#saiyan au

[deusvervewrites]

Saiyan x Cheshire x Minamorphosis: Mina and Izuku have no idea how they know each other, no memories of the past few months, and no knowledge of where all those extremely strong powers came from. What they do know, however, is that for some reason they are fully prepared to kill for one another.

Hm.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 22: Alien Abduction(Obsession)

warnings/kinks: alien abduction, Saiyan AU, bondage, mentions of violence and death, unprotected sex, slight mentions of being in heat, creampies pairings: Broly x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

Everything happened so fast when the Saiyans first came to earth. Anyone who opposed them were killed, and everyone else was enslaved. Most of the women had been spared and the ones who were fertile were given a pretty good life. You were one of those women, and you lived in a facility that housed all the fertile women. There you had a routine every day and it never really changed. You had to eat three meals a day, take fertility drugs and then at night you might be selected to be bred.

Most nights, you escaped that last treatment. Most of the other women were selected, but the Saiyans felt you were much too soft for their tastes. Eventually, they began to swap stories about you. The ones who had been lucky enough to fuck you said you were perfect. But the prince found you much too sweet and soft for his tastes. But he had just the Saiyan in mind for you.

 Broly was someone who couldn’t control his anger and power properly, but Vegeta knew that you would be the perfect little thing for Broly to play with. When you met Broly, you were scared. He was so big and you swore he would split you in half if he were to fuck you. It was pretty innocent at first, and he got to know you more and more.

But one night, he couldn’t content himself with jerking off to thoughts of you. He had to have you. And now he was feeling even more needier than ever. It was the full moon and though he didn’t have his tail anymore, he was feeling so ready to breed.

So the prince decides to give you to Broly. Broly was more than pleased to hear this. After waiting so long for you, he would finally be able to have you all to himself. You wake up after a long, deep sleep and you’re strapped to a table. It’s not uncomfortable but you’re a little worried. Broly is the only one in the room with you, and you feel a little more at ease. But with the way his eyes are shining in that moonlight coming in from the window, it does worry you a little bit.

“Finally,” he breathes in deeply as he walks closer to your small frame on the table. “All mine.”

“B-Broly, wait…”

But he isn't having any of this. He wants you now and he’s going to take what he needs. He rips the clothing off of you, making you shiver at suddenly being exposed to him. Broly watches as your nipples harden and how you keep rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve the sexual tension.

“I can smell you already,” Broly says to you. His voice is so deep.

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say that. It’s naughty.”

He doesn’t really care about that. Usually he would want to take his time and taste you, but tonight he is feeling extra horny. The moon is at its peak and it’s making him feel the need to breed even more so. He has your feet bound in these large stirrups, and it keeps your thighs parted just for him. He pulls his pants down and your mouth waters as you watch his incredible girth slaps against his abdomen.

But it’s when you cry out as he pushes his cock into your little hole, that’s what drives him even more into his lust for you. It doesn’t take long for Broly to begin pounding away at your little pussy, making you cry out and beg him to slow down. But the lust for you has become the only thing that consumes his every thought, and he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to. It’s all too much for him and he can’t stop.

“So good,” he grunts as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. “Feels so good.”

He’s panting and grunting, the pleasure taking hold of him like nothing before. It’s like something deep inside of him is telling him to fill you with his cum over and over, and Broly has every intention of doing just that. He doesn’t even think you’ll be able to walk when he is done with you.

“Broly,” you whine as he fucks you hard, “slow down!”

He growls, “I can’t! I can’t!”

His heavy balls slap against your ass with every thrust. He’s close now, and he knows he’ll be able to slow down once he cums. Broly just needs to fill you with his seed first. It’ll make this gnawing need deep inside of him calm down and he’ll be able to think a little more clearly this way. The closer he gets, the more his growls become louder and more desperate.

“Gonna cum!” He roars loudly, and his hips snap faster and harder. 

You try to brace yourself, but the pleasure seems to be taking hold of you too. A few more thrusts, and your eyes roll back as you fall off the edge. The pulsing and clenching of your walls causes Broly’s hips to stutter, and he’s spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. Eventually, he rests his head against your chest as he catches his breath.

“More,” Broly mumbles as he sucks on one of your nipples. “I need more.”

[spilledbeans116]

I keep seeing people talking about how they wish there were more “planet Vegeta never got destroyed” Vegeta x reader AU fics and I want to SO BADLY SHOVE the princess saga in their face BUT I REFRAIN BECAUSE IM SHY

Like please read my fic I love it so much and I love Vegeta so much AGDHAGDJAGDJQ and it’s completed and fully posted here on ao3 and here on wattpad

Ask me questions about it in my ask box PLEASE GIVE ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!!

It’s in my brain rn

[dbzkaka]

If there's one thing Kakarot hates about planet purging, its the soot that covers his tail.

[vegetas-mustache]

I wrote ahead a little in my 318 gladiator story, so have a chapter even though I’ve been perishing of sleepy and depression lately!

Mind the tags, minors DNI. This is an explicit fic for violence and sex.

[exileofthelostones]

The main series, and the biggest reason, for this AU's existence! Please give it a looksee, and leave feedback!

[mysticfics]

[chickenoptyrx]

...this is dumb. That background was legit just a last min attempt to fill in empty space and this whole thing is just.. look im watchin ocean dub rn.

Its from this bit when hes about to kill gohan :T

[grimmcheems]

What if Chichi died from the heart virus instead of Goku….

So I made this AU a long time ago but haven’t drawn it till now. Have a short fic in the writing with this concept but who knows when I’ll finish it lmao. Other than that, I see saiyan lore potential that Vegeta will share with Bulma that sort of explains Goku’s need to distance himself from everyone after Chichi’s death.

Saiyans are a ‘mate’ race, and since they initially were conquering planets (pre-Frieza), they usually died alongside their mates. So this left little possibility of one dying off on another planet while leaving their spouse/mate behind. It’s unusual for saiyans to die before their other partner, they are a pair species so they usually share the same lifespans anyways. This leaves Goku devastated and instinctively in a depression, along with the exception that he also isn’t like other saiyans, the usual saiyan would t*ke their own l*fe but he is just trying to process the grief of losing her so suddenly. Vegeta has only seen this instance happen like twice when he was younger and with his father handling it and explaining to him the biology behind it.

As for Gohan, he is devastated and goes through denial for a solid month until Goku decides to leave him with Vegeta and Bulma. He has to deal with his grief in his own way and without the help of his father, which makes him resent him for a small time until he finally comes to terms with his mother’s death and tries to understand his father and what he might be going through. On the bright side he learns a lot from Vegeta while he stays with his family and grows up for a bit with Trunks. Trunks starts to view Gohan as an older brother during the time he’s with them and they remain close later on in the story.

Everyone else (all of Goku’s other friend’s) is surprised and shocked at the news and they each feel guilty for not attempting to connect with Chichi beyond surface level interactions but they soon appreciate the little moments she shared with them before her untimely death, leading them to believe and later on confirm that she knew she had the virus.

Goku takes years to try and improve himself and find ways to provide for and raise Gohan before he finally takes him out of Vegeta and Bulma’s hands. The two are awkward at first but they quickly comfort each other before they arrive back in their lonely home where they last shared a moment with her.

Overall very angst lmao. Also Goku and Gohan are wearing versions of Chichis outfits, Goku is wearing the light green version of the gown I have Chichi in a previous art I made, Gohan is in her signature purple outfit.

[wishballs]

An alternative reality in which Rulah is a field reporter(for Saiyan Daily).

https://www.tumblr.com/wishballs/672504319562661888/saiyan-daily

[bahnloopi]

[DBS AU] Therapy Therapies will care for a distressed Sento Saiyan to either prevent an Oozaru transformation or calm them back to base form should they transform.

Sentos are aware the energy in the atmosphere of the planet coupled with intense negative emotions such as hatred or depression will trigger their Oozaru transformation. Therapies were put in place to prevent chain reaction transformations from destroying the planet.

Therapies duties include: physical therapy, community aid, along with Oozaru Control. A squad of Therapies are stationed within every Sento tribe.

[deusvervewrites]

Saiyan: The first time she's seen flying, Tsuyu is misidentified as a member of the Crane School because the Crane Hermit's Sky Dance is the only Earth-developed flying ability, and she didn't get it from the Saiyan or a Quirk.

I thought about this too, since it comes up in canon Dragon Ball that they recognize the Crane School that way, but Inko publicly flying (and possibly All Might and Cathleen) means it's not as suspicious

[ap-kinda-lit]

I’m too lazy to draw it and too excited to wait but this is my Saiyan Squad AU in a nutshell

[spilledbeans116]

DBZ: The Princess Saga

Ch. 2: The Dance - Vegeta x Reader - 3,385 Words - SFW

// Vegeta x fem!reader // Uses Y/N // Saiyan AU //

Read Part 1 here!!!

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    Brushing your hair was quite easy, and you smoothed it out with your hands afterwards to prevent it from frizzing up. The dress, however, proved to be the difficult part. Your jumper was stretchy and fit your body snuggly, no zippers or buttons required. The satin dress, while still form fitting, required a zipper that you couldn’t pull up all the way. Had you been in your room, where you wanted to be, you could simply step out and ask one of the hundreds of other maids for help. However, you were not in your room and there were no other maids around.

    A knock came at the door; It was actually more of a loud banging. “Woman, what the hell is taking you so long?” The prince's voice rang out, pissed to all hell. What else was new?

    “I can’t reach the zipper!” You called back. The banging stopped and you heard an annoyed sigh. 

    “Just open the damned door and I’ll zip it for you so we can leave.”

    You paused for a moment, making sure to hold up the top of the dress and cover yourself. You tried once again to zip it up from the small of your back to no avail. You sighed and opened the door, making sure to have your back to the prince.

    After the door was open, there was no sound of footsteps coming to help. “Uh, Vegeta? The door is open.” Your tail swished behind you anxiously as you waited for the prince to do something.

    Then the sound of his dress shoes clacked against the tile to you, where you felt his warm hand grip the zipper. He paused as you pulled your hair away from your back, and he pulled up sharply to close the dress. The sleeveless dark blue gown highlighted your shoulders nicely, and complimented the prince’s cape. The folds were soft, and the way the top of it was cut showed off your chest. You looked good in fancy attire.

    You heard the prince turn on heel and quickly make his way to his room's door. “Hurry up,” he grunted, not even bothering to wait as you slipped on your shoes and blue scouter and ran after him. To be fair, his face was as red as a flame and he didn’t want you to see. He opened the door and you smiled as you saw the big bald saiyan waiting out in the hallway.

    “Vegeta, why is your face-“

    “Shut it Nappa now let’s go get this damned thing over with.” You fell in stride with Nappa as you both walked down the hallway behind the prince, with you on the right and Nappa on the left. Your dress billowed behind you as you walked briskly down the hall. The hallway was decorated with ornate gold statues, blue flowers, and sloping ceilings. Vegeta had ordered the walls to be decorated with the ancient tapestries depicting the legendary super saiyan, who’s hair shown bright gold and his eyes a blinding blue. They were stunning depictions, but still just legends all the same.

    “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful!” Nappa smiled at you. As scary as the older saiyan looked, he truly was a sweetheart. 

    “Thank you Nappa. You clean up nicely yourself,”  you grinned. He was wearing the dressier model of your everyday armor, which you had the same version of in your closet. The body suit underneath was black, with a dark gray chest plate and dark blue stomach piece. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist and his scouter piece glowed blue as it picked up the power levels of the servants you passed.

    “No one complimented my appearance,” Vegeta growled, not bothering to look behind himself.

    “I think you look quite handsome, sire,” you smiled softly as he turned to meet your eyes. He seemed annoyed, but what you could not see was his tail whipping around wildly under his cape and the blush that came to his cheeks as he faced forwards again.

    “Yeah Vegeta! You look all grown up!” Nappa said as he clapped his hands together. 

    “He still looks like a mama's boy to me,” the person stepping up next to Nappa laughed. He was wearing the same outfit as the older saiyan, but his long, dark hair was a stark contrast from the bald man.

    “Raditz! You made it!” Nappa laughed heartily, swinging his arm around Raditz’s shoulder. “Where’s Kakarot?”

    “Right here!” Kakarot smiled, stepping up to the other side of you. “Hey Y/N! Wow, you look really pretty!”

    You smiled in return and glanced over his outfit; it was the same as the one the other two had on. You went to thank him before Vegeta cut you off. “Don’t compliment her Kakarot, her ego is already bad enough as is.”

    “That’s ironic coming from you,” Raditz grumbled under his breath. As annoying as the prince could be, you enjoyed the little group that came with your job. They hadn’t been as welcoming of you at first, but once you trained with them you had earned their respect. It helped that you shared meals with Raditz and Kakarot almost every evening; at least, the ones when you weren’t with the prince babying his every need. For those, a good chunk of the time Nappa joined the two of you as well. It was also a bit of a help that you grew up in the same area as Kakarot, so you sort of knew him before starting work at the castle.

    “So Vegeta, are you ready to find a mate?” Raditz asked, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone but Vegeta and Nappa chuckled. Nappa gave a slight frown, to which you raised an eyebrow at.

    “I’m ready to get this damned night behind me.” He grunted, stepping up to the ballroom doors. “Don’t act like idiots. Woman, stay by me.” 

    You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yes sire.”

    Kakarot and Raditz opened the doors as you, Vegeta, and Nappa walked into the room together. A hush befell the room and everyone kneeled as the prince went past. This was the part of the banquets he enjoyed; the part where everyone honored his lineage and power. It made him feel strong and caused his ego to flare up to an even higher level of unbearable. Your tail wrapped tightly around your waist as you stared at the bowed heads of the prince’s servants and followers.

    The prince sat on his throne beside his father, where Nappa stood with you to the right of the prince (you being the closest) and Raditz and Kakarot took their places to the left of the king. 

    “You may rise,” the King's booming voice echoed throughout the chamber as Vegeta huffed in annoyance, not wanting the moment to be over. Each separate house had selected a prime saiyan woman made for the title of queen to be presented to the prince later in the night. Out of all of them, he’d choose his favorite, based on his tastes alone, to dance with. 

    “Woman, fetch me-“ the prince began, but his father quieted him.

    “Son, they are not here to serve you tonight. Go and enjoy yourselves, as I doubt this will happen again.” You glanced at Nappa, wide eyed, who seemed just as shocked as you. The four of you bowed.

    “Thank you, my king,” you all echoed in unison. Vegeta said something hurriedly to his father, who shook his head and continued to watch the crowds of high society mingle.

    You tossed a glance over your shoulder at the prince, giving a soft wave as he rolled his eyes. He tossed his hand over the right arm rest and let it dangle beside the throne as he smirked and flicked you off. You stuck your tongue out at him as you walked to the table and began to make a plate full of snacks.

    “Man, I thought he would have been a lot happier to have women swooning over him all night. I sure would be,” Raditz grumbled, grabbing food off the table and shoving it into his mouth. Nappa elbowed him and Raditz began to choke as Kakarot slapped his back repeatedly. Raditz then swallowed sharply and gasped for air as Nappa shoved a plate into his hands. Having served the prince for so long, you had some idea of the manners required for tonight, and Nappa was a saiyan elite born into the higher class and had been taught the basics since birth. It was clear, however, that Raditz and Kakarot did not fall into either category and therefore stuck out like a sore thumb.

    “Maybe he’s shy!” Kakarot whispered, piling his plate high with the finger foods. 

    “No, he’s just…” Nappa looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself as music began to play.

    “He’s just full of himself.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. The four of you took a seat at one of the empty tables and began to eat your food. The table was covered in a white table cloth, with fancy silverware, napkins, candles, and a large bouquet of blue and gold flowers in the middle. The decorations matched the rest of the ballroom, which had marble and gold floors and vases of large plants hanging from the pillars holding up the ceiling. Vegeta and his father’s thrones were golden of course, with the cushions a bright red, standing out in the midst of the blue, white and gold decorations. The thrones sat perched above the dance floor, with marble steps and a dark blue carpet leading directly to its edge. 

    You had to admit, as silly as this whole thing was, it truly was one of the fanciest things you had ever been to in your life.

    “Look at those dopes, dancing around with their noses in the air,” Raditz rolled his eyes and continued to shove food in his mouth, spewing a bit onto the table as he continued. “They think they’re better than us.”

    “They are better than us,” you sighed sadly.

    “Aw come on Y/N, don’t talk like that.” Kakarot frowned slightly. “I don’t think anyone is better than us.”

    “Maybe Frieza,” Nappa grunted, earning a laugh from the four of you.

    “See any girls that catch your eye, Nappa?” Raditz smirked, nudging the older saiyan with his elbow.

    “Nah, they’re all too prissy pants for me,” Nappa chuckled. “Not my type.”

    “And too young for Nappa!” Kakarot laughed, spewing food everywhere again as he shoveled more into his mouth.

    “I don’t know, I think that one over there looks pretty nice,” Raditz smirked, pointing his fork at a taller saiyan woman, wearing a battle chestplate over her purple dress. Her hair was long, and she was the only one not dancing alongside the suitors. She was also the only one wearing armor as a suitor tonight. Instead of dancing, she was laying with her arms crossed against one of the pillars, glaring as the other women made fools of themselves with their silly gala dances. Her head swiveled to meet your eyes and you quickly looked elsewhere, a chill running down your spine.

    “I think Vegeta shares your thoughts Raditz!” Kakarot giggled, nodding his head towards the prince. You looked over to see he was staring at the girl with a curious expression, and you felt your heart falter slightly. You couldn’t help the frown that came to your face. 

    “Hey no sour expressions!” Kakarot nudged you gently. “This is a fun night! We never get food this tasty in the barracks!” 

    You gave a sad smile and nodded. “Yeah I guess you have a point there.” Nappa was staring at you weirdly again and you bristled. “What is it, Nappa?”

    “Do you know how to dance?” He asked suddenly.

    “Nappa, I was born by the city limits in a tiny hut, do you think I can ballroom dance?” You laughed. “That’s like asking if Raditz can dance!”

    “Hey! I’ll have you know I can and I’m decent at it!” Raditz huffed, crossing his arms and frowning while his brother giggled.

    “You can’t ballroom dance to save your life!” Kakarot laughed, causing his brother to smack the back of his head. “Hey what did ya do that for?”

    Nappa shook his head as he chuckled and took off his scouter. “Come on, I’ll show you how.”

    You glanced around nervously at the hundreds of high class saiyans talking amongst themselves or waltzing around the dance floor. “I don’t-“

    “Come on, they all know me here and they won’t think twice of it.” He stood up and offered you a hand, which you took hesitantly before taking off your scouter as well. As soon as it was set down on the table, he yanked you to a corner of the dance floor.

    He placed one of your hands on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He then grabbed your remaining hand in his and held it to the side of you two. You could barely reach his shoulder, and his hand on your waist felt massive; gods he was a huge dude. 

    “Alright now step in time with me. And a 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.” You awkwardly waltzed around with Nappa, who was surprisingly a light dancer on his feet. His white boots clacked around the ballroom while you stumbled around with him to the music.

    “Wow Y/N, you’re horrible at this!” He laughed quietly as you rolled your eyes and smiled.

    “Gee, thanks big guy. I didn’t know I was dancing with the prince.” That earned a hearty laugh from your dance partner, who quickly quieted down and apologized after the dirty looks he got from the other dancers.

    “I’m only pulling your tail. You’re not too bad for a newbie,” he smiled; It was a sincere smile and warmed your heart a bit as you continued to be terrible at waltzing.

    “Thanks Nappa.” You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the prince, who was now staring at you and Nappa. You floated up a bit and gave a soft smile from over Nappa’s shoulder before he seemed to huff, cross his arms, and look elsewhere. What a cranky man. Then again you’d probably be bored sitting up there too, watching as everyone else at a dance hosted in your honor got to have fun and you didn’t.

   “Has Vegeta always been this cranky?” You asked Nappa quietly, touching down onto the floor again.

    He nodded his head. It was well known that besides being Vegeta’s trainer, the large man also acted as his nanny of sorts; a second dad if you will. Vegeta, although he’d never admit it to his face, looked up to Nappa as more of a father than his actual dad.

     “For as long as I can remember, he was always the way he is; spoiled and grumpy.” 

    You chuckled at his response. “That sounds about right. I can’t even imagine him as a kid.” You had been working by Vegeta’s side for six years now, and you were the first maid that stayed longer than five days without quitting or pleading insanity from his attitude. 

    Nappa’s stare blanked for a moment before a soft smile grew on the older man’s face. “Actually, before he went to work under Frieza, there was just a small bit of time where he was no different from any other saiyan child.”

    “I can’t imagine what that was like for him,” you said, glancing again at the spikey haired prince, watching as he talked quietly to his father.

   “He got over it quickly, not like he had a choice.” Nappa began to smile, staring off wistfully as he thought of the past. “He used to have bangs.” 

    You gasped. “No he did not!” You, of course, already knew this, having seen the prince on the television during his father’s speeches as a child. Yet, you didn’t want to disrupt the older saiyan’s happy memories.

    “He used to act like a kid too, whining for toys and to go play outside. Of course he couldn’t just play anywhere, so he would climb the tree in the courtyard while I watched from the benches.”

    You smiled as Nappa talked about the young prince with such admiration. When it came down to it, it was clear Nappa thought of Vegeta as his son as well. When he was in the middle of talking about how he’d carry the prince above his head and Vegeta would pretend he was a rocket, a tap on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

    “Hey Y/N!” Kakarot smiled. “Mind if I steal a dance? I’ve been practicing!” He motioned over to Raditz, who was now mumbling curse words under his breath as he sat back down at the table and once again began to pile food into his mouth with reckless abandon.

    “Oh, uh, sure! If Nappa doesn’t mind that is!” You replied, glancing up at the bald saiyan.

    Nappa scrunched up his face for a second and glanced in the prince’s direction. “Uh… I guess for a bit wouldn’t hurt.”

    “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick!” Kakarot smiled again. He was always so happy for a saiyan; sometimes you forgot he wasn’t just an off worlder. If it wasn’t for his tail, you wouldn’t believe he was the same species as you.

    Nappa flawlessly switched his hands out with Kakarot’s as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He went over and started talking to Raditz as Kakarot spun you around quickly.

    “Woah woah woah we gotta keep pace with everyone else!” You laughed as he spun you faster.

    “This is more fun though!” He smiled. “They’re too slow!”

    You laughed and agreed but made him slow down anyway. The two of you were getting glares from the suitors as you shared the dance floor with them, but for once you didn’t care. The king had been right; when would you ever get to do something like this again?

    “Why did you want to dance?” You chuckled, staring up into his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about it a bit before he gave his response.

    “I was bored!” You felt like a rock just got dropped on your head but you laughed anyway. He could be really stupid but his personality was refreshing. You began to fill in with the rest of the dancers, all of whom were now paired up with a male servant and dancing around the room, their brightly colored ball gowns that depicted their houses swirling together in a blur of rainbow colors. You and Kakarot were no different, even if your outfits were less grand and your colors belonged to the prince's royal guard. Vegeta thought he had only glanced away for a moment before he realized he couldn’t find Nappa’s tall, bald, satellite head circling the dance floor with you. 

    “Where the hell are they,” he grumbled, spotting Nappa at the table with Raditz. The two were caught up in an intense conversation, with you nowhere to be found.

    “Looking for your entourage?” The king chuckled darkly. Vegeta just grunted and looked away from his father, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and placing his chin in his hand.

    “Hardly see why you would care.” He grunted.

    “I quite like the two of them together. They seem close.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father’s words.

    “Nappa is as old as you father, I hardly doubt anyone else thinks that.”

    “Not him you oaf, the saiyan boy. What’s his name? I don’t recall it… Bardock’s son.” Vegeta’s head immediately whipped up as his onyx eyes scanned the dance floor only to find you waltzing around with none other than Kakarot. His loose grip on his chin changed to a tight grip on both armrests of the throne, the intricate gold designs cracking under his hands. 

    “How ideal. He’s a good fighter, isn’t he? I know she has proved herself to be one as well. Their offspring would benefit our armies an undeniable amount.”

    “The hell are you talking about, old man?” Vegeta spat, his eyes never leaving the two of you. 

    “Watch your tone, boy,” the king frowned. Vegeta didn’t even notice, watching as you smiled up at Kakarot and the two of you held onto each other. It made him feel a pit of uneasiness in his stomach; he felt disgusted by it. 

    There was no way he was jealous. He was the prince of all saiyans damn it! He watched as you stumbled and Kakarot caught you, holding you closer and continuing to laugh. Okay, maybe he was jealous. Not of your affections or the fact that Kakarot was able to hold your soft hands and your curving waist, or that Kakarot got to stare down at you in that gorgeous, deep blue dress. Not that you were wearing his colors and looked as beautiful as ever in it. Not even because his father talked about you and Kakarot’s potential children like it was set in stone. No, of course not. He was jealous his damned rival got to waltz around the floor and he did not. At least, that’s what he told himself.

    “Actually, I’ve thought about it before as well. With you finding a mate of your own soon, I’ve drafted a letter to the girl's parents, offering an arranged marriage of her and Bardock’s son.” Vegeta's right hand snapped off the top of the arm rest and he tossed it to the side as he stood up abruptly. 

    “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His father growled. Vegeta took another step down the blue carpet and towards the dance floor.

    Kakarot was spinning you so fast again to the point that you were seeing stars. “Kakarot I’m gonna throw up, stop it!” You laughed dizzily.

     “Me too!” He chuckled, coming to a slow stop. “Alright I’ve had my fun, I need some water!” You let go of his hand and placed both on his shoulders as the two of you laughed in the middle of the dance floor.

    “WOMAN!” The prince’s voice rang out, high above the music and the dancing of the crowd. Everyone immediately stopped dancing or talking and the band stopped playing abruptly, turning to look at the prince to see who he was calling out to. You were no different, and a feeling of uneasiness washed over your entire body. He called every female “woman,” but when your eyes met his you knew he was speaking to you.

    “Move.” He spat at the crowd, and they parted out of his path. He looked furious, but the suitors didn’t seem to care. Some bowed to him as he walked past, others curtsied. A select few reached out to him but he shouldered his way past them. When he reached you and Kakarot, he stopped, reaching out a hand.

    “You’re dancing with me now,” he spat.

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Serious conversations, life-changing decisions...

(I drew a little twist on the "Gohan is kidnapped by Raditz" AU! Feel free to read the blurb for context).

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