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(DBZ) King Saiya and Lord Kakarot: Chapter 1 -- The Invaders are...Vegeta and Goku!?

Four years after the defeat of Majin Boo, a spaceship lands on Earth, and a couple of very familiar faces disembark... (2.5k words / canon-typical comedy and violence / mild VegeKaka (AU) and VegeBul)

More context/background can be found here!

(NOTE: this is the roughest of rough drafts; a more polished version will be going up on AO3 at some point. Comments, feedback, constructive criticism, etc are not only welcome but invited!)

4 YEARS AFTER THE DEFEAT OF MAJIN BOO

A SPACESHIP LANDS ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF NORTH CITY

“So, Kakarot, this is the place?” The first Saiyan is small, with sharp eyes and hair like black flames, cape fluttering in the wind as the gangplank of the ship lowers, radiating authority. “Earth?”

“Sure is, Saiya! I honestly wasn’t expecting to feel this nostalgic, but I guess I was here for over 20 years.” The second Saiyan is taller, hair a mess of spikes, face open and friendly and containing a spark of annihilation. “...well, not here. You know what I mean.”

“Let’s get something to eat first,” Saiya says, gesturing at the soldiers behind them, a handful of whom break off and follow the Saiyans as they disembark. “I’m dying to try this Earth cuisine you’ve told me so much about.”

“Good plan, I’m starving! That, and I bet if we make enough of a fuss they’ll come to us anyways.”

“Exactly. Now, what are you in the mood for?”

“Dim sum! No, wait, maybe Korean barbecue… Or ramen? Oh, but pizza’s good too, and there’s always burgers… Let’s just get everything!”

Goku was training when his phone rang.

“Oh, hey Krillin! Wassup?” he said, still throwing punches with his free hand. “You haven’t called in a minute!”

“Did you see the video I sent you?” Krillin asked, voice just a bit shaky.

“You sent me a video?”

“You should watch it.”

Goku opened the video.

“North City News here, with another incident of extraterrestrial invasion! At approximately 11 AM today, the spacecraft you see behind me landed here, on the outskirts of North City. Witnesses claim that two Saiyans -- you heard that right, the same Saiyan race that caused so much chaos all those years ago -- disembarked, along with a dozen alien soldiers! These invaders are now occupying He-Tap Banquet Hall, demanding food be brought to them on threat of death! And now, Clark Kleek, live from that very banquet hall!”

“Thanks, Jakeson. This is Clark Kleek with North City News, here at ground zero of the second Saiyan invasion of Earth, risking life and limb to bring you this live interview! Excuse me, sir, are you the leader of this invasion?”

“...the hell do you mean, second invasion? Never mind, you can explain off the air. Listen up, puny Earthlings! I am King Saiya and this is my consort Lord Kakarot; together, we are the last of the glorious Saiyan race! Count your blessings, because we have no interest in conquering your pathetic backwater planet! We’re here for the Dragon Balls! So if you know what those are, you’d better get in touch before we run out of food…and patience.”

“Thank you for that chilling comment, sir-- I mean, your highness! Anything else you’d like to add?”

“Oh, oh, we want a fondue! A cheese one, and a chocolate one!”

The clip cut there.

“...was that Vegeta?” Goku asked, frowning at his phone. “Was that me?”

“I don’t know!” said Krillin. “They said they’re Saiyans, but their uniforms look completely different, and Kakarot’s got the same name as you but I’ve never even heard of a King Saiya!”

“Well, I guess I’d better head over before they run out of food -- I know how cranky that can make me.”

“You’d better! I’m on my way too, as soon as I let everyone know. I’m calling Vegeta next!”

“Thanks, Krillin! You’re a pal.”

Fifteen minutes later, Goku was in front of the banquet hall, along with Vegeta and Bulma. “Where’s the others?”

“The bald shrimp is still informing everyone,” Vegeta said, glaring at the door with arms crossed. “But the plan is for us to go in ourselves. We still don’t have a grasp of the situation; there’s no sense in showing our full hand yet.”

“Sure, sure, that makes sense… But why’re you here, Bulma?”

“Did you not catch the part where other you--” she pointed at Goku “--and other you--” she pointed at Vegeta “--are consorts? I’m not missing that.”

“Yeah, I was surprised too! Like, it took Boo for us to team up, so I wonder what did it for them?”

“You don’t know what ‘consort’ means, do you,” Bulma sighed.

“...doesn’t it mean they fight together as a team?”

“That would be bad enough,” Vegeta said through gritted teeth, “but no. A royal consort is the king’s…partner.”

“But that’s what I said!”

“Goku, those two are married.”

Goku’s jaw dropped. “Wait… You mean like…”

“Like you and Chi-chi, yes.”

“...huh!” He elbowed Vegeta, who was still fuming. “I guess they really do get along better than us!”

“One more word and I will destroy this planet and everyone on it before they get the chance…!”

“Like hell you will,” Bulma said, grabbing an arm from each of them and pulling them towards the door. “Now quit flirting and come on, I want the whole story here!”

“King Saiya! Lord Kakarot!” the head guard at the door said, snapping to attention, before glancing back through the doors into the banquet hall. “...wait a second, you’re not…”

“Let us in, small fry,” Bulma said, stepping forward. “Your bosses asked about Dragon Balls, right? Well, we’re the ones who know where to find them.”

The guard tapped his scouter, then jolted as he looked at Goku and Vegeta, almost falling over himself to lead them in. “Y-yes ma’am! Right away sirs! Your highnesses, these people say they have information about the Dragon Balls!”

“Good timing,” said Saiya, feet up on the table, a drumstick in one hand. “This irritating human just finished explaining the circumstances of the last Saiyan invasion. Out of my presence,” he said, shooing away the reporter, before turning to look at the trio that just entered. “So you must be this timeline’s Vegeta and Kakarot… I thought the continued existence of the human race was proof that you didn’t exist, but it turns out you’re just incompetent.”

“He’s the only one who calls me Kakarot,” Goku said, jerking his head at Vegeta. “I am Son Goku, defender of Earth…and I am not incontinent.”

“...well, there’s definitely something wrong with you,” Kakarot said through a mouth full of ramen.

“If we start talking about everything wrong with Kakarot, we’ll be here all day,” Vegeta said, crossing his arms. “What I want to know is why you’re calling yourself King Saiya. I’m assuming it’s in honor of the original Saiyan homeworld, but why change your name at all?”

“But I thought the Saiyan homeworld was Sadala!” Goku said.

Vegeta sighed through his teeth. “How many times do I have to go over this? We started out on planet Saiya, which is why we’re called Saiyans; when Saiya was destroyed, we relocated to Sadala, and when Sadala was destroyed, we relocated to Vegeta. This isn’t complicated, Kakarot!”

“If you’re done with the remedial history?”

“Yes, yes, go on.”

“It’s simple,” Saiya said with a shrug and a smirk. “I was Prince Vegeta because I was the heir to planet Vegeta, but after taking over Freeza’s forces and reestablishing the magnificent Saiyan empire, that was no longer adequate. I considered ‘Emperor,’ but that just felt like showing off.”

“...you took over Freeza’s forces?” Vegeta said. “How the hell did you…”

“Well, first we killed him,” said Kakarot. “It was a breeze after we went Super Saiyan.”

“Oh wow, you’re Super Saiyans?” Goku said. “We’re Super Saiyans!”

“Thank Beerus for that; if you weren’t even a Super Saiyan, you’d really be an embarrassment of an alternate self.”

“Speaking of Freeza, you’re not still working for him, are you?” Saiya said, eyeing Vegeta’s space armor.

“Of course not! He’s dead!”

“And yet you’re still wearing the uniform of his forces,” Saiya said with a hmph. “Don’t you have any pride as a Saiyan?”

“...oh no,” muttered Bulma, covering her face with a hand.

“Do I…” Vegeta’s fists were clenched, energy crackling around him. “Do I, Prince Vegeta, have any…”

“Alright, best buddy, take it easy,” Goku said, putting a hand on his shoulder only to have it swiped off.

“Shut up, Kakarot! And you, Saiya or whatever you want to call yourself, what kind of pathetic excuse for a member of Saiyan royalty not only fights alongside a low-class warrior, but takes him as his consort? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, having to rely on strength that isn’t your own!?”

Saiya and Kakarot exchanged a glance. “...you two aren’t together?” Saiya asked.

“Of course not!” Vegeta snapped. “The thought of being…intimate, with him, makes me want to puke!”

“I was already married when he came to Earth,” Goku said with a shrug.

“Oh, really?” Kakarot said, leaning forward over the table. “To who? How’d it happen?”

“Well, when I was a kid, I met this girl named Chi-chi, and she said when I was grown up, I should come back and ask for her hand, and I said yes because I thought she was talking about food or something, and then I kinda forgot about it until I was a teenager and we met again at a tournament and she reminded me, but I did promise, so after I beat Piccolo we went and got married!”

There was a moment of stunned silence from Saiya and Kakarot. “...were you dropped as a baby or something?” Kakarot finally asked.

“How’d you know?”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Kakarot sighed, sinking back into his seat and shoving a pork bun into his mouth. “Let me guess: you lost your Saiyan instinct for conquest that way too?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Which is why the planet’s still inhabited, and probably why your Vegeta came here, and why you were enemies,” Kakarot said, nodding. “Okay, this is starting to come together now.”

“None of this matters!” Vegeta said, energy flaring. “Tell us why you’re here so we can get on to the fighting!”

“That’s the first thing you’ve said that actually sounds like me,” Saiya said, smirking. “Alright, I’ll keep this simple for the simpleton. We’re the last two Saiyans in our timeline, and when we die, so does the Saiyan race. With the power of the Dragon Balls, we can become immortal, and rule the galaxy in perpetuity; unfortunately, the Dragon Balls no longer exist in our timeline.”

“I killed the green guy on my Earth,” Kakarot said, “and Freeza destroyed Namek before anyone could wish for anything.”

“Exactly,” said Saiya, nodding. “So we came here, to a timeline where the Dragon Balls still exist, according to our sources. Of course, we weren’t expecting to run into ourselves, but it’s no matter. We have no business with you. We’re here for two reasons: to visit the world where my husband grew up, or at least the closest thing that still exists, and to wish for immortality. So fetch us the Dragon Balls, refill the fondue, and we won’t have to blow up this planet. Understood?”

“Sorry, but no can do,” Bulma said, stepping forward. “The Dragon Balls won’t be usable again for another eight months at least.”

“And who exactly is this supposed to be?”

“I’m Bulma Briefs -- genius inventor, Dragon Ball expert, and that guy’s wife,” she said, gesturing at Vegeta.

Kakarot’s eyebrows raised. Saiya went very still. “...excuse me?” Saiya finally said, turning to Vegeta. “Do you mean to tell me you married a human?”

“So what if I did?”

“You dare to criticize me for taking Kakarot -- one of the strongest men in the galaxy -- as my consort, while you’re married to a human? Is she even a warrior!?”

“Of course I’m not a warrior; what part of ‘genius inventor’ didn’t you get?”

“This is just humiliating,” Saiya said, resting a hand on his forehead. “For you, I mean. You should be humiliated by this. The Prince of All Saiyans, reduced to living on a backwater planet with an alien for a mate… I don’t know how this could get worse.”

“Hey, at least we can have kids,” Bulma muttered.

“And that’s how it gets worse,” Kakarot sighed.

“...excuse me?” Saiya said, grinding his teeth. “Do you mean to tell me that there are half-breed Saiyans running around on this planet?”

“Sure are!” said Goku. “I have two sons, and Vegeta has one, and they might even be stronger than us!”

“Don’t tell him that…!” Bulma hissed.

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

“Well, that settles it,” Saiya said, raising a hand towards Bulma and firing.

There was a flash of blinding light and a crash as half the far wall of the banquet hall collapsed.

For a moment, Vegeta just stood there, staring wide-eyed at the place his wife had been. Then he screamed, walls trembling as his ki built and built until it burst into gold hair and blue eyes and impossible rage. “My Bulma…!” he roared, lunging at Saiya.

“Wow, that was fast,” Kakarot said to Goku, who was standing a little ways to the side with a rather shaken Bulma. “I didn’t even see you move! Did you use that Instant Transmission thing?”

“You’ve got good eyes! I learned on Yardrat, I guess you never went there?”

“Yardrat…? Not ringing any bells. I might have to pay them a visit, though, that looks really convenient.”

“Oh, it is so convenient.”

“Can you please get me out of here?” Bulma said, staring as Vegeta and Saiya brought down more and more of the building around them.

“Right, right, yeah… Should probably let Vegeta know you’re okay first. Hey, Vegeta! Vegeta? I don’t think he’s listening.”

“I’m not dead, dummy!” Bulma yelled.

“Wait, what?” Vegeta paused in midair and was immediately gut-punched into the chandelier by Saiya. “You’re okay?” he said, shaking off crystal shards. “Oh. Well. That’s a relief.”

“Let me fix that,” Saiya said, starting to aim another blast, only to have Goku and Bulma pop out of existence. “...how do they keep doing that!?”

“Son Goku knows Instant Transmission!” Kakarot said. “Apparently he learned it on some planet called Yardrat, we should stop by on the way home!”

“Why not? We’ll be immortal; we’ll have nothing but time.” He turned back to Vegeta, smirking down at him. “But I’m adding one more thing for us to do before we leave Earth: kill two worthless excuses for Saiyans and their three filthy half-breed brats.”

Goku popped back into the room. “Dropped Bulma off with the gang. What’d I miss?”

“He wants to kill us and our children,” Vegeta said, eyes still locked with Saiya.

“What is your problem?” said Goku.

“Alright, boys, settle down,” Kakarot said, finally standing up from his chair, a tray of sushi in hand as he walked over. “It’s obvious this isn’t going to end without a fight,” he said in between bites, “and I’m sure none of us would have it any other way. So let’s make it a fight.” He stuffed the last of the sushi into his mouth, swallowed, and grinned at Goku. “There must be somewhere near here where we can really cut loose.”

Goku found himself smiling back. “I think I know a good place.”

NEXT: ONE-ON-ONE AGAINST THEMSELVES!

#dbz fic #stuff by me #king saiya and lord kakarot #kakavege

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imperfectercell · 2 years

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posted some tiny baby sized dbz fics ive written, will add on as i feel like it, current chapters are about Chronoa and Imperfect Cell respectively

#dbz #dbz fic #artstuff

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astral-mariner · 2 months

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Strength and Weakness

An illustration for a 3 Year Gap one-shot I wrote of the same title. Read here. (Content warning for very explicit erotica. Recommended for adults only.)

#vegeta #bulma #vegebul #dbz #dbz fics #astral art #astral writing

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dreadsuitsamus · 6 months

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Will | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this is for the always lovely @miss-taura! i hope you're starting to feel better, or that you start getting better quickly!! rest and hydrate 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: saiyan!reader, illness, mentions of death, mentions of frieza doing frieza things

Anxiety clings to Vegeta's stomach as he marches to your room on the Frieza station— you weren't at dinner tonight. It's unlike you, unlike any Saiyan warrior, and worry nags the Prince to his bones.

Of the Saiyans left, you're certainly his favorite. The bar is low, with your competition being Nappa and the Radish-boy, but you're still quite the cut above them. And your lack of presence is irritating, rude, and above all worth a princely tantrum.

Pounding on your door, his patience is too worn thin to properly wait for an answer. You haven't responded with the half second between his harsh knocks, so obviously he's got every single right to invite himself in. It's dark but his scouter clearly marks your exact position in your bed, and he hears your soft groan as the light from the hall floods in.

"What the hell, 'Geets?" Congestion plagues your sinuses, and a fever leaves you with harsh shivers as you glare at Vegeta with blurry eyes.

Vegeta scoffs and narrows his eyes as he steps further in, kicking the door shut behind him. "More like what the hell is up with you. You skipped dinner."

You cough into your shirt, flopping down pathetically onto your pillow. "I'm not hungry."

"A Saiyan is always hungry." Vegeta's arms cross over his broad chest as he tilts his head— he's not sure if he's ever seen you sick, or anybody else on this ship, for that matter.

A cold trickle of fear suddenly drips down his spine; Frieza certainly would find no use in nursing any of his army back to health, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate a particular bug spreading amongst the force.

He can't lose you like this.

Too tired to argue with him, you wave a hand in Vegeta's general direction. "Leave me be, 'Geets."

Vegeta nearly growls— you're far too uncaring. Do you have a death wish? He storms out of the room and you're far too ill to wonder what's gotten into him before another terrible coughing fit assaults you again.

Your consciousness fades in and out, though the next time you come to for longer than mere seconds, it's at Vegeta's shaking of your shoulder. His touch isn't particularly gentle, the rare occurrence never really is, but you can feel his effort of holding back. "Mmm…?"

"Sit up and eat, and take this too." A platter from the dining hall sits on the nightstand beside your bed, and a small caplet is flicked your way.

"Where did you find medicine?" Throat scratchy and burning at even breathing, a soft cough follows your question.

"It matters not. Just use it."

So he broke an international law somewhere, got it.

Your legs rub together unconsciously, begging the resulting friction for warmth. A Saiyan rarely feels so chilled, but it's as if you're iced to your very bones. Vegeta's jaw ticks and he doesn't put much thought into the why before he's stripped off a glove and pressed the back of his rarely-revealed hand against your forehead. His memories of his mother are frighteningly fading, but that is one of the few that holds strong and he can clearly remember of his late mother. He was young and felt awful for perhaps the first time in his life, and her gentle hand measuring his fever did wonders as a cure compared to all the bedrest and tonics.

Your watery eyes meet with Vegeta's as he moves to touch each cheek, his knuckles dragging along your skin and bumping over your nose. Eyes guarded, he turns his head and pulls back his palm. "You're running a fever. Eat now, and take the medicine. You're to be cured by tomorrow, understand?"

This motherfucker is giving my illness orders!

Opting for a dumb nod, your attention focuses on what he's brought you. Nothing too capable of potentially upsetting your stomach, it's easy to devour even with your fatigue crawling back by the second and the shivering from your fever slowly icing you more and more. You can hardly even notice Vegeta's too-quiet demeanor as he stares a hole into the carpeted floor, though to not see such a stoic side of the rather bratty, barbarous man that typically wears a smile of evil would be impossible.

"Done." Voice hardly capable of more than a whisper now, you set the plate aside and, large pill laid out on your tongue, finish off the first of the gallons of water he's thoughtfully provided you.

"Rest." His order is swift and gruff as he turns to leave, but your voice, quiet and unsure, calls for him to linger just a bit longer.

"T-Thank you, V-Vegeta." The tremors of your body are harsh enough to make your teeth audibly clash together, and the thin blanket wrapped around you couldn't possibly be enough to dispel this fever.

Breaking the fever will allow the medicine to work, and a little sigh pulls from his lips. You certainly always manage to break down a barrier he places, and usually it's fully unintentional and unknowing. But he cannot lose the last woman in his life, the last of the Saiyan race, and that's what has him stripping to his underwear and climbing into bed with you.

"'Geets…"

"Speak not a word further. Rest." He grumbles and unravels your wrapped form, inserting himself under the blanket with you. The heat radiating from him nearly makes your head spin as you grab the Prince's body despite how unbecoming this all is. The touch of his body isn't exactly foreign, though it certainly is in the manner of comfort rather than the training you've always known.

Vegeta's hold is tight. It's his duty as your Prince to keep you alive, though the warming of his cheeks when he gets a glimpse of your sleeping face suggests to himself it may not be as noble as he wishes.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #reader insert #x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball imagine #dbz imagine #dbz x reader #fic

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yeowangies · 6 months

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Cheeky

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PAIRING: Goku/AFAB!Reader/Broly RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content. WARNINGS: Exhibitionism and Veoyeurism. WORDCOUNT: 865

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For kinktober! Another completed wip that I didn't finish in time. I've been dying to write something with this two, and I have a wip I'll finish someday, but for now I'm happy with this 🥰 @carnal-lnstinct I know you'll enjoy this!

Day 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

It wasn’t a part of your plan to get intimate with Broly in the middle of your garden, but it had simply happened. And the only thing that worried you was the probability of getting stung by a bee or any other insect that might have been around. Living in the countryside had a lot of perks, and one of them was the isolation that came with it; you knew nobody would be watching while you were basically being pounded to the ground.

You had only recently started to go all the way with Broly, and technically you had yet to teach him about certain social norms when it came to sex, like privacy and modesty. At the same time, was it even worth it? You liked that he simply seeked you out when he wanted to. It warmed your heart seeing how adorable he was when he looked at you with big eyes as he carefully put his hands on your body, testing the waters.

You willingly let him do as he pleased, obviously, and that’s how you ended up with your face down on the grass with only your shirt on, ass up as he deliciously slid his cock in and out of your entrance. With his hands on your hips, he kept you firm in place, grunting breathlessly with every thrust.

It had taken you a while to get used to his size, but the stretch you felt every time Broly pushed his dick inside you elevated you to the highest heights you never even knew existed. You had only just started and you were already lost in the pleasure building up in your abdomen.

If it wasn’t for the sudden gush of air you felt, you might not have even noticed Goku had appeared just a few feet away from you, recognizing his boots once you opened your eyes.

“Woah…” You heard him murmur under his breath.

Panic rose up inside you and your face immediately heated up as you tried to get up but it was pointless with the tight grip Broly had on you.

“Wait, Broly-”

“Oh, no, don’t mind me!” Goku said way too casually. “Keep going! You’re doing good, Broly!”

If your face wasn’t already on fire, it was then. You couldn’t even see Broly, but you hoped to God he would stop. It was embarrassing that Goku out of all people had seen you going at it.

Of course, Broly did not stop, only muttering some words you didn’t quite get, an impossible task when his dick was directly stroking your sweetest spot, making you vibrate intensely. You couldn’t even protest properly with his pace and the harshness of his moves.

Goku was in your line of vision once you could focus, some feet away from you, sitting underneath a tree, and you could clearly see him now.

No way.

That blush on his face, the half lidded eyes, the small smile on his lips. He was turned on. By watching you and Broly fuck.

The idea of being watched was something you never considered, not with Goku at least. He didn’t seem like a sexual being, even with two kids of his own; but the way he was looking at you, with obvious hunger, made you see him in a completely different light.

You whimpered loudly when Broly buried his cock deep inside, digging his fingers into your flesh. Split open was an understatement; you squeezed your eyes shut and tightened your fist on the dirt underneath you, trying to anchor yourself somehow as he rammed into you with force and speed you’ve never felt before. You wondered briefly if the fact that you were being observed had an effect on him as well.

Seeing Goku there every time you decided to open your eyes, with a cheeky smile and obviously aroused, made heat grow in your abdomen. You knew he wasn’t only thrilled about your presence; he was clearly enjoying seeing Broly move as well. Your mind took you to places, and you were curious if they would both be into doing this exact same thing again in the future.

You were dancing on the edge when you noticed Goku sneaking his hand into his pants, and you resented your orgasm for hitting you so soon, before you could actually see him touch himself. Your body trembled, legs twitching as you came with a shaky moan, seeing sparks fly behind your lids.

Broly didn’t let up, thrusting into you with erratic snaps of his hips, prolonging your climax. At least he was holding you tightly or you would have collapsed. You still couldn’t help the moans spilling from your lips when he came, filling you with his load as he growled loudly.

It took you a couple of minutes to recover once Broly pulled away from you, his cock slipping out, his cum dripping down your thighs. You felt his presence as he settled beside you on the ground, but when you opened your eyes after a while, you saw Goku, shirtless and kneeling beside you with a grin on his face.

“That was great, you guys! Can I join in the next round?”

#dbz fics #dbz fanfiction #dbz imagine #dbz #goku x reader #broly x reader #goku #broly #my writing #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #k2023

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gohanvegeta · 1 month

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gotenks defusing and goten and trunks adopting bits and pieces of each other's habits and personalities, even bits of memories that aren't their own. suddenly goten's got a bit of haughtiness in him, and bulma wonders why trunks has gotten just a little more carefree. trunks suddenly being able to know how to fish and farm, while goten's breezing through math equations almost as good as gohan does. goten having memories of seeing himself through trunks' eyes and vice-versa. he's more myself than i am etc etc

#aka a truten fic i'd like to write someday LOL #dragon ball #dragon ball z #db #dbz #son goten #trunks briefs #trunks #truten

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hearteyesfor17 · 1 month

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clingy Lapis sounds sooooo nice rn <3

imagine you're the one who created him. you couldn't help but make him 100% dedicated to you. and the thing is, he doesn't destroy you or want to be free. let's just say, he likes you a lot. so much so that 17 is always trailing behind you like some lost puppy. not that you mind, right ? also, he gets jealous when you interact with anyone. you're chatting with Bulma ? he's glaring daggers at her. learning to meditate with Piccolo ? please. 17 can find better ways to clear your mind. Goku wants to train with you ? decline, because Lapis will either take your place or drag you away. he doesn't trust anyone's hands on you, nor does he want you hurt. what a sweetheart, no ?

well, that is until your perfectly created cyborg, the ultimate android, has you crying out and begging while he pounds you from behind. he's just so good at filling you up and helping all your little aches. told you he can find other ways to clear your mind. he's addicted to you, your sounds, the way you clench, writhe, and claw. you're perfect in his eyes and you're all his. he wants to please you so that you'll never think about looking in another's direction again. you wanted this, didn't you ? a robot to serve and help you with everything ? to be dedicated to just you ? well, the cyborg cannot help but find any chance to bend you over and fuck you. he's fascinated by the way you cream on his cock. the way you twitch and arch when you orgasm. oh, and did I mention his stamina is unlimited ? he's going to go for hours and hours if he desires so. luckily, your android will be there to carry you around when your legs are all wobbly. and of course, he's respectful and will stop if you tell him to. again, he only wants your praise and affection, not for you to be upset with him. so why don't you tell him ? next time he's buried deep into your guts, whimpering into your neck about how you're his favorite being of all of the universes, tell him what a perfect android he is. ♡

#totally not a less intense version of an rp i had !!!!#ohmygoddddd this is self indulgent #but i feel like 17 fans have nothing #LIKE IM SO THIRSTY FOR THIS MAN ???#help me i love him sm #one day ill make an actual fic w details sooo #my man my man my man #husband <3 #android 17 #android 17 smut #bath🫀bomb #dragon ball #dragon ball smut #dragon ball z #x reader smut #dragon ball x reader #dbz #android #android x reader

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saiyan-druid-art · 1 year

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From my fic Chances 🧡💙

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big-boah · 2 years

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GUYS Chances has over 5k hits on Ao3 WHAT ‼️ 👀

I promise I'll stop being annoying about it after this milestone but never expected Chances to get this much visibility. I was super nervous to post it, because I hadn't seen anything like this in the DBZ fandom and wasn't sure how it would be received, especially publicizing something so personal to me.

Thank you all so much for sharing it and recommending it to people 😭 The continued support is also really encouraging for writing the other fics in the series too! 🤟

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signofthestriking · 11 months

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Trying to draw backgrounds and toying with new shading methods

Context: they are looking for the Dragon Balls and only one of them can fly at the moment

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carnal-lnstinct · 14 days

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I have a request!!! This is a story i will write someday, but I trust an amazing writer like yourself for this! Vegeta is in situationship with the reader, and realizes one day that he actually cares about her and loves her. In my head, this is an no powers au, and the reader is younger than him and she already is in love with him. I know this is not very specific 😅 but you can work around it however you want and you can ignore the details i gave if they bother you as well! But thank you so much for reading all my vague idea 💗

Pairing: Vegeta x Reader ( implied afab ) Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. au: modern au / no powers. wealthy!Vegeta. age difference; (40-45!Vegeta x 24-30!Reader). established fuck buddies. pining. A/N: A perfect concept! ♥ This one was a challenge only because I am never good at modernizing Vegeta or focusing on age difference, but I enjoyed this a lot! I’d love to take a crack at this concept again in the future with a better grasp of it.

Too open…Too small…Too thin…A cropped jacket? Really? He seemed to have a look of disgust at them all, impatiently watching your hand ghost over the wares on the wall and immediately feeling his jaw clench from each inappropriate one you dared to show a little interest in. Your smaller hand kept getting swallowed up in his coat sleeves as you moved down the aisle, it was starting to bother him to watch you fidget and constantly adjust in it. He can’t help but notice how you did your best to hold it over your frame while browsing and making this longer than it should have been.

You turn to him when another catches your eye in your favorite color, gauging his favor at the choice, and then moving on to the next when the squint in his eyes says “no”.

His gaze skims a little further ahead of you as if to speed up this process by handling it himself. One of these coats had to be suitable for you, one that sits well on your shoulders, and the zipper won't bulge or fight to get over your chest. But your neck should still peek, he muses, and be able to breathe without a restricting collar. Your curves shouldn't be hidden under the material…Maybe a scarf to go with-

“—What the hell am I even doing here? You don't need me to buy a simple coat.” Vegeta caught himself and finally spoke up. He turned his nose up at this scenario, a hint of a growl in his tone. “I told you a long time ago to get a better one.”

He couldn’t wait to throw that in your face. You’re actually impressed he held his tongue for so long and you give him an innocent shrug in response. It was beginning to get hard to read his outburst as anything more than his bark now as he donned that predictable scowl you loved so much. “Sorry. If you want your coat back you can take it now.” The large sleeves easily slide down your smaller arms.

“Just hurry this up already. It's getting late.” He grimaced, speaking up quickly and stopping you from taking it off so soon. He's annoyed, even though it was his idea to bring you here for a better coat. You figured he was more annoyed with beating the idea in your ear almost every time you met and you continued to show up in your favorite old jacket regardless. You'd argue your old coat was handy! It did keep you warm getting from your front door to your car and vice versa. But then you were reckless and came to his front door without even that, the trek back to your car to get it feeling pointless when you were about to go inside anyway. Vegeta didn’t even say anything to you when the door opened, he just felt the rush of cold air pass the threshold before you and leered at you.

Then his thicker, slightly heavier coat hit your back and shoulders after he left you in the doorway and you understood that you had been lying to yourself for too long. The material was too cozy to not immediately get taken into its soothing warmth, snuggling it and shoving your hands into the deep pockets. Having only a moment to soak it all in, you were then promptly dragged away by the fuming man as he led you to his car. And now you’re here, scanning the coat section of a store you’d never think to set foot in. Still, you’re excited to be here.

Out in public with him, wearing something that belongs to him, needlessly—in your opinion—shopping for a replacement coat with him. You felt deeply acknowledged. Accepted. Your heart is restless in your chest while you try to contain yourself moving up and down the coat aisle. It's not like you had much in common outside of your attraction, so to share more than a few hours sweaty and naked with him was a nice change of pace. It left you wondering if he finally started to see the extent of your feelings for him or if you were just embellishing his generosity to be something more meaningful. He certainly doesn't seem to treat you differently than others aside from what you give each other in private, but there are instances like this that make you feel cared for like no other.

That same scowl watched over you now as you continued to gloss over the selection of coats and took note of the way you shifted your search from fashionable to functional by how you carefully looked over the price tags. Once you’re sure you’ve settled on one after a few meticulous moments, you turn back to him only to see he has moved from where he planted his feet to observe you. You let go of the hanger and move out of the aisle looking around and still fixing his jacket on you. That’s when you found his familiar silhouette at the register already, stuffing something in his pocket. His hand raises to the sales rep stopping them from bagging up the item on the counter and takes it in his hands. He sees you coming out of the aisle and walks up to you.

“Let’s go, we’re done here.”

“But I didn’t find-” Your favorite color fills your sights as he places a coat in your hand. A shade and taper at the waist that blends in with your wardrobe, and material that matched the heavy jacket hanging on your shoulders.

“Put it on.” It sounded like an order, but it’s just his impatience rearing itself again. Regardless, you don’t hesitate to switch the coats.

The smell, the texture, and a fit that doesn’t bind your shoulders and arms. You rush to a mirror to see it on yourself and gush at your reflection. He found this for you. He bought it for you and was sure to remove the price tag so you wouldn’t gawk at it. There was an emotional twinkle in your eyes when you turned back to him. Of all the things you wanted to say, all rushing to your tongue, “Thank you, Vegeta” is all you were able to get out and clutched the cozy new fabric to yourself. Your heart was pounding and his scowl softened.

Without a word, he gestures his head toward the door with his returned coat under his arm began to head for the exit. You rushed to his side, clinging to his other arm with your face on his shoulder and the biggest smile on your face. Vegeta stiffened at your firm grip but didn’t flinch away, holding the door open for you to exit first, your smaller hands shifting to hold his as he tailed you out the door.

Once you were back in the car and on the way back to his home, all the words you sat with piled up on the tip of your tongue again and caused you to fidget with his coat in your lap. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone and giving your feelings a chance to settle, but you couldn’t help stopping to admire the fabric of your new coat and the adorable opalescent fastens at your wrist keeping the sleeves from sliding up and down your arm. It’s too fancy for words. Suddenly inspired, you lift your phone and angle it up at yourself for a selfie in it. A thought crossed your mind, and you leaned over toward the driver’s side intending to capture both of you. You see his eyes flick from the road for a moment and his resting glare becomes more prominent.

“Who is that for?” He asked with his usual condescending tone.

“Me. You don’t mind?” He shrugs in response, uncaring on the matter by your answer and your eyes light up. “Really? You’re okay taking pictures with me?”

“...Do I need to make a face or something?”

You giggle, “No. Just smile with me.” That seemed to be the grueling part by the way his frown stretched skeptically. But he rolled his eyes and complied with a half-hearted smirk for your picture.

You have teased that his scowl makes him look older, but no one would know by simply looking at him that there is an evident gap between your generations. A man like him had no business giving you the attention he did and that’s probably why the approach to your relationship is so ambiguous. Moreover, unlike you, he comes from old money and most likely has “old money expectations”. There is a sense of entitlement to what he has and what he wants that proves that prestigious background. You could consider yourself as recreational to him as a round of golf or sipping cocktails in an infinity pool but you would just hurt your own feelings thinking like that.

A girl like you had to just be for a bit of fun for him though, right? Young and naive and swearing your independence is solid. But your feelings for him are real. It is his reliable presence and fantastic cock that keep you in contact with him, but also his mysterious allure. You wish you could figure out where you stood between what he has or wants, or if you truly are just a dalliance. Sometimes he treats you like he already has you and expects certain things about you that show his adoration beyond your body, but he's never directly said he wanted you for more than company for a night or two. To buy you something as permanent as a coat felt like a claim over you. He wants you comfortable against the cold even when he’s not around, and he doesn’t hesitate to fix that when you keep putting it off. But the fact of the matter is you’re just going back to his house so you could fuck.

“...Do I-...” Your tone broke and you cleared your throat, hesitating again. You don’t want to ambush him over the matter but you really want to get this off your chest. You glance up from your phone and his head is tilted towards you with his eyes still on the road.

“Speak up.”

“I-It’s nothing.” You quickly answer, shrug, and sit quietly for an endless minute. Then, you swallow your nerves. “...I just didn’t think I meant that much to you to do this.” Your hands slide down the collar of your cozy coat as you grip it and keep your eyes in your lap.

“Tch, It’s just a coat.” Vegeta brushed off the gesture.

“An expensive coat…” You corrected. “You picked this out and made them remove the tag so I can’t see how much to pay you back for it. So… unless I’m just… like your little baby doll now-”

“It’s a coat.” He firmly insisted, then scoffs. “You know how annoying it is to tell you to do something and you don’t do it? You freeze your ass off every time you show up on the entrance camera. What if I was on the other side of the house when you showed up?”

Waiting in the cold would feel like an eternity, you admitted to yourself. His house isn’t small, further proof of his prestige. “But I know you’re gonna let me in and warm me up. You don’t have to buy me a new coat.”

“And then you’re back out in the cold..” He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head. “...Freezing in your car waiting for it to warm up again with that thin thing you call a jacket. No.” His driving posture relaxes, the older man's head and spine sinking back against his seat. “...I wanted to. Okay?”

“...Okay.” Your prepared rebuttal of your self-sufficiency falters in response to his suddenly softer tone. The dull pink in your cheeks and the rise of butterflies in response gave him your submission. You stare at him quietly for a moment watching the way his eyes flicked in thought and he finally sighed.

“I don’t know what I’m doing with you anymore…” Vegeta concedes and he freed a hand from the wheel to rub his forehead. There's an instance where his expression relaxes into one you've never seen, but as he begins to air his grievances his brows furrowed in their familiar way. “I don’t know what you want, you don’t ask me for anything. You only show up when I call, and gone before the sun is up. Is it the house? Do I scare you when we’re not just getting off?”

“No. No. I just thought…” Your breath trembles as you inhale and then you can't stop the words falling out once you let it go. “I don’t know, I just don’t wanna bother you or get in the way of your lifestyle. That’s why we just meet and fuck, right?”

“I want you in the way, damn it! I’m not just tolerating you for an easy fuck.” He suddenly bursts out and speaks in an accusatory tone. “You just don't act like you want more than that.”

It wasn’t as affectionate or romantic as you let your imagination curate it, but without a doubt that was the validation your lovesick heart sought. That's when the car stopped. You were back at his house. Something about his eyes fully on you now makes your thoughts spill like a broken pipe.

“I couldn't tell if you wanted more than that. We’ve only been doing it since we met. I thought It was much too soon to…fall for you like this..” You confessed, the uncertainty no longer in your voice.

“Believe it or not, it is more than your body that interests me. If you want to take things slower..”

The corners of your mouth twitch as you try to contain your smile, tightening your lips shut. You suddenly feel shy with this man who makes your eyes well up with tears trying to hold his entire cock in your mouth. Taking it slower means more time out together and you can’t help thinking about the dates you could go on that aren’t just a wine and dine for foreplay. Though you love that.

You lift your eyes to him and let your smile spread. “It doesn’t have to start tonight…” You suggest, your eyes reflecting the deep attraction you had for him right now. You get a smile in return, not that prideful or crooked smirk but a genuine smile and it makes you bite your lip enticingly. He did buy you a beautiful and comfy coat, after all. You should show your gratitude as you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over your seat into his waiting arms.

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