakarot is my first name, but I always go by my middle name,” Goku explained as he returned. “He just calls me that because he’s an ass.”

Goku held a dripping bottle of water against the back of Vegeta’s neck, making him recoil and snatch the bottle away.

“So who won?” Goku asked, taking a seat on your left and sandwiching you between two chiseled thighs.

“That would be Prince Monkey,” you admitted. “I took one round though.”

“You held your own well against me,” Vegeta said, giving a tiny hint of a smile. “It was an admirable effort.”

You nodded in appreciation and handed the controller back to Goku, but he waved you off and took a swig of water from his bottle.

“Keep playing as long as you want!” he said.

And so you did, managing to beat Vegeta in the next round thanks to your mastery over the hidden combo. Goku was flabbergasted when he saw the wildly powerful moves for the first time.

“Whoa! What the heck are those?”

"Hidden combos. You’ll have to figure it out on your own, Kakarot!” Vegeta sneered, his knee bumping into yours, then his elbow.

“Hey!” you chuckled, elbowing him back. “Quit trying to throw me off!”

“What are you talking about?” Vegeta rebutted. “I’m not doing anything!” He leaned against you and jostled your arm with his elbow.

“No fair!” you cried. You still managed to win the match, making Vegeta huff in annoyance.

Goku laughed. “Damn, she’s good!”

You shoved Vegeta playfully as he leaned for his bottle of water on the floor. You caught a glint of flirty eye contact as he did, making you want to kick your feet.

“That’s two to two,” Vegeta said. “One more to break the tie?”

“Absolutely. But I do want to change characters,” you said, inputting a code on the character select screen.

“King Monkey?” Goku asked after a new selection appeared.

“Wait, there’s another character?” Vegeta squawked. You nodded proudly.

“Yep. I know all the secrets to this game! Let’s see who will come out on top now!”

King Monkey, a larger and stronger version of his son, quickly dominated with a combo that devastated Vegeta. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to damage you, letting you come out on top without much trouble. Vegeta tossed his head and leaned back on the couch with an irritated grumble.

“Oh man!” Goku said. “That was really one-sided!”

You shrugged and laughed. “Well, King Monkey is a boss character so he’s not exactly fair. But I had to get him back for fighting dirty!”

“Tch, whatever,” Vegeta pouted, handing his controller off to Goku. “I have to get going anyway.”

You frowned and watched him get off the couch and head towards his bedroom down the hall. “Aw, bummer. Where you off to?”

“Astronomy lab,” he said over his shoulder.

Bulma called from the kitchen. “Oh, that’s finally happening?”

“Yes, finally,” Vegeta yelled down the hall, then reappeared with his backpack. “First clear evening in weeks. Cloud cover has been a pain in the ass all semester.”

“Sounds super interesting,” you said. “Well, it was really nice meeting you Vegeta!”

He gave a small smile and wave as he headed out the door. “Yeah. Been fun. See you around.”

“See ya, Jeeta!” Goku called from the couch.

As the door shut behind him, you blushed at the sweet, barely-there smile that had formed on his lips as he said goodbye. Intrigued by his stony, competitive personality, you wondered how Bulma would feel about you asking for his number…

“So he’s an astronomy major?” you asked. Bulma padded over and sat on the arm of the couch.

“Astrophysics, actually,” she explained.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Whoa. Didn’t take him for such an academic.”

Bulma snorted. “I know, right? Seems like more of a meathead like Goku.”

Expecting a retort for the insult, you turned towards him, but Goku was unperturbed.

“You gonna let her call you a meathead?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Well, I’m a kinesiology major, so I kind of am!”

You nodded. “Ah, I see. So you wanna be a physical therapist then?”

“I could do that,” he said, leaned his head from side to side. “But I also think running my own gym would be fun. Haven’t decided yet though.”

Quintessential himbo, you thought to yourself, smiling. Bulma’s roommates sure were interesting, to say the least. “Well, you certainly have the physique for it!”

“Thanks!” Goku said with pride. “Vegeta and I lift together all the time. Even though he’s really hard-working on his studies, he works just as hard in the gym. You should see all the other astro nerds, they’re like half his size! Well, in the muscle department at least.” Bulma laughed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of the pint-sized yet built Vegeta sitting in class with a bunch of pale, scrawny bookworms he could tear in half.

“So are you a chem major like Bulma?” Goku asked.

“Oh gosh, I could never do chemical engineering like her!” you said. “I’m just a regular chemistry major. She’s way smarter than me, plus I don’t really like math all that much.”

“Ugh, me neither!” Goku said, selecting Master Turtle as his character to fight you. “I barely scraped by the general math class, and that was all thanks to Bulma and Vegeta! I’d be stuck in there forever if it wasn’t for them!”

You fought round after round, not even noticing when Bulma slipped away to her bedroom. Conversation flowed easily with the amicable Goku. He had a way of making you feel comfortable even in the silence. He asked about your brothers, told you that he had an older brother but Vegeta was more like a brother to him. As you got to know each other, the twilight faded into darkness, the only light in the living room coming from the tiny TV.

“I need a break, my thumbs are killing me,” you said, rolling your wrists.

“Can I try out that hidden character you had earlier?” Goku asked.

You took his controller and punched in the secret code for him. As you handed it back, your fingers brushed his for an instant. You made brief eye contact, his handsome features illuminated by the TV. He couldn't help but smile at the dusting of blush that bloomed across your cheeks. Your long lashes framed your pretty eyes perfectly, he thought, and your bright smile made his stomach feel lighter than air. Neither of you had noticed that you had migrated towards the center of the couch, only separated by an inch between your thighs.

You watched Goku figure out the new character, following his expressive brown eyes dancing across the screen. You hoped he couldn’t tell how hard you were staring at him from the corner of your eye. He was too damn handsome to take your eyes off of for long. And his pecs looked like they’d make a perfect pillow…

As Goku fought against the computer-controlled Prince Monkey, a twinge of conflict made you bite your lip.

Shit, you thought. I have no idea which of these guys I like better! Surely you couldn’t ask Bulma for both of their numbers, that would just be greedy. But you had to get one of them. No way could you pass up the opportunity. They were far too fine.

As if she could sense your dilemma, Bulma emerged from her bedroom and came back into the living area.

“I cannot believe how long you have been playing that damn game, Goku,” she laughed.

He grinned. “I’m just glad my old TV still works! Wish we could hook it up to the big screen though.”

As he continued to play, you stood from the couch and motioned for Bulma to join you in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I have a question,” you whispered, looking over your shoulder to make sure Goku was distracted by the game.

Bulma got the hint and lowered her voice. “Sure.”

“How would you feel…” you hesitated. “If I wanted one of your roommate’s numbers?”

She grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I freaking knew it. Which one though?”

You crossed your arms. “That’s the problem. I can’t decide!”

Bulma put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Are you for real?”

You nodded and smooshed your cheeks in your hands. “They’re both so hot!”

Bulma thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Ooh! I have an idea! Let me ask them how they felt about you, try to get a feel for which of them vibed with you the best.”

“Oh gosh, are you sure?” you asked. “Don’t make it too obvious though.”

Bulma smirked. “Please. I know the art of subtlety, my dear. I’ve got you covered.”

You bounced with glee. “You’re the best!”

“I know!” Bulma said with a shrug and proud smile.

After your nightly shower and bedtime routine, you climbed into bed to see your phone lit up with a new message.

BULMA: soooo i talked to the boys about you

YOU: ahhh

YOU: i’m gonna puke

BULMA: one of them actually asked about you before i got the chance to ;)

YOU: omg fr shut up

BULMA: wanna guess which one???

Part 2: Goku

Part 2: Vegeta coming soon!

dbz masterlist

tags: @artof-aristocracy

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Commisshed this beautiful piece by @alineartizz for my Vegeta x Reader slave fic 'Awakenings'. TOTALLY captures Vegeta's energy in chapt. 1, when first laying eyes on the Reader, looking annoyed, embarrassed, and a bit shy. Also, buff and thick as oatmeal <33333 I'm in love!

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Fluffy Headcanons | Vegeta Edition

-Vegeta isn’t exactly the “fluffiest” guy but he tries his best in his own little ways.

-initially, when you first met, you thought that he hated you but he just struggled to express his emotions properly. spending more time with you helped him understand human emotions a little bit better and garner more of an understanding of human social cues.

-it took him a while to warm up to the idea of physical affection - hugs, cuddles and kisses - but he really loves how warm it makes him feel inside.

-he’s VERY protective of you. Any time you’re out in public you can surely find his arm around you or his hand in yours. He loves showing everyone he’s your partner, it fuels his pride even more.

-when he over exerts himself from training he loves collapsing into your arms. Any time he finds himself hurt or injured, contrary to his prideful ego, he feels comfortable enough to come to you for some help.

-you find yourselves double dating a lot with Goku and Chi-Chi. You and Chi-Chi get along reasonably well and Vegeta is happy to put his underlying envy towards Goku on the back burner for you to have the cute date nights you love.

[spilledbeans116]

When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

Vegeta x gn!reader - 3,640 Words - No Use of y/n

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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     “I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

    He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

      “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top. 

     “Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you. 

     “Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

     “Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

      “Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

     He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?” 

    You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

     “Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

      “You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

     “N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

     You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm. 

     Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

     You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

     He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

     “I can handle it V-“

     He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

    He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

     “Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet. 

     He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

     He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

     The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

     Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

     “Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

     “Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

    You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

     He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

     “You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

     “Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers. 

     He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes,  but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things. 

    He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

     You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

     He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

     It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

    When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

     You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

     “Vegeta I-“

     He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

    You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     “Do you want to read anything?”

     “No thank you.”

     “Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

      “I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his. 

     “I love you too, Vegeta.”

     “I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

     “Thank you, my prince.”

     “For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

     You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

     “Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

     “Yes but-“

     He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

     Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

     He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

     “You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

     “You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

    Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

     “You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

     You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

     You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

     “Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

     “All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

     “Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

     “Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

    “Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

    “Can you sing that song I like?” 

    He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

     “You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

     He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

     “Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Coming to Terms

Vegeta stood there, his gaze fixed on the human before him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite comprehend. As a Saiyan prince, emotions were often suppressed and seen as weaknesses. But this was different. This was something he couldn't ignore.

He watched her from a distance, her laughter echoing in his ears. Her spirit, her strength, it fascinated him. She possessed a certain fire that ignited something within him. Vegeta had always prided himself on his power, but this human, she had a power of her own. It was something he couldn't resist.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Vegeta found himself drawn to her, unable to tear his eyes away. He began to notice the little things, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited, the way her smile lit up a room. It was as if she had the power to see through him, to see the person he was beneath the armor.

But Vegeta was a warrior, a prince. He couldn't afford to be vulnerable, to let his guard down. Love was a foreign concept to him; it might as well not exist. The idea was something he had always believed to be a weakness. Yet, here he was, feeling his heart pull him towards this human.

He tried to fight it, to push the feelings aside. He had a duty, a responsibility to his people. Love was a distraction he couldn't afford. But the more he resisted, the stronger the feelings became.

Vegeta found himself seeking her out, wanting to be near her, to protect her. He couldn't deny it any longer. He was in love with a human, and there was no turning back.

As Vegeta came to terms with his emotions, he realized that love didn't make him weak. It made him stronger. It gave him a reason to fight, a reason to protect. He had found something worth fighting for, something worth risking everything for.

And so, Vegeta took a step forward, ready to embrace this newfound love. He knew it wouldn't be easy, that there would be challenges ahead. But he was willing to face them, to fight for what he believed in.

In that moment, Vegeta understood that love had the power to change him, to transform him into a better version of himself. And he was ready to embrace that change, ready to let love guide him on a new path.

Vegeta, with determination in his eyes, resolved to protect and cherish the human who had so deeply touched him.

[sabosbabygirl]

🤰The Desire to Breed You🤰

Vegeta x Fem!Reader/You

NSFW, +18, Sex, Breeding Kink, Married

1.2k Words, Vegeta is blue & italicized

He’s been thinking about you all day. Specifically, your hips, thighs, and pussy. He wanted to stuff you with his seed. Fuck, he was itching to fill you up. The need to see your pussy leak his cum and some of it stay inside you was driving him wild. He wanted kids and he wanted your beautiful pussy to have them.

You were cooking when Vegeta came home. You looked up and could sense a familiar energy, a strong primal aurora came from him. Before you could speak, he had the stove off and you pushed against the wall. You could feel his desire and lust. Hell, his eyes were crazy for you.

“I fucking need you so much,” his voice was hoarse and one of his hands brushed against the fabric of your jeans where your pussy is at. “I need to fucking put a baby in you,” his words filled with so much lust that you couldn’t even deny being turned on. The way he had one hand on your jeans and the other against the wall. His dark eyes looking wildly into yours. That was it. You two are married after all.

“Vegeta, I-“ his lip press hard against yours before you could finish the sentence. His tongue aggressively entered your mouth, and his hands cupped your face. His body pressed against yours so that your back was all the way against the wall. You could feel his member growing and poking against your hip. He was at the point of no return.

Your tongue danced with his as his hands moved from cupping your face to your thighs. He gripped your thighs hard, squeezing with his all his might. You moaned into his mouth and your arms wrapped around his neck. “Fuck, your moans are so sexy,” he whispered as he pulled away from your lips. His mouth went straight to your neck, kissing and biting. His hands moved to your hips gripping hard. He slid one of his hands up to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. His hand went in your pants and his finger pressed against your clit through your panties.

“Oh Vegeta,” you moaned as his teeth sunk into your neck again and his finger moved the fabric of your panties up and down against your clit. You felt your arousal rise, the want for him to breed with you was starting to fill your brain making you dizzy.

“Mmmm, y/n, your clit is pulsing against my finger,” his voice was hot against your sensitive neck. He pressed his finger harder against your clit causing you to squirm and your clit to twitch. “Just like that,” he whispered as he kissed your neck and his finger sneaked into your panties, massaging your clit with skin on skin contacted.

You moan louder in his ear; your entire body heating up with passion and desire. His tongue licks the bite mark he left on your neck all the way down to your collarbone. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to breed you,” he breathed heavy on your neck, his finger massaging your clit a little faster making you wet.

You swallowed back a moan, “I want it,” you whispered. “Mmmm, what do you want, y/n” he nibbles at your collarbone as his finger massages faster against your clit. You bite your lip, “I want you. I want you to breed me.”

The moment the words left your mouth, his finger went up into your pussy, feeling the warm wetness.

You titled your head back slightly and breathed out his name. He growled feeling your how warm your pussy was and hearing you breathe out his name. He pulled his finger out of your pussy and his hands went straight to your jeans pulling them down to your ankles. He undid his pants and his hard cock sprung out. His cock is 7.5 inches long, semi thick shaft, and big tip that stretches your entrance. Precum is at the tip of his cock and his eyes were nothing but absolute hunger for you.

Vegeta lifted you slightly up against the wall, just enough so that his cock could enter you. He thrusted deeply inside your tight pussy. “FUCK, y/n, so tight~,” his voice strained. You screamed slightly in pain and pleasure as he thrusted deep inside you. “Vegeta!!” your voice was loud enough to fill the entire kitchen.

His hands went to your hips, holding so tight that the veins in his hands were popping, “I’m not stopping until I fill you all the way to brim,” he moved your hips up and down his shaft fast and eagerly. His cock twitching and pulsing inside your juicy pussy. Your walls contracted and your hips spasmed. Your moans grew louder and louder, “That’s it, y/n, scream for me. Yell for me. Drive me to the edge,” his growled as he moved your faster up and down his girth. Your tight pussy gripping his entire cock so well.

“Vegeta!! AAA!! Vegeta,” your screams were louder, and your eyes rolled back as a wave of orgasm rushed out of you.

“Yes baby!! You feel so fucking good,” he moaned as he pulled out of you. Your cum dripping from his cock and down your thigh. His hands flipped you around so that your face was pressed against the wall and that your ass was facing him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and fill you up. Fuck, you are going to be the hottest mom,” he rammed his cock deep inside of you. Thrusting in and out, faster, and faster. You moaned and yelled his name. It felt so good, but at the same time your pussy was getting sensitive.

“I’m stopping until your pussy is filled and you are dripping of my cum. Dammit I need you,” he groaned as his cock continued plunging in and out of you. His hand slapped your bare ass hard leaving a red mark.

“Cum in me Vegeta. Please, I want your kids,” you whined. That was it. That was what he wanted, no needed, to hear. His eyes light up and fucked you harder than he ever has before. His cock beating your pussy until hitting your g spot like no other. He tossed his head back and his seed exploded so deep inside you. His cock twitched as his cum was shooting in you and your pussy tightened up ensuring that none of it seeps out.

Vegeta pulled his cock out slowly and his fingers went straight to your pussy covering the entrance so none of his seed flows out. His other hand pulled you up so that your back was against his chest. He kissed your neck softly, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

TimeSkip:

A month later you noticed that you were late on your period. You quickly took a pregnancy test that came back positive. You ran to Vegeta and showed him. Vegeta’s eyes widened and you could have sworn slight tears were forming, “I’m going to be a dad?” he whispered staring at the stick and back at you. “Yes babe,” you smiled wide as your eyes filled with excitement. Vegeta smirked and picked you up, hugging you tightly, “I’m going to be a dad.” The statement was filled with emotions of happiness, relieve and surprise. That’s all he wanted. He wanted to be a dad and to have you not only as his amazing wife but as the mother of his kids.

[creat0r-cat]

Dragon Ball Males x reader - Pregnancy HCs

[Reader and (character) are married]

Goku

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s confused at first but when he places his hands on your stomach and spends a moment in silence, his eyes widen in realization and he begins to smile

He has a vague understanding of what pregnancy is

Keep in mind that he has two children from his ex-wife, Chi-Chi

Goku was very happy and gives you a large yet gentle hug

He’s excited to be a father again (he loves children even though he isn’t the most responsible with them)

He’s especially happy that he gets to spend even more time with you, his beautiful wife

The pregnancy is long and hard especially when the kid started kicking (remember, this is both Goku’s kid and a half-saiyan so the kicks are strong)

Fortunately, the cravings didn’t get too strange and, much to your husband’s delight, you were very cuddly which meant lots of affection for both of you

When the child is born, they turn out to be a healthy baby boy

Goku couldn’t help but smile when he was holding his newborn son for the first time

“He’s.. so small..” You chuckle softly, tired from giving birth

“Yeah, he would be. He’s just a baby.”

You two decided to name him “Kumo” meaning “Cloud”

“When can I start training him?”

“Goku no.”

Vegeta

When you tell him the big news, he’s shocked, blinking at you as he processes the information

It’s not the first time he’s been told that his wife was pregnant, but it shocks him every time

He hesitantly tried to sense the child growing in your womb, and when he found them, his eyes softened

He slowly approached you, giving you a gentle hug and a kiss

“I’ll protect them with my life. I promise.” He whispers softly as he buries his face into your neck

Even though you were pregnant with Vegeta’s kid, the 9 months were rather easy

Vegeta had little to no problem going and getting whatever you needed to sooth your odd food cravings

Vegeta’s ex-wife, Bulma was more than happy to help you both out when the baby was due

Trunks, your husband’s first born and your step-son, was elated to find out he was going to have another sibling

When you finally gave birth, you presented Vegeta with a beautiful baby girl

He couldn’t hold back a smile as he held her in his arms

She had a full head of black hair and her father’s black eyes, indicating her dominant genes were Saiyan

“Hello, Eschalotte.” He murmured softly letting out a soft purr as he nuzzled his daughter affectionately, causing her to let out a giggle

Gohan

Naturally, he’ll get both happy and nervous when you tell him

Yes, he’s been a father before, but he gets anxious about making sure everything goes smoothly

While he’s not going to be there at your side all the time, having to keep up with work, he’ll do his best to satisfy your needs and make you comfortable

At your word, he’ll rush to the store for food or (if he’s home and not too busy) to cuddle with you

Honestly, he’s a cinnamon roll

When you give birth, he’s surprised to find that he’s the proud father of a little quarter saiyan boy, now lovingly named Daiko (Powerful Light)

He got incredibly emotional and began to cry happy tears

“Th-thank you, (Y/n). I love you so so much.”

Raditz

He was shook

“Y-you’re pregnant? Are you sure?”

At first you were worried that he was upset with the news but then he reassured you that he was actually happy

He was just making sure you weren’t pulling a prank on him

Lucky for him you weren’t joking

He’s never been a father before and he has no idea what exactly to do

Saiyan pregnancies are handled differently than human pregnancies so everything he knows is just thrown out the window at this point

Needless to say however, he does his best to make sure you’re happy

Expect lots of affection and service during your three trimesters

When your baby bump appears and the child starts kicking, that’s when he starts “talking to the baby”

“Little one, I’m so glad you’re so eager to meet us, but you need more time in there. We want to make sure that you’re nice and strong and healthy so you can take on the world with us. Be nice to mommy, okay?” 

Your heart melts every time

When you end up giving birth, it’s through a long and tough labor

Raditz is seriously panicking

However, it was all well worth it to see your saiyan husband’s reaction to the sight of his child in the bassinet

Tears began to fall from his eyes while he tried to hold them back or hide them

He looked so happy and he held his hand out toward his newborn daughter, Rutaba

“She’s so beautiful.. just like her mother..”

Zamasu (Goku Black)

Well, you were certainly nervous when telling him

You knew a bit of his ideal world, a somewhat mortal free place, and that made you nervous about how he would react to what you had to tell him

A half-kai-half-human child, a.k.a. a technical demigod

When you approached him, he looked your way, sensing that you wanted to talk

However, before you could get the words out he smiles and asks how far along you are

You just stand there in shock and confusion

“How.. how did you..?”

“I can sense her energy. She’s rather strong for an embryo.”

“She???”

That’s how you found out that you were pregnant with your and Zamasu’s daughter

For the most part, your strange behavior and cravings during the next nine months didn’t bother him

He did find it occasionally annoying when he was trying to plot his ultimate takeover of the universe and you called for him to grab you some odd food combination that made him cringe in disgust

However, he got over it and pretended like everything was perfectly fine

And thank goodness he did because when the due date finally arrived along with your daughter, he realized that the frustration wasn’t necessary because everything was so perfect

He kissed the forehead of his daughter who stopped crying when he did

“Hello there, Kamiko (Little goddess).”

You couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you never needed to be nervous about being pregnant

You knew he would treat you just right

[lovelywetdreamer]

🌸💜~Vegeta Spoiling His Queen~💜🌸

Being Vegate's wife means you are being treated like a queen.

He has the house cleaned for your return from work.

A fancy box of chocolate is ready for you to devour.

Vegate pours you a cup of wine.

He kneels in front of you, sliding your panties off with his teeth, and he licks your entrance before sliding his tongue inside your warmth.

Enjoying some chocolate, a cup of wine, and being eaten out by your beloved husband.

Vegate sure does treat you like a queen.

Lemoio made this wonderful art. It just so cute.

[missmilkie]

Dragonball Bf Scenarios

How You Meet

Feel free to request other guys. I’m just posting the ones I already had written.

2818 words

Son Goku

This year you were able to fight in the 26th Tenkaichi Budokai. After years of severe training, you entered with your master’s blessing. The preliminary round was pretty easy to get through as you just had to punch a machine that measured the strength of your punch.

You took one of the fifteen spots available to the fighters. Once the spots were filled, the contestants had to draw a number out of a box to get their first match up. You were going to fight some random guy who was giving you creepy looks as soon as you drew his number. You tried to pretend like you couldn’t feel his eyes undressing you.

Since your match wasn’t first, you watched fights from where the rest of the fighters waited. You focused on the fight between a super tall green guy and some poor guy scared out of his wits. You didn’t blame the latter, Ma Junior easily towered over most of the people in attendance. Sensing a disturbance nearby you whipped around to see your opponent.

“You’re pretty cute, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

“I wasn’t counting on it.” You rolled your eyes, your guard up.

“No need to be so uptight, I’m just trying to be friendly.” The guy put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Well, then you should know that just because I’m pretty does not mean that I’ll go easy on you.” You gave a bright fake smile as your eyes burned into his soul.

“We’ll see about that, sweetheart.” He smirked. You almost vomited at the sight. “See you in the ring.”

The relief that washed over you pushed down the nausea you had felt during the encounter. Men could be so disgusting.

Once you stepped into the ring, you closed out everything but you and your opponent. You wanted to beat him so bad that it bruised his ego. He deserved it after speaking to you the way he did. He was so condescending and thought it would charm you. What the hell was wrong with that guy?!

“After the tournament, we should go out.” He suggested.

“No thank you.” You responded coolly while settling into your stance.

“How about you go out with me if I beat you.”

“And if I beat you, you leave me the fuck alone.”

He was a little taken aback by your annoyed tone.

“Let the battle begin!” The announcer exclaimed into his microphone. Time to finish this as quickly as possible. The sooner he was off your back, the better.

“Ladies first.”

“If you insist.”

You lunged toward him so fast his eyes widened in surprise. He tried to dodge the punch you feigned only to get caught by your other fist. He spit up a bit on your shirt. Disgusted, you kicked him with 70% of your strength. He flew out of the ring and hit the grass with a thump.

“And the winner is (Y/n) (L/n)!!”

The crowd cheered for you so loudly. It wasn’t often a female beat her male opponent. You did it so quickly too.

“Whew, you’re a strong one! Can’t wait to fight you in the next round.” A friendly male voice chirped. Winner of the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, Son Goku, was grinning at you.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” A small smile found its way onto your face.

After that, you stole glances at Goku. He talked with his friends, the tall green man, a short angry man, and an even shorter bald guy. They all seemed to be a strong group. They were definitely the ones to beat.

There was a brief intermission before the start of the next round. Your first opponent didn’t bother coming anywhere near you. Your anticipation skyrocketed with each match that passed before yours. Fighting a former champion would prove difficult. You probably would not win, but you would give it all you got and show the world what you’re made of.

“Now for Son Goku versus (Y/n) (L/n)!!”

The two of you exchanged a smile before walking out into the arena.

“Ready? Fight!!”

You couldn’t take your chances with him. He was too good for you to be careless. You went in to attack, testing your speed in relation to his. He dodged swiftly, not surprising you. You recoiled back to avoid any attacks he might try to land on you. You’d be lucky to land a hit on him, much less one that packs enough punch to do damage. You would have to outsmart him, get him to lose via ring out somehow.

Goku wasted no time advancing on your position. You were able to block his blows fast enough, but only barely. Your forearms stung from the abuse. You kept blocking, letting him push you closer and closer to the edge. When you were close enough, you dropped to dodge his punch and sweep his legs out from under him. He leaped over your kick, somersaulting to grab you and toss you out of the ring.

You were just barely able to catch yourself mid air, revealing your flight ability.

“Impressive! You can fly too.”

You landed back in the ring to launch another assault on Goku. This time, you didn’t let up. Goku seemed to be gauging your strength as he blocked your attacks. Finally, he decided to end it. There was no way you were going to win, so there was no use in dragging it out. Goku gave you a chop to the back of the neck before catching your unconscious form.

“(Y/n) (L/n) has been knocked out. Son Goku advances to the next round!!”

When you came to, Goku was by your side. You didn’t win, but you knew that your master would be proud. In truth, you were proud too.

“You did pretty well.” Goku smiled down at you.

“Thank you, but I still have much to work on before I can become a champion.” You smiled genuinely at him.

“Give me a call, and I can help you with that if you want.”

“Alright.” You stared up into his deep black eyes. “I might just take you up on that.”

“I’ll give you my number then.”

Vegeta

Being a private teacher for the heir of Capsule Corp was crazy to you. Trunks was such a smart kid, but he tended to act out a lot. You attributed some of it to his parents divorce a year ago and the lack of attention from his brooding father.

Tiptoeing around his explosive mood swings and exposed nerves was a full time job in itself. You were naturally blunt and a little rude, so reining yourself in like this was new.

Trunks was a teenager now, and that meant a lot of things. Each day was an uphill battle to get him to cooperate and learn what his mom was paying you to teach him. His test scores were bordering below average and you knew it was because he wasn’t trying. You had made an effort to try different techniques to help him learn better, but he didn’t care enough to actually test them out properly. It was getting beyond frustrating. If this continues, you might be out of a job.

Every other weekend Vegeta would take Trunks for some “training”. You only knew this because Trunks would argue with his mom about how he wanted to see his father every weekend to train. You never saw Vegeta much because you would leave Capsule Corp before he came to pick up his son. This time, you were running a bit late.

You had your hands full with the bags that held your teaching supplies. It didn’t help that the weight was unevenly distributed. You stumbled through the final hallway, just wanting to get to your taxi as soon as possible. Then your shoe caught on the carpet, sending one of your bags across the lobby.

Your face burned as you were thoroughly embarrassed. You cursed under your breath and adjusted the other bag on your shoulder before standing up again. Great, and there was a hole in your pantyhose now too. Maybe you need a career change.

“Watch where you’re walking, woman.” A gruff voice huffed in annoyance. Vegeta stood before you, holding the bag you had accidentally launched toward him.

“Don’t call me woman! I have a name you know.” You huffed in annoyance.

“Tch. Whatever.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at your behavior.

“It’s (Y/n) (L/n). I’m your son’s teacher.”

“He’s told me about you.” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing over you.

“Then could you maybe ask that he be a bit more cooperative? Trunks is so smart, but he doesn’t listen to me.” You told him, exasperated.

“It’s not my problem that you can’t control him.” Vegeta shrugged before walking past you.

“Ugh! Now I see where he gets it from.” You growled.

In your taxi, you held your bag close thinking about how rude he was. He didn’t even care about Trunks’s education! You fumed for the entire ride home.

Gohan

Sleeping in class just wasn’t something you could help. You got so tired listening to teachers lecture you all day. You could just read the book and learn the same thing no biggie. Your grades were fine.

During your morning classes, you were almost always knocked out. You loathed having your sleep interrupted by school. Napping helped you catch up on that lost sleep.

You had finally fallen asleep in a comfortable upright position in class when there was a sudden commotion. Annoyed at the interruption to your nap, you fixed a dirty look at the source. A guy about your age stood at the front of the classroom.

“This is our new student. Go ahead and introduce yourself, son.” The teacher stepped aside.

“My name is Son Gohan.” He gave a bright smile.

“There’s an empty seat by (Y/n). Give him a wave, why don’t you?”

You gave the most half assed wave, looking completely uninterested. You were so over this new boy already. The other girls were going to be all over him because he was a pretty cute guy. You wouldn’t deny it, but you still were crabby about your nap.

Gohan made his way over to his new seat with long strides. He was really tall. He even towered over you once he took a seat next to you. You blushed, being dwarfed made you feel a type of way.

The teacher silenced the class before going on with his lesson. You settled back into your position to try to get some shut eye before the end of the period. The universe had different plans for you.

“Your name is (Y/n), right?” Gohan asked shyly. You tried not to let your irritation show. Yeah, he was pretty. Pretty annoying.

“Yeah.”

“I look forward to being in class together. If you ever miss a day, I’d be happy to lend you my notes.” His whisper was so genuine. You weighed the idea of having a nerdy guy lend you his notes. You supposed it wouldn’t be too bad to be friendly towards him. Plus, he is pretty cute. You had nothing to lose.

“Thanks.” You shot him a real smile. His dark eyes lit up as he returned your smile.

Future Trunks

Since the androids killed your entire family, you’ve been in hiding. You wouldn’t let them kill you too and have your family’s memory be forgotten like the empty dilapidated cities you now roamed. Every now and again, you came across other survivors. You never knew if you could trust them as some people were thieves just trying to get your supplies. You knew desperation, so you couldn’t hate them. Nobody was whole since the world ended.

You were a ghost in this world. The only proof of your existence were the screams from your nightmares. You had to sleep underground or somewhere that sound couldn’t travel. It wasn’t safe to be asleep and screaming, perfect prey for the androids.

That was part of the reason you didn’t stick around with others for too long. You didn’t want to put them in danger and watch them get killed just like with your family. Sure it got lonely with just yourself for company, but every time you met other survivors it gave you hope. The androids had not conquered everyone. If there were enough of you, maybe you could take the world back.

Maybe it was a stretch to think like that, but it was the only thing that kept you going. One of the only things that gave you a reason to live.

Today you were trekking through what was left of West City. You had heard from other survivors that there was a scientist that lived there. Maybe she could build a solution to the androids. Whatever her intentions, you had to meet her. You had to know there was a hope for the future.

According to your source, there was a guy who was really close with the scientist. If you could meet him at a specific convenience store, he could take you to her. You found it quite easily, all you had to do was wait. When the sun set, he still wasn’t there. You tried to wait up, not wanting to make the spot unsafe. Against your will, you drifted off.

“Wake up! It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” An unfamiliar male voice roused you from your fitful slumber. You looked up to see the man that was described to you. The man you needed to meet.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how muscular he was. He must be a fighter of some sort. Though he looked somewhat dorkish with his lavender hair in a middle parted bowl cut.

“I must have fallen asleep…” you muttered before looking him in his kind blue eyes. “I’m sorry about that. I’ve come looking for you.”

“Looking for me?”

“Well, for the scientist you know. I want to know what she’s been up to. I wanna know if she’s making something to take down the androids.” You explained firmly.

The man examined you, unsure what to think of you and your story.

“I have to know if there’s any hope for humanity. Please, take me to her.” You had grabbed onto the sleeve of his dark denim Capsule Corp jacket. You did your best to plead with your eyes.

“I’ll take you to her then.”

Broly

When Goku mentioned his new Saiyan friend, you were immediately intrigued. How a Saiyan was able to survive all those years without getting hunted down by Freiza was incredible. From what you had heard, his power level was insane too. You had always been interested in the saiyans, so meeting a new one became a top priority.

You had packed your bags with a month’s worth of things you needed before meeting Goku at Capsule Corp. Broly had agreed to let you stay with him for that time to help him through some past trauma. While you helped him work through some things, you’d get to learn more about saiyans. It was a win-win.

“Alright, I’m ready to go.” You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you approached Goku.

“Great! I’ve already locked onto his energy. Grab on and we’ll be there in a flash.” He offered his arm. You took it without hesitation.

You blinked and were in a different location than just one moment ago. Planet Vampa was going to take some getting used to, but it didn’t seem all bad. Sure, it reminded you of Venus with how hazy and dead looking it was, but you could tell that there was still life.

You smiled, thinking about how cool instant transmission was. Goku led you to the cave that Broly was residing in. A capsule house stood in there, taking up quite a bit of the space in there.

“Hey, Broly!! I’ve brought (Y/n) here.” Goku called out cheerfully.

“Oh. Hey, Kakarot.” Broly gave a soft smile before realizing your existence. “You must be (Y/n)”

“That’s me. Nice to meet you, Broly. I look forward to getting to know you.” You offered your hand for him to shake. He stared at it, confused by the gesture.

“I’ll come get you in a month. Don’t have too much fun out here.” Goku winked. You blushed at what he was insinuating between you and the mountain of a man you were staying with.

“Shut up, Goku! Quit teasing.” You blurted out of embarrassment. Broly looked at you like you had grown another head. He had a long way to go. Your work was certainly cut out for you.

“See ya!” Goku waved before disappearing. You turned to Broly.

“Wanna show me around the house?”

[givemeonereason]

Dragon Ball Master Fic List

Vegeta

Legacy (completed) +18 readers only part 1 inspired by @actuallysaiyan

part 2 +18

Piccolo

Meditation series / *currently* E for Everybody

Part 1 +14 Part 2 +14 Part 3 +14 Part 4 +14

Drabbles

Vegeta and Goku cotton candy Inspired by @jorongbak

[actuallysaiyan]

Sweat(Prince!Vegeta x FemSaiyan!Reader)

warnings: primal kink, smut, creampies, unprotected sex, breeding kink. a/n: Just a little smutty drabble about Prince Vegeta coming home from a mission just in time to fuck his wife while they are in the Saiyan mating season.

You find this so incredibly unfair. The Saiyan mating season is upon you, and your lover hasn’t returned to you. It doesn’t surprise you. Not one bit. Prince Vegeta is so important and so strong. He does all he can to protect everyone on this planet. 

But to see all those couples together, being so affectionate for one another. It made you so sad, which eventually became some sort of pathetic arousal as the third day was upon you. You not only missed Vegeta, but you were craving him.

The fourth night, he made his way home to you. He felt his skin growing warm. He needed to be in your tight, quivering cunt. Vegeta does what he can to be with you whenever he’s able to. And he breeds you a lot. But being in the mating season, this will surely impregnate you. He cannot miss it. He should have been home days ago.

Once in the royal chambers together, everything feels heated. The air is so thick, and his teeth are sharp on the tender flesh of your neck. He marks you every time he has his way with you. It’s a reminder to everyone else that you belong to only him. Nobody else may touch you, or else there will be grave consequences.

He pushes you up against the wall, his clothes off and yours as well, and he pumps himself into you. Vegeta ruts into you like some sort of lovesick animal under an aphrodisiac. He’s grunting and groaning, his teeth are sinking into your flesh. Anywhere he can reach, he’s marking you up. Your tails are intertwined, so soft and sweet.

But this is anything but soft and sweet. This is pure lust. Vegeta fucks you with wreckless abandon. He’s chasing this impossible high for the both of you, with the only real mission being you getting knocked up.

“You’re going to have my baby. You’re my wife. My mate. Nobody else could ever make you feel the way I do.”

You could only nod and moan, which earned you a rough kiss. Once again, he repeats his sentence, this time in a much more gruff tone.

“I’m your mate! Nobody else can make me feel this way!” You cry out, making Vegeta chuckle darkly.

It doesn’t take long until he’s pumping his load into you. Short snaps of his hips, his teeth sunken into your shoulder as he tries to stifle those loud cries of his. His seed spills deep inside of you, surely going to take hold this time. He doesn’t stop there. No, it’s time for more.

It’ll be a long night.

[akaridream]

please my prince (vegeta x reader)

tags: vegeta x time patroller! reader, vegeta x saiyan! reader, mentor-mentee dynamic, afab reader

warnings: explicit content, MDNI; he’s kinda mean but not too bad, good girl, princess, bitch... but no spoilers for the fun stuff

Vegeta had loved the female Saiyan battle suits since the day he hit puberty. The briefs left little to the imagination, showing off many warriors’ favorite assets. Though the story was that they allowed the most freedom of movement, attracting the eye of a potential mate was never too far from a Saiyan’s mind. As you stood in front of Vegeta stretching during a lull in your training session together, he admired your cheeky attire. You had the firm glutes and quads of a powerful warrior, after all. Your efforts shouldn’t go unappreciated. And they certainly didn’t.

Though your training sessions were productive, they were always plagued with an air of tension. As noble a warrior as he was, Vegeta was not immune to the wiles of a female, especially one of his own Saiyan heritage. Something inside him stirred at the sight of your tail swishing, hypnotizing him and making him wish he still had a tail of his own to flirt back at you with. His mind-numbing attraction to you made training sessions an exercise in self-control. When was the last time he had even seen a female Saiyan, let alone one of your impressive power? What would happen if he overstepped the line and made a move on you?

Little did he know, you also struggled to maintain your composure around him. With his widow’s peak and chiseled body, he was a living picture of Saiyan perfection. His narrow waist and hips were well balanced by wide shoulders and a tower of wild hair. His silhouette made you claw half-moons into your palms at the sight. How could any man be so fucking hot?

It was quite the privilege to train with him, too. Only a handful of Time Patrollers had adequate power levels to satisfy the prince. You had the honor of becoming his first Saiyan trainee, garnering special treatment, but not with extra leeway or praise. Vegeta’s regimen bordered on cruel, only because he knew you could handle it. He saw the fire, the passion for battle that blazed in your rich black eyes. He felt the immense power behind your blows. He heard the rage of the oozaru in your battle cry.

“Saiyan men crave strong women,” he recalled telling Kakarot once, and there was no denying it. You were strong. And he craved you.

Many shameful nights, he had gone to the locker room showers at the Patroller Academy with a raging erection thanks to you. Too proud to relent, however, he opted for a cold shower rather than gratify himself. Tonight was shaping up to have the same outcome. The sun had set and the gymnasium at the academy had long since cleared out, leaving only you and your mentor to train on the wrestling mats. The air conditioner had kicked off after dark, leaving you to pine over a shirtless Vegeta with drops of sweat racing down his pecs. You breathed deeply into your stretch, closing your eyes and folding forward to touch your toes. Vegeta closed his eyes too, if only to keep them off your ass. He still had plenty of combinations left to drill into you, he couldn’t deal with a hard-on now. There would be no hiding it in his compression shorts.

“Come on, you’ve slacked off long enough,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sick of you wasting my damn time. Run the last combo again.”

You continued to stretch, unperturbed. “I’m feeling tight and trying to avoid pulling a muscle,” you snarled. “Plus, I know you’re enjoying the view.”

Vegeta’s face caught on fire, making him turn his back to you. “Shut the hell up, woman! The only thing I’m enjoying is knocking some sense into that smart mouth of yours.”

The tip of your tail twitched and your heart began to race. If there was one thing a Saiyan loved as much as a physical fight, it was a good verbal spar.

“Yeah yeah, I might take you more seriously if you had landed a solid blow on me today. Pretty sure I’ve blocked just about everything you’ve thrown at me,” you said.

Vegeta scoffed and turned back to you. Annoyed, he kneed you in the butt, knocking you off balance. You squealed and rolled forward into a somersault.

“The fuck was that for?” you asked, peering up from the ground at a smug mentor.

“Didn’t block that one, did you?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. “I could have swept you if I wanted. But I don’t want to continue to show up my own teacher. He’s got an ego the size of this planet, don’t want to bruise it.”

“Just get off your lazy ass and run the combo!” he roared as he stood over you. “Why the hell I tolerate you, I don’t even know.”

You smirked and got to your feet, wrapping your tail around your waist. “Like I said, you enjoy the view, Prince.”

Unamused, he came at you with a flurry of powerful blows before you were ready. You managed to dodge and block them, then came in with the combination you had been practicing. He blocked then countered with a swift palm strike, sending you flying. You landed on your feet, then launched back at your mentor, throwing in a wicked elbow straight for his head. With almost no effort, Vegeta slipped past you and kicked with a grunt. You barely leaned back in time, watching his muscled calf fly straight past your nose. Before you could recover, he grabbed a fistful of your black hair and smashed your face into the mat, knee on your spine for good measure. You groaned and tried to get up to no avail.

“Pathetic,” Vegeta growled. “Bragging about your blocking ability but you didn’t see that coming.”

“Because that was a dirty move, Jeet.”

He scoffed and pressed his knee harder into your back. “Do you think Frieza fights clean? Or how about Janemba? Or maybe you think Broly will fight honorably?”

You continued to struggle between his weight and the floor but he kept you pinned. You looked up at him over your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear.

“You’re weak. Just admit you can’t handle my training and give up.”

“Fuck you,” you grumbled.

“Huh? Couldn’t quite hear that, sweetheart. You want me to go easy on you because you’re no stronger than an infant earthling?”

Your nostrils flared and you clawed into the mat. Rage bloomed from deep within you and your hair began to glow blonde.

“I said fuck you Vegeta!” you roared as you threw him off and across the mat. A glint of pride flickered across Vegeta’s face as he stood and barreled towards you with another attack.

You traded blow after blow, matching his power and speed. You gritted your teeth as you sparred and he continued to block your every move.

“That’s it! Push it harder! This is your life you’re fighting for! I’ll send you through the roof if you hold back on me!” Vegeta yelled in your face. He watched as your eyes glowed with intensity in Super Saiyan form, hitting your stride as you fought.

You grunted with each strike, crying out in annoyance as he easily deflected you, then gave you a shove just to show how much of a gap there still was between your power levels. Teeming with frustration, you balled your fists and breathed deep, building your energy.

“I’m not holding back!” you barked with a fully charged punch. You caught your mentor on the cheek, but just barely, causing him to stumble for a moment. You lunged in with a swift knee to his solar plexus, driving him straight back and onto the ground. One knee on his chest and the other by his hip, you pinned him to the mat, crossing a forearm over his neck and holding one of his thick biceps down. His eyes narrowed as you panted over him like a raging bull, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That punch was not part of the combo,” he snarled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did you think I was gonna fight clean?”

“Tch, you damn brat!”

Vegeta’s eyes flashed blue, his hair flaring to a brilliant gold as he quickly reversed your positions, rolling you onto your back. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head while he straddled one of your legs. His face was dangerously close to yours before you knew what happened.

Your breaths mingled in the thin air between you. Hearts beating wildly, you watched the inky black return to his irises as yours did the same. You unwrapped your tail from your waist and allowed it to brush against Vegeta’s leg. The golden glow faded from you both and you realized just what you were feeling against your thigh.

“V… Vegeta, are you…” you panted.

The look in his eye grew dark as his gaze darted to your lips. Bristling with a different energy, you extended your neck to meet him with a searing hot kiss.

His grip on your wrists grew tight as he mashed his lips back against yours. He allowed his weight to press into you as you kissed, his tongue beginning to explore.

“The hell was that for?” he breathed against your mouth. Your tongue met his and teased him, drawing him into you.

“You were practically begging for it.” He let go of your wrists to tangle one hand in your hair, giving him leverage to attack your mouth just how he wanted. His tongue was hot yet soft, enticing you to chase and play along. Your hands couldn’t stay off his body. You traced down his sides, feeling the dips between his sculpted muscles. You made your way to his hips, then his taut buttocks, gripping and urging him to drag his hardened cock against your leg. Vegeta chuckled.

“A prince begs for nothing, you damn minx,” he growled.

You moaned as his tongue swirled against yours. “Tell me you’ll fuck me, Vegeta.”

He kissed his way to your neck, sucking and nibbling your tender flesh. “Hmph, now who’s begging?”

You whined as his free hand started to explore over your breastplate. “I… I’m not begging.”

“Really?” He chuckled darkly. “Then what do you call those noises, hm?”

You started to move your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing clit. “I’m not some submissive little girl,” you said.

Vegeta stilled your hip and sucked a mark onto your collar bone. “No, you’re just a Saiyan bitch in heat who wants the prince to satisfy her.”

You roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back to your mouth. “I’m not that desperate, especially not for you.”

He denied your kiss and held your gaze. “Your actions speak louder than your words, woman,” he said, ghosting a finger over your slit. Your throat tightened as he pressed against your throbbing clit, trying not to let him know just how needy you really were. But as he locked his eyes with yours, you couldn’t ignore the intense, pulsing desire you felt for him, allowing a moan to fall from your lips.

“Fuck, so what if I am?” you whined. “What if I do want you that bad?”

He smirked. “You gave in to me so easily. Why the hell should I reward you?”

“Because you want me, too.”

He snickered and graced you with a rough kiss.

“You think you’re that special, huh?” he said.

You gave his lower lip a gentle bite, eliciting a low groan and hard drag of his cock against your leg.

“Not really. But I think I know a horny man when I see one.”

Vegeta smirked and repositioned himself between your legs, humping against your clothed core agonizingly slowly. A hot breath escaped you and your nails dug into his hips.

“Mm, Vegeta,” you moaned.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl, you got it?” he asked, creating a blissful rhythm against you. You nodded. “And you’re going to let your prince use you just how he wants, right?”

You nodded again. “Yes. You can have me Prince Vegeta.” Pleasure was building quickly as he dry humped you. Your whines echoed through the empty gym, reminding you that anyone could walk in at any moment.

Another desperate kiss betrayed the prince’s feelings: he needed you, too. He stripped off your armor, leaving you in a strappy sports bra and your briefs. He rolled you onto your stomach and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.

“If it wasn’t for this perfect ass of yours, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he said, thumbs brushing against the bottom of your buttocks. He gave a light smack, making you bite your lip and wiggle your hips.

“I knew you loved it,” you teased. He gave a harder smack as your tail began to flit excitedly.

He removed your briefs slowly, revealed your muscular ass in all its glory. “The fact that it belongs to the hottest Saiyan woman I’ve ever seen doesn’t hurt either.”

You grinned as he tossed your briefs aside, his eyes devouring your drooling slit. Your tail swished with an enticing rhythm. Vegeta couldn’t keep his hands off you and he ran his calloused palms over the developing spank mark before gliding a fingertip over your most sensitive parts.

“Need it, my prince,” you sighed.

His cock ached. “You’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”

He plunged a finger deep into your velvetty walls, but it only served to make you want more. You craved the deep stretch his cock would provide. Vegeta twisted his wrist as he withdrew his finger, then penetrated back into you with force. The slick, shiny arousal coated his finger and began to drip down his knuckle as it rammed against you. Your tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, urging him to continue.

He positioned you with one leg bent up and your ass arched high into the air, a gorgeous angle to see your aching pussy. Impatient and painfully hard, Vegeta added a second finger, scissoring the pair apart as he pulled out from you. The pressure against your insides caused you to cry out and press your forehead hard into the mat. You balled your fists and moaned his name as he gradually stretched you further.

“Please, need your cock,” you breathed between moans. Vegeta gave a dark chuckle and began removing his shorts. You watched him over your shoulder, his cock heavy and thick as it sprang free. You salivated at the sight.

“Can I have you in my mouth?” you asked, starting to sit up.

He grabbed the back of your neck and returned your face to the mat. “No. I want you like this. Now get your ass up nice and high for me.”

You obeyed, arching your back to display your cunt for the prince. He kept his hand on your neck as he caressed your backside, then allowed his cock to rest against you.

“Good girl. Now take me. Take me like the bitch you are.”

He teased your entrance with his cockhead, dragging it to brush against your clit then back to your awaiting slit. On his knees over you, he firmly started pressing the head into you, watching it disappear, then reappear with your arousal covering it. He moaned your name in praise as he pushed himself in further.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he panted. Your back muscles clenched as he sheathed himself.

“Fuuuuck, you feel so good!” you cried. “Fuck me Prince, please.”

Vegeta’s hips rocked into yours as he bottomed out, giving you the delicious stretch you craved. Your tail instinctively wrapped around one of his thighs as he withdrew. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the prince worked up to a rough rhythm, pounding you into the mat.

“Ahh! Fuck yes, fuck yes Vegeta,” you moaned as your hands clawed the mat for purchase. You dug your elbows in and threw your hips back against him as he fucked you, flesh smacking flesh in a sinful sound that echoed off the concrete walls.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.” He watched each thrust ripple through your ass, driving his quickly approaching orgasm. Laying over you, he kissed, sucked and bit at your shoulders as he fucked you. His cock drove deep and hard making you whine in delight.

“Keep making those sounds for me, princess,” he commanded in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl, knew you’d beg for your prince.”

“Mm, anything for you Vegeta. Wanted you to fill me up for so long!”

His speed and power increased as he neared his climax. His breaths were short, exasperated gasps of pleasure accentuated by groans and moans from deep in his throat.

“You want me to cum in your tight little cunt? That what you want?” he asked, biting at your ear. You couldn’t even form words and only nodded and moaned.

He grunted with a fiery passion as he pounded you with bruising force. He held your hip firmly in place, fucking you like he’d never get another chance. His sounds became more broken, more honeyed until he finally snapped his pelvis against your plush ass with a guttural moan.

“Gahh, ahh ah ahh!” Vegeta cried out, nearly knocking the breath out of you as he came with powerful final thrusts. You whimpered beneath him, squeezing his pulsing cock with your walls. He panted desperately as he came down from his high, collapsing fully onto you while staying sheathed in your heat. As your tail loosened its grip on his thigh, he reached down to twirl it between his fingers. The intimate gesture filled your stomach with warmth as he laid his weight into you. Once the prince caught his breath, he brushed your wild hair away and nuzzled into the back of your neck. 

“Fucking perfect, perfect little cunt. But now that I’ve gotten my way,” his voice rasped. “It’s your turn, my princess.” Your heart jolted at his suggestion.

“Not tapping out?” you chuckled as he played with your tail.

He scoffed. “Just because I come first doesn’t mean you don’t come at all. Need to feel you shaking in my arms.”

Vegeta finally pulled out from your pussy, causing his cum to spill out and onto the mat, leaving you empty, but not yet spent. You rolled onto your back and sat up, finally stripping off your bra. The prince’s eyes grew hungry at the sight of your breasts. Vegeta returned his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss, surprising you after how forcefully he had fucked you. His hands roamed all over your neck, into your hair, over your nipples as he lapped at your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his muscled shoulders, pressing chest to chest as you made out, steamy breaths in between kisses.

Vegeta sat back on the mat with his legs wide and invited you to sit between them, back against his firm pectorals and abs. He brushed your hair away and bit your ear before breathing sweet nothings into it.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So incredibly sexy, it’s been driving me mad.” You sighed as his hands caressed your skin, kneading your thigh and breast as he kissed your neck. “Took you damn long enough to make your move, you know,” he said.

You laughed and melted into his touch like a wilting flower. “Oh, you know Saiyan women. We like to tease. But I just couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer.”

Vegeta licked and sucked your skin, his head dizzy at the soft mewls you let out. His fingers began to tease your sensitive entrance, still slick with his cum. He traced around the perimeter, then upward over your clit. You shuddered and moaned.

“That’s it, princess. Let me make you tremble,” he growled.

He pinched and pulled at your nipple with one hand and worked your pussy with the other, dipping his fingers deep inside and using the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You writhed against his chest and clawed into his thigh while he twirled your tail around his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, sending a pulse of pleasure up through your spine.

“Mnnh, Vegeta, you’re so fucking good,” you breathed as he finger-fucked you. You matched his rhythm with your hips as the intensity began building. You turned your head to the side and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth. The taste of his tongue was addicting. 

His fingers slid into you with the most perfect friction, hitting your sweet spot thrust after thrust. Vegeta wrapped an arm around your waist, as if any space between your bodies was too much. He pressed his head against yours as you chased and humped his hand. You clutched his bulging forearm, guiding him to touch you just right.

Feeling the steady approach of white-hot bliss, you squealed. “Mm! Gonna cum!” 

“Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”

You called his name, clinging to him tightly as the rush came. “Haaahhh, fuck Vegeta!” you cried out. Your back arched like a cracking whip and shock waves of sweet euphoria crashed over you. Your body quaked just like he wanted, making him chuckle in pride.

“That’s it,” he cooed in your ear as he stroked your tail and nuzzled against you. You clenched his fingers within you as he pressed his palm into your clit, coaxing out more shuddering pleasure. “That’s my princess.”

“Goddamn, that was so good,” you praised, collapsing into him completely as the aftershocks pulsed through you.

He kissed your shoulder, licking the salt of your sweat. “You’re too fucking loud, you brat. You want the whole city to know what we’re up to?”

You laughed and shoved Vegeta to the ground so you could lay on top of him. “I don’t give a shit. They deserve to know who made me cum so hard.”

He smirked and held you against his sweaty chest. “Damn right.”

“And you weren’t exactly quiet either, Prince of all Saiyans,” you teased, feeling his cock had hardened again. You reached down to stroke it, but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips.

“I have self-control when I need to.” He closed his eyes and kissed your wrist and fingers. “We should hit the showers for the night.”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you made quite a mess of me. Thought you might be interested in another round, but if you don’t have the stamina-”

His eyes shot open and he squeezed your hand. “I didn’t say we should hit the showers separately, did I?”

dbz masterlist

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Vegeta x You first time flying

Sneak peek of chapter 7 of Lunar Eclipse of the Heart

After you've sampled Vegeta's triple helpings of crème brulee and tiramisu, he takes you up into the sky. He brings you to a gloomy alleyway nearby, reminiscent of the day you first met and he’d scared your socks off by chasing you into the dark. He folds his arms gently around you, watching you intently, and takes you with him a few meters in the air, causing you to let out a startled yelp. It feels very awkward to have his arms tightly wrapped around your torso and to be floating above the ground, with nothing but the wind beneath your feet. You tighten the grip on his shirt, and you're so distracted by this whole flying business that you're barely registering the hard lines of his muscles under your hands.  

“Vegeta, I have to be honest here, this is a little bit out of my comfort zone…” You squeal out. “I assure you,” Vegeta says calmly, “I’m not going to drop you, woman,” giving you a small squeeze for reassurance. “You better not. Or I'll haunt you for eternity,” you threaten with a hint of theatrics. Letting out a light chuckle, he ascends higher, just beyond the roofs of the alleyway houses. You thank your lucky stars that you aren't particularly afraid of heights as you clutch his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to be affected in the slightest. His warm breath is on your shoulder, which is weirdly calming.

Vegeta soars higher and higher in the sky, taking your breath away, now more out of awe than fear. A captivating nightscape of city lights is unfolding beneath you. The wind whips your face like a stormy sea, and if you squint into the darkness, you can see the tapestry of flickering lights being swallowed by the night sky's black. His warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "Ready to fly?" You nod against him , snaking your arms around his neck, to get a better grip on him. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, not knowing what to expect, as you feel your body moving horizontally. Vegeta slowly picks up the pace, making you feel that same sensation you had as a kid every time you swayed too high on the swing. As you open your eyes, a gasp escapes your lips. Flying, the sensation of it, feels more exhilarating than you ever imagined. Seeing the world rushing by beneath you makes you feel more alive than ever before.

The one time you dare to shift in his strong embrace and look at his face, slightly illuminated by the densely knit lights from below, you see a softness residing there, shadowed behind thick, dark lashes.